Wenjo: "I've been feeling a bit out of control lately."
When winmerton was at a loss, he wanted to help his sister, but he didn't know where to start: "for Why is that so? "
Wenqiao pretended to be relaxed and said: "maybe it's almost the same as Wenchi, but my symptoms come later."
Don't want to frighten Mo, said wenjo.
Wenmo has some heartache: "let the psychiatrist see, can I take the medicine?"
Wenqiao touched his head: "don't worry, my sister has a sense of propriety, it will be good, don't worry, our family will only get better and better."
Wenmo: "sister, if you have anything I can do for you, please tell me."
"That is, don't let me see blood. Seeing blood makes me a little out of control."
Wenmo: "it's like the kind of Swordsman in martial arts drama who is possessed by demons."
Winjo chuckled, "really? It seems to be a bit like that when you say so
"The end of the great Xia will be very good, and so will my sister."
The next day, the Wen family killed chickens early in the morning. Because Wenmo won the game, Ji Mingyuan bought an old hen from the market to stew chicken soup.
Hearing the cackle of chickens outside the window, WinMo immediately turned over and jumped out of the bed, hitting all the boards of the bed.
Wenchi went to bed with a vague voice: "what are you doing?"
Finally came back, still did not let him sleep soundly, this boy is also more and more skin.
Without even time to put on his slippers, wemmer rushed out barefoot.
"Uncle Ji."
Ji Mingyuan grabbed the hen's neck in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. He was stunned: "Xiao Mo, what's the matter?"
"Uncle Ji, don't kill chickens at the door."
Su Yun came out of the kitchen and saw him in his thin pajamas, barefoot and worried: "it's so cold. Why don't you wear clothes and shoes?"
Wenmo is in a hurry: "Uncle Ji, don't kill chickens at the door, take it to the vegetable market and let the owner deal with it?"
Su Yun took a pair of slippers and put them at his feet: "OK, what's the matter?"
Wenmo: "sister is afraid of blood."
Su Yun laughed: "is your sister afraid of blood? Why didn't I know she had this problem? "
"Sister is really afraid of blood, uncle Ji, take it to the vegetable market."
Ji Mingyuan doubted and grabbed the chicken out of the yard. "How did you hear that Qiao Qiao was afraid of blood?"
Su Yun patted his head: "is it a nightmare ah, big morning nonsense."
"Mom, don't kill anything at home in the future, as long as the bleeding can't do, nor can you kill fish."
Su Yun glared at him: "more and more said more and more powerful, your sister is not afraid of heaven and earth, on her courage, but also afraid of blood."
"Not before, but now."
Su Yun sees that the child doesn't seem to be talking nonsense: "is it true?"
"Well, really."
"I see. I won't kill chickens and ducks at home after that."
At the breakfast table, Su Yun couldn't help but care about two sentences: "Qiao Qiao, are you afraid of blood now?"
Wenqiao told a lie at random: "I saw that someone was beaten with blood all over his head and fell in the pool of blood, and then I felt a little dizzy."
"Are you all right?" Wenchi picked up a pancake, rolled some shredded potatoes with green pepper in it, took a bite and asked vaguely.
"It's not a big problem."
Family members are a little worried, this size is also a small mental illness, and Xiaomo and Xiaochi have had similar diseases, they dare not take it seriously.
Wenqiao smile: "really not big problem, I have discretion, rest assured."