Chapter 29

When he thought about it, he was disgusted. It was clear that he had been in the water for a shorter time than her. Why was he the only one who was sick? It was unfair.

This is unfair. He hasn't found a way to solve it for the time being, but now he can only find a way to instigate this clown.

"Hey, my towel is dry on my head. Help me bubble again." He was very angry.

"Well, good. I'll change it for you. " She jumped down from the edge of the bed and took the wet towel on his forehead. It was really dry.

She turned around and walked out of the cabin. She took the hot metal basin she had just kicked carelessly and went to the tap to get water. She only got half of the basin and turned off the water again. Because the sun is too hot, if you turn it on again, the water heated by the sun will flow out. When the time comes, the water in the basin will be warm, and there will be no cooling effect for my little brother.

Her small hands pressed the towel and let the whole towel soak in cold water. There were faint scars on her hands pressing the white towel. Her little finger, which was cut by the carving knife, was almost fine.

"Little mo Hui." The small wooden door outside the hospital was pushed open. Grandfather Zhang, wearing a straw hat and sweating, came in. He saw Mo Hui put his hands in the basin and thought she was playing with water to cool down. "It's very hot. Are you cooling down with cold water?"

"No. Little brother needs a wet towel to cool down, so I'll get the water. " She went back.

"Well, little mo Hui is so good. Hurry inside, it's too sunny outside. " Grandfather Zhang took off his straw hat and put it in his hand.

"Good." Mo Hui saw that the towel was soaked. He quickly picked it up and went into the room.

After that, he took out a towel and a bag of medicine from his forehead.

"Shuo boy, take antipyretic medicine after dinner, and take a bag of Banlangen after sleeping." Grandfather Zhang patted his grandson on the shoulder.

He said it in front of Xiao Mo Hui. Because Zhang lingshuo seldom gets sick, the whole family is very fond of him when he gets sick. He has formed a bad habit of not coaxing him to take medicine, which is more difficult than going to heaven. This boy looks down on Mo Hui. He certainly doesn't want to show weakness in front of Mo Hui.

So he can take the medicine.

"Good." This is not, Zhang lingshuo reluctantly should.

This antipyretic, he has to take anyway, but that big bag of Banlangen, it seems that there is no need.

He thought, a cunning light flashed through his eyes.

"Come and have a look. What good things did grandfather buy? " Grandfather Zhang sat at the wooden table facing the wooden bed and took off the cloth bag on his shoulder.

"Good." Mo jumped out of bed, went to grandfather Zhang and looked up at the cloth bag on the table.

Zhang lingshuo looks at his grandfather's mysterious face without saying a word. He remembers that when he was two or three years old, every time he went out and came back, he would happily dig out his pocket to surprise him. But he always disdained his way of cheating children, which made his grandfather feel hurt.

Now my grandfather used this way to amuse the eight clowns, which made him feel relieved and disgusted. It's clear that there are no strangers of any blood relationship. Why should his grandfather treat this clown so well, even better than his authentic grandson.

"I'm a big boy. I've been sick all my life. It's more difficult than usual. You've been helping your grandfather take care of him all morning. I'm sure you're very tired. My grandfather bought some big meat buns for you Grandfather Zhang kindly said, and took out a steamed bun wrapped in oil paper from the cloth bag. There were a few oil stars on the oil paper. The fragrant smell of meat wafted out like this, which made me greedy.

"It's not hard to take care of my little brother." Mo answered, holding out his small hand to take the meat bun from grandfather Zhang, turning his head to look at the wooden bed and staring at Zhang lingshuo, "little brother, do you want to eat some? It's delicious. "

Zhang lingshuo stares at Mingming's saliva, but he asks the clown whether he wants to eat it or not. He replies angrily, "of course. But first wash your black paws like the bottom of the pot, and then go and get me a new bun. "

Smell speech, Mo Hui a face happily put down his meat bun, chubby body small ran out of the house, soon Zhang lingshuo heard the sound of water.

"Shuo boy, don't you always dislike this kind of common people's food?" Grandfather Zhang pretends to look at his grandson in surprise.

"You know I don't eat, and I buy a bunch. Do you want to eat alone with the clowns? " Zhang lingshuo raised his high chin and refused to admit that he saw the clown's greedy appearance.

"It's hard to say." Grandfather Zhang shook his head, but he didn't say anything about his grandson's changing temperament. In addition to his bad mouth and bad temper, Shuo is good at everything else. As an old man, he can't think of every child as a little mo Hui.

Mo Hui washed her hands for a long time. She rubbed her hands red. Then she turned off the tap and ran into the room happily. She ran to Zhang lingshuo's bed and showed him her clean hands. "Little brother, my hands are very clean."

Zhang lingshuo glanced and nodded reluctantly.Mo Hui, with a smile, ran to grandfather Zhang and said, "grandfather Zhang, I want another meat bun."

Grandfather Zhang smiles and puts one on her hand.

"Little brother, you eat!" She handed her hands to Zhang lingshuo's lips, but Zhang lingshuo didn't reach for it. She lowered her head slightly and took a bite directly from her hand.

"It's awful!" He frowned and commented, then reluctantly continued to eat.

He knew that grandfather could tolerate all his bad habits, but he would never tolerate his wasting food.

Zhang lingshuo's hand had never touched the bun from the beginning to the end. Mo Hui stood on tiptoe holding the bun to make him eat comfortably.

The intense sunlight outside the house came in through the wooden lattice windows. The golden light hit the two people and covered them with a layer of bright light. The picture was picturesque.

Grandfather Zhang is eating his own food and muttering to himself.

Mo Hui heard the voice and asked with his eyes. Grandfather Zhang just shook his head and moved his eyes to the outside.

The night wind blowing, Mo back to play a cold shiver.

Sober up, looking at the wooden bed sleep tight frown of the man, his forehead covered with a wet white towel. For a moment, she thought that time had turned back and they were young again.

She pulled her lips and grinned bitterly.

She heard grandfather Zhang's words clearly at that time.

He said, "it's all like this now. How can it be better in the future?"?

Grandfather Zhang can always tell the truth. He is the person who knows her and Zhang lingshuo best in the world. Did he see their future then?

Why doesn't he stop it? If he wants to stop it, she will listen, right?

Fate will never give the answer to the present life, only let people go on by themselves; then, fate will give you the answer, which will be the best gift.

This is still what grandfather Zhang said.

She always remembers his words.

"Pain..." Lying on the bed, Zhang lingshuo groaned and stretched out his big hand to tear off the burden on his forehead.

"Don't move." Mo Hui went to the bedside to stop his big hand, which was much bigger than her hand. It was a kind of heat that burned into the heart and lungs.

As many years ago, he covered her eyes with his hands.

The temperature was more and more clear in her memory. She could almost remember the lines on his fingers, the shape of his fingers, the blood on his fingers, and his heart beat at that time.

"You..." His eyes don't know when to open, black eyes, blink also don't blink straight looking at the woman sitting by his bed.

Mo Hui looked at him in silence, not surprised or flustered, because his eyes didn't have any thoughts at all, just looked at her emptily, almost every time when he was sick.

He is the kind of physique that does not get sick at ordinary times and falls down like a mountain when he gets sick.

Now a common cold, he can also burn even lost his mind.

Mo Hui sighed helplessly and touched the towel on his forehead. The water was almost evaporated by the high temperature on his body. She picked up the towel and was ready to turn around.

But holding her hand, she turned her head.

The line of sight follows his hand, to his hot eyes, the godless eyes are full of pray.

"Darling, I'm just going downstairs to get you a basin of water to make you more comfortable." She bent down, gently coax, she coax his tone like coax a kid.

If this man gets sick, he will be more difficult to deal with than a child who plays tricks on him.

Sure enough, Zhang lingshuo continued to hold her wrist with his hot hand, as if he had not heard her.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you. I'm just going to get water. " She doubled her speed and tapped his full forehead.

"Let others go, you accompany me!" He murmured discontentedly, not clearly, but could barely distinguish his words.

God, he's burned out.

He didn't know that there were only two of them in her family?

"I won't leave. Let go first. Shall I call someone else and have the doctor come over? " Take a deep breath. She tries to treat herself rationally. Otherwise, he may burn his brain. How can the stupid president of Zhang's group manage this huge multinational company.

She couldn't even think about it.

The dark and reddish eyes stare at her, as if to confirm the credibility of her words.

After a long time, his hands slowly relaxed to let her free.

"The phone is on the table." He reminded her, and when she finished, he breathed out and closed her eyes wearily.

Mo Hui suddenly has a kind of angry and funny feeling. Is he insane? Can you remember where his phone was?

Abandoning the idea in her mind, she quickly walked to the table, picked up his expensive mobile phone, searched for it for a long time and then found the position in the phone book. She quickly found Uncle Wang's phone.

Press the number, she listened in her ear, praying that the other party would answer the phone quickly.Uncle Wang is famous in the town for his kindness and is very helpful. In the middle of the night, there is no other way but to ask him for help.

The phone rang several times, and someone answered at the other end.