Dressed as a villain's wife

Chapter 380
The second head of the house was frowning and looking at the pale Yueyue.

The little girl has always been very weak due to illness, and her condition has worsened since a month ago, and now she has lost a lot of weight.

"Second master, how is Yueyue doing now?"

"The situation is not very good." Er Dangjia closed his eyes and felt her pulse.

In the past two years, he has been taking soup and medicine for Yueyue, and he also pays attention to the meals he eats on weekdays.

Originally suffering from tuberculosis, it was not suitable to use ginseng as medicine, but now that her body is so weak, she can only give it a try.

"Yueyue, how do you feel?"

Er Dangjia withdrew his hand and asked in a soft voice.

The little girl Yueyue is a good girl, and he can be regarded as liking her.

"I'm fine." Yueyue's small face didn't have a trace of blood, and she just whispered back.

Erdang gave Yueyue an injection and prepared the medicine bath, then called Nan Zhi in.

At that time, he felt that it would be great if grandpa could always be with him.

Although the little girl was ill, she still tried her best to give her the prettiest smile.

She also wants to be a sassy and powerful person.

"Sister, thank you."

Even if the movement of breathing is bigger, the pain in the chest is still pulling.

He is not at ease with this man.

The result can only be determined by the situation in the past few days.

Nanzhi nodded, and stayed beside Yueyue to watch, while Erdangjia went to find Shen Wenchen.

Erdangjia asked while raising his hand to wipe his sweat.

He is not like Nannan, he has been on the battlefield and killed people, so it is sad to part from life and death, but he is not familiar with Yueyue, it will only be a little more pity.

Yuan Bao stayed in the room for quite a while, only thinking that Xiao Qi should leave, so he quietly opened the door to leave.

"Oh."

The two didn't talk anymore, Nan Zhi just sat there in a daze.

The little girl pursed her lips, and finally sat beside Xiao Qi.

The only one in the family who treats him well is his grandfather, who always secretly hides a piece of pancake for him to eat, and also helps him carry some baskets when he goes to cut pigweed.

But he didn't want to see Xiao Qi sitting on the steps in a daze as soon as he opened the door.

Shen Wenchen saw Nanzhi's depression, so he just took her to the side room.

"No." Shen Wenchen looked down at her and shook his head.

He has to work in the field every day, and he has to cut a basket of pigweed when he comes back.

What Erdangjia will do today is acupuncture for Yueyue and let her take a medicinal bath.

"it is good."

The little girl seemed to have forgotten that she was still angry all of a sudden, and she was at a loss for what to do.

"Yueyue is good." The second master gently caressed Yueyue's face before comforting him.

"I still don't know what Brother Shen does?" The Erdangjia had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of inquiry.

"Something on an errand in the county government." Shen Wenchen poured a bowl of tea for him, and passed the tea bowl over.

Yueyue smiled with the corners of her mouth pulled, and then she turned to look at Nan Zhi and Shen Wenchen at the side.

She felt that she was dying, but she didn't want everyone to worry about herself, and she didn't want her brother to be sad.

"Wen Chen, do you think I'm a bit too holy?" Nan Zhi held the tea he poured for herself, feeling a little frustrated.

The two little dolls just sat like this, and everything seemed to dissipate bit by bit with time.

He still remembered that Yueyue's newborn was wrinkled and ugly, too thin to be a big yellow cub in the village.

Every time she washed her clothes, a layer of skin would be worn off her hands.

Shen Wenchen directly clarified the doubts in his heart. He was really curious, how many traversers are there in this world?
"This..." The second leader stopped drinking tea, looked at Shen Wenchen, and felt that he was so honest, and it would not be good for him to be like this again.

Xiao Qi didn't enter the house, but just sat on the steps in front of the house and lost his mind.

"Brother Shen, sit down." Er Dangjia smiled and motioned him to sit down, while he himself sat aside.

"it is good."

Shen Wenchen was also full of thoughts, but he was thinking about the Qingfeng Village.

She remembered this sister, she was a good person.

Grandpa was not put into a coffin, but was wrapped in a straw mat by my father and buried in the wasteland at will.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

Ever since he could remember, he knew that his parents hated him.

At the age of three, Yueyue began to wash clothes for the family. The little milk doll could not rub, so he gritted his teeth and held a wooden hammer to hammer the clothes.

But she is a mortal after all.

Brother Tieniu in the village, he only has a mother, but his mother never beats or scolds him.

Yueyue grew bigger and bigger, and the two brothers and sisters suffered more and more injuries.

"I want to ask the Second Master, whose handwriting is the canteen?"

I don't want to live my whole life like this cowardly and cowardly.

Slowly walking to Xiao Qi's side, the little girl stammered and asked.

At that time, she had just arrived in this world, and she only felt sorry for the two brothers and sisters, but now when she met again, it was like this.

"Really?" The Second Master's face froze for a moment, but he never thought that this person would be so open-minded.

Shen Wenchen hadn't said a few words since entering Qingfengzhai, and when he saw the Erdang came out, he got up and said hello.

The little girl rested her chin on her knees, looking at the ants on the ground bored.

His thoughts drifted further and further away, and at some point there were already two tear stains on the little boy's face.

There was a creaking sound when the wooden door was pushed open, Xiao Qi just turned his head slightly to look over, and the red eyes fell into Yuan Bao's sight.

Nan Zhi felt a little sad when she saw her smile. She still remembered that when she first saw the two brothers and sisters, Xiao Qi was like a little wolf, protecting the timid and thin Yue Yue in his arms.

"I'm sorry." The little boy apologized in a low voice, teardrops rolled down his cheeks onto the bluestone board, and a few small flowers fell out.

She coughs up a lot of blood these days.

At that time, he was only four years old, and his grandfather touched his head, telling him to grow up quickly, and when he grew up, he took his younger sister away from home.

Brother Xiaoqi, why are you crying?
He was crying so sadly, or, or else he wouldn't be angry with him?

People have good and evil hearts, and everyone's choice is different, but Nan Nan is his wife, and I will respect her choice.

Yueyue is two and a half years younger than him, but her parents have never been nice to them.

Later, when I was one year old, my grandfather fell ill.

"Miss Lin, I trouble you to watch Yueyue for a while, the medicinal bath takes half an hour."

He always wondered if he and Yueyue were the children of his parents, and why other dolls were loved by their parents, but they could only be beaten every day.

"It's Yuan Bao's mother."

Shen Wenchen was a little surprised, never thought it would be a woman.

"Then, where is she now?"

Er Dangjia shook his head, but there was no disgust in his tone: "I don't know, she left when Yuan Bao was a few months old, and never came back after that."

(End of this chapter)