Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 611 Days (1)
This question suddenly troubled Si Jixia, which made him think about this question when he hurriedly went to the mountain to dig herbs with the lights on, and when he came back to decoct the medicine, he even thought about it when he helped Dongnuan to feed her the medicine. Still thinking about it while drinking it, he's been thinking about it all night.

No, no, he shouldn't be thinking about this problem all the time, he is not suitable for thinking about this problem, it's too, too shameful, how can he keep thinking about the problem of being a girl, what's wrong with him?
Although Si Jixia warned himself not to think about Dongnuangu, but he was worried about leaving Dongnuangu and went back to his room to rest. Although he remembered that he knew some medicine and the herbs he picked would be useful, but he Still don't worry.

After all, she is not alone, there are two little lives in her stomach.

He just felt the pulse for her. There are two little lives in her belly, it's better to guard her. He just stayed up all night, it doesn't matter.

Thinking of those two little lives, Si Jixia couldn't help but think of the husband's family of this girl who seemed to have no one to depend on, and wondered what kind of man her husband's family was, and whether his wife was suffering so much, did he know?

"Hey..." Si Jixia sighed softly, took off the cotton towel covering Dong Nuan Gu's forehead, passed it in cold water once, wrung it dry, and then covered Dong Nuan Gu's forehead again superior.

The oil in the lamp was almost burnt out, and the fire became weak. Si Jixia took the lamp and went to the kitchen to add oil. When he came back, he took a look at the room where Dongnuan was.

This room was about the same size as the one over there, and the furnishings in the room were equally simple. It was indeed furnished by people in the mountains. Si Jixia didn't think there was anything wrong with it, as if the home in his memory was like this.

The only difference is that this room has a dressing table with a bronze mirror and a wooden comb, but even though it is a dressing table, it is nothing more than a slightly longer and narrower table at best.

Looking at this dressing table, Si Jixia was a little puzzled, how could there be such a thing for women in his home?Or had it been prepared for the girl when he rolled down the hill?It seemed so, he should have taken the poor girl to live at home temporarily.

There were two palm-sized wooden boxes on the dressing table. I don't know what was inside, but Si Jixia didn't open it to take a look, because he didn't have the habit of messing around with other people's things.

There are two wooden boxes and a cabinet in the north corner of the room. The wooden boxes are open and empty. It seems that these two wooden boxes were originally filled with winter clothes and winter quilts, but the winter clothes and winter quilts are still there. It was drying in the yard and no one took it back.

There is a bamboo basket in front of the cabinet, and there are some pieces of cloth of different colors in the basket. There are needles, threads and scissors on the cloth. what is sewn.

They sewed clothes for little babies.

It must have been sewn for the two little dolls in her stomach, Si Jixia thought in his heart, but with this handicraft, even the little dolls would not be able to wear it after sewing it.

This girl doesn't look like a girl from a rough family, where did he meet her and rescue her?It's not that she hasn't told him, it's just that he can't remember how to think about it.

Si Jixia glanced at the sky outside the window, then looked at Dong Nuan Gu in front of the bed for a while, pulled the thin quilt for her, and went out of the house.

Dongnuan didn't sleep for long, because she was used to waking up often after sleeping.

After she woke up, she didn't feel any difference except that her head was a little heavy and her body was a little weak. The first thing she did after waking up was to sit up, put on her shoes, take the oil lamp by the bed and go out. The house went to the opposite house.

Her footsteps were fast, and her expression was also very focused. She focused on walking to the opposite room, so she didn't realize that her door was actually open and the latch was broken, and she didn't notice her winter clothes hanging in the yard. He Dongquilt was no longer in the yard, and she didn't notice that there was a fire burning in the kitchen at the moment.

But the door of the room to the west of the main room was open, and the room was pitch black. Dong Nuan thought she had forgotten to close the door and turn on the light, but when she saw the empty bed, she froze there. .

The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and the mattress was very cold. It was obvious that the people on the bed had been up for a long time.

Peace, peace...

Looking at the unoccupied bed, Dong Nuan was stunned and lost his mind, his eyes were filled with a thick and indelible sadness.

She forgot, she forgot that her peace had woken up, and the peace she was looking forward to waking up soon had already woken up.

He woke up, but it was not her peace anymore.

The winter is warm, so I only feel the tip of the nose is astringent, and the eye sockets are burning.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eye sockets and the tip of her nose, and took the oil lamp out of the house, only to find that there was a fire in the kitchen, and the things drying in the yard were gone, presumably they had taken back the house.

Dong Nuan put the oil lamp on the table in the main room, stroked his stomach lightly, and walked towards the kitchen slowly with his heavy head on his head.

The sky was completely dark, and the sky on the mountain seemed even darker and darker.

I saw a pottery stove under the kitchen window, a medicine pot was stewing on the pottery stove, and some green medicinal herbs were scattered beside the pottery stove.

Dong Nuangu's attention was on the pottery stove and the medicine pot on it. She remembered that she hadn't taken out the pottery stove today. How could they be outside the kitchen?
Dongnuan stretched out his hand and lightly touched the medicine pot with the back of his hand, as well as the temperature.

Ping An decocted medicine?Why did he decoct the medicine?But where is it uncomfortable?

Dong Nuangu suddenly became nervous. She turned around and was about to stride into the kitchen, but when she stepped out, she retracted her step and took soft steps instead, and stood at the kitchen door. outside.

In the kitchen, Si Jixia was squatting in front of the stove, poking the firewood in the stove with a piece of firewood to make it burn even more intensely. His right sleeve was still tied loosely to prevent the cuff from cuffing. Swept to the ground, the fire in the stove reflected his pale face a little rosy.

Dongnuan looked at it and became fascinated.

The days are very peaceful, and Si Jixia's work and rest are also very regular. He will get up in the morning when it is about to light, and then go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. After the breakfast is ready, he will go to the stream to wash clothes. He made a bamboo basket and went deep into the forest with a hatchet. He went to gather herbs and chopped some firewood, as if he had always been a medicine farmer. , On the contrary, he felt that this was an unusual thing.

(End of this chapter)