Chapter 1773: Everything is fine today

Afterwards, Ning Xi was received by Lu Tingxiao from the nursing home to Luzhen.
The emperor's capital is all the same. The town was originally rebuilt and rebuilt just like everywhere else. However, the residents of the town all gathered together to protest. In addition, there was an internationally renowned geology among the local residents. Home, after many walks, this small town has been preserved as a cultural heritage, and it is not open to the outside world in order to protect the geomorphology.
In the evening, the setting sun filled the entire garden, ears were melodious, and the dew on the rose petals on the flower stand reflected the colorful light.
"Mr. Lu, so early today?" The caregiver saw the person from afar and greeted him from the house, taking the coat in the man's hand.
"How is Madam today?" The man asked as usual.
"Mrs. everything is fine today," the nurse answered quickly.
"Um." The man nodded and walked upstairs.
The caregiver drank hot water as usual and brought it up, then exited the room.
Although she is a professional caregiver hired by the Lu family at high salary, in fact her job is really poor. This man has learned all the skills of the caregiver. He has done all the care for his wife by himself, even better than her professional. It's all good.
Throughout the year, the wind and rain have never stopped, without interruption.
She has been a caregiver for so many years and has seen too many people warm and cold. As the saying goes, there is no filial son in front of a sick bed. This theory is also common between husband and wife. Most people are sad and sad in the first few days, but take care of them for a few days. For a long time ... Often accompanied by these patients were only their caregivers.
This is the first time she has seen a man who can do this to his wife ...
In the room.
Lu Tingxiao randomly rolled up his shirt sleeves, then soaked the towel with hot water, wrung out, and then began to wipe the body of the the bed.
At first Ning Xi's trauma was all dealt with by the mysterious long-haired man. The man's stitching technique even the best stitching doctor in the army hospital met with admiration.
After a year of recovery, coupled with scar-removing drugs, Ning Xi could hardly see any signs of injury.
On the contrary, because she has been indoors for many years and has taken good care of her, the girl's skin is more fair and tender, and she looks quietly lying on the bed, just like she will wake up in the next second.
Lu Tingxiao wiped the girl's body well, applied various skin care products, and then carefully combed her long black hair like a waterfall, and then expertly massaged her body.
After everything was done, the man sat on the edge of the bed and gently kissed the girl's forehead.
Every day, repeat the same process, the same action.
At this moment, there was a sound of pedaling on the stairs outside the door, interrupting the man's sacrifice, and then saw that Xiaobao ran towards the room with a large bunch of freshly picked flowers in his hand.
In the end, because he ran too fast and didn't notice when he passed the threshold, the little guy was tripped over and fell to the ground well, and the wild flowers in his hand spilled on the ground.
Lu Tingxiao got up quickly, strode over meteor to help Xiaobao, raised his eyebrows tightly and watched a swelling on his knee.
"Don't move, I'll get the medicine." Lu Tingxiao immediately turned seriously and went to the medicine box.
Behind him, Xiaobao sat on the floor and stared at the wound on his knee.
Lu Tingxiao took the potion and wiped him, the little guy stared at his knees so stupidly, without saying a word, without moving his eyes from beginning to end.
"What's wrong?" Lu Tingxiao frowned.
The little one touched his knee, raised his head, and looked at the man with dark eyes, and answered, "Mom ... Mom will whisper to Xiaobao ..."
Lu Tingxiao's face suddenly froze, and the fragile shell around his body seemed to be hit hard with cracks.
After a long while, the man calmed down, looked at his son, bent over, and clumsily blown where his son's knee was injured. "Are you still hurting?"
Xiaobao rubbed his eyes, then shook his head, "I'm not a five-year-old kid anymore."
Mom, Xiaobao is six years old, and in a few months, Xiaobao will be seven years old.
Mom, when I'm seven years old, can you wake up?
Mom, I know I'm not a kid anymore.
But mom, I miss you ...
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