The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 5 Just Being a Child
As for Song Dalin, he kept playing the victim and asked if you felt embarrassed enough to accept the thank-you gift.

Sure enough, when they walked up to the two guards, Song Dalin gritted his teeth, took out two chickens, and stuffed one into each of them.

He thanked you profusely, "Two brothers, thank you so much this time, otherwise my child would not be able to enter the city. Please accept this small token of my gratitude, and please do not despise it and blame me for being incompetent and for using my child."

He seemed to be about to start his long speech about his cowardice and incompetence. The two guards had heard it before. It was the first time they met someone with such low self-esteem. He looked down on him and scolded him without any hesitation. It was unclear whether he was a fool or a cruel person.

Song Qingwan, what else can she do except smile foolishly?
"Alright, brother. Everyone has problems. We don't want the things. Go back quickly. Your family members should be worried."

This is the prey that the kid risked his life to catch, and the Song family has old and young people waiting to be fed. If they take the chicken today, they will probably be struck by lightning, right?

The guards' tactfulness made Song Dalin smile, "Oh, you are indeed worthy of being the capital's guards, with noble character, tenacity and reliability! With you here, my heart, the people and His Majesty are at peace, it's amazing!

Then we will go back first, brother, the child needs urgent medical attention. Thank you, thank you so much!" Song Dalin nodded and bowed repeatedly, but his feet were moving very fast, and he could still hear his voice of gratitude and praise even after dragging Song Qingwan for a long distance.

However, his acting was so vivid, his movements were smooth, and his expressions were just right that the two guards couldn't figure out anything and thought he was just a simple, honest, self-deprecating and useless man.

Only after they had walked a long way did Song Qingwan have time to wipe the sweat from her forehead and gave Song Dalin a look of admiration.

"You're so awesome!" Not only did he save two chickens, but he also showed such a good intention. Song Qingwan was so impressed by this old father.

Song Dalin himself was quite proud, with a proud look on his face, and said: "Of course, we small people have small people's way of living. Our family is indeed short of food and clothing. Dad can't save face and make his wife and children suffer. This is the responsibility of a husband and a father.

If a few more words of nonsense can make the child's life better, your father doesn't mind getting blisters on his lips. Skin is not as important as a full stomach."

This is a chicken, a precious dish that only appears on the Song family’s table during festivals. How could he let others take advantage of it?

Besides, my wife was already quite old when she was pregnant with this baby, and everything was difficult for her. She really needed good nourishment. The child also took the risk to go up the mountain because he felt sorry for his mother.

However, Song Dalin actually had his own plans. "But Wanwan, as long as your parents are here, you should just be a child. There is no need to bear such a heavy burden. Look at all the injuries on your body. Your father must be heartbroken.

Tell me the truth, where are you injured? Is it serious? If not, let's go see a doctor. I've told you before that nothing is more important than life, and you shouldn't take risks. "

The lights in the city were just coming on, and the streets were still bustling with people, prosperous and lively. The father and daughter were very close to each other, and Song Dalin's earnest advice and concern moved Song Qingwan so much that she almost cried on the spot.

According to the vague memory of the original owner, Song Qingwan vaguely remembered that the Song family might be very bad to the outside world, but internally, the father was kind, the mother was loving, the brothers were friendly, and the sisters were harmonious.

The original owner had always been very happy. As the eldest daughter, she wanted to make some contribution to the family and tried her best to protect this warmth.

So after his death, he insisted on not leaving until Song Qingwan made a promise.

Song Qingwan naturally wanted to inherit the original owner's last wish. After all, this father was so warm and reliable.

Of course, the premise is that the Song family also accepts her, the different Song Qingwan. At this time, Song Qingwan naturally took over Song Dalin's words, "Well, don't worry, I won't take risks, but when I was on the mountain, a masked man in black suddenly appeared and pushed me down the mountain to harm me.

I don't know who he is, I just saw a black mole at the base of his nose, but I was lucky enough not to be seriously injured, but I still want to warn my family."

Song Dalin was horrified after hearing this and asked repeatedly: "Someone wants to kill you? Wanwan, are you really okay?" If they were not on the street, he would have checked carefully before he could feel at ease.

Song Dalin's face was as cold as ice. His family was his bottom line. Who dared to kill him like this? Did his identity get leaked?

Song Qingwan also wanted her family to pay attention and be vigilant. Who knows if that person will attack other members of the Song family? Otherwise, she didn't want to mention this matter and make Song Dalin worry.

"You can see I'm fine, I just bumped my head so my memory is a little fuzzy."

Because of partial memory loss, Song Qingwan couldn't find the murderer by herself, so she could only talk to her father, hoping to get some clues from him so that the problem could be resolved as soon as possible.

She believed that this father was not as mediocre as he seemed.

"What's wrong? Kid, you think a head injury is not serious? No, let's go see a doctor now." Song Dalin looked solemn and worried.

The head is an important part of the human body. Just look at the street next to me, someone hit his head. He was said to be fine at the time, but he died within a few days.

At this time, they were already very close to the Song family, but Song Dalin still pulled Song Qingwan and turned around and headed straight for the nearby Renxin Medical Clinic.

For a moment, Song Qingwan felt warm in her heart. It was the first time she experienced such pure family love. She felt extremely happy, but how could they, as poor people, afford medical treatment?
"Don't worry, I'm really fine. It's just a minor injury and can be healed by rubbing it with medicine." The one in trouble is the original owner, and she will definitely avenge the original owner.

"The doctor has the final say whether there is anything wrong or not." Song Dalin was determined to take her to the clinic.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. This was just an accident. I will be more careful next time." Just obey. Isn't she very filial? Song Qingwan smiled foolishly, which made Song Dalin even more worried.

The father and daughter soon arrived at the Renxin Medical Clinic. The door was still open, but there was only a young apprentice named Sanqi in the clinic.

"Sanqi, where is Doctor Luo? Ask him to come out and see my daughter." The Song family has many children and they often get minor illnesses. They have been to Renxin Medical Clinic many times, so they are naturally familiar with the people in the clinic.

Song Dalin suddenly spoke, which scared Sanqi who was carefully sorting the medicine. He turned around and saw that it was Song Dalin and Song Qingwan, which made him feel even more strange.

"Sir Song, why are you still here? Don't you know that Mrs. Song fell and gave birth prematurely? Doctor Luo and Tian Qi have already gone to your house, you should go back quickly."

When Song Dalin heard this, his face turned pale immediately, "Qiu Niang!" He called out Song's mother Ye Qiu Niang's name softly, threw down Song Qingwan's herbs, prey and weapons in his hands, and ran towards home in a panic.

(End of this chapter)