Chapter 269

Ah Chou can't answer, not only can't answer, but also clenches her teeth tighter. She holds her knees tightly with her hands. She holds them very hard. The knuckles of her fingers are blue and white. It seems that she wants to stop twitching, but she twitches even more.

Zhong Mingwei sat on the Kang and watched ah Chou, who was still convulsing. After a little meal, he had to take the cotton padded jacket that ah Chou put aside and put it on. However, ah Chou was convulsed all over, and his hands and feet were still very stiff. He held them together. Zhong Mingwei tried several times, but he didn't break ah Chou's hands His eyes were red with anxiety. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse: "girl, listen, put on your clothes, I will take you down the mountain to see the doctor Girl, be obedient, be obedient... "

"If you don't obey me, I'll beat you." Zhong Mingwei was so worried that all the sweat beads on his face dripped on ah Cho's. He was so busy that he reached out to wipe them off again. At the same time, he leaned over again, holding ah Cho's face and kissed him repeatedly. "Girl, listen, please listen to me once..."

I don't know if I heard the man's plea. Ah Chou's hand was finally released. Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he put on the old dirty cotton padded jacket for ah Chou, and then went to put on the cotton pants for her. It was also at this time that he found that ah Chou's cotton pants were wet, and still wet half of his trouser legs. Zhong Mingwei was stunned. He put the pants under the candlelight. They were black and protruding Cotton trousers, even if they are wet, can't be seen. No wonder he hasn't found them all the time.

Zhong Mingwei suddenly looked back at ah Chou, who was still asleep. He was holding a wet cotton pants in his hand. His chest was heaving violently. He felt pain and hate in his heart. He hurt the girl who didn't know how to worry about him. He hated that she was old and dizzy in her early thirties. He didn't find out in the morning. He didn't know how long the wet cotton pants had been worn.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he left the wet cotton pants behind. At the same time, he took his own cotton pants and put them on to a Chou. At the same time, he took a Chou's scarf and hat and put them on. Then he wrapped a Chou tightly with a quilt. Then he helped him to get off the Kang and went to the big bed to find some thick pants and put them on himself, Then he took out a hemp rope from the outer hall.

The hemp rope that he used to tie to him and a Chou when he was learning to walk. At this moment, it's tied to them again. Zhong Mingwei sits on the edge of the Kang and carries a Chou wrapped in a quilt on his back. Then he ties them up with hemp rope. At the same time, he takes fifty liang of silver out of the box at the end of the Kang and holds them in his arms. Then he takes a few breaths and helps them Standing on the edge of the Kang, his shaking leg shook for a long time, and finally took the first step. Zhong Mingwei bit his teeth, supported the edge of the Kang, the stove and the wall, and limped out of the outer hall.

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"Gudong!"

This is the third time that Zhong Mingwei has fallen. The cold and hard ground makes him lose his bones. His knees hurt more and more, which makes him more and more tired when he gets up. He gasps at the dirty snow in front of him. He looks up at the gate which is still far away. He gasps for a few times. Then he supports the ground with his hands and struggles to climb with his teeth Up.

"Gudong!"

After only two steps this time, Zhong Mingwei fell to the ground again. His ankle should have been twisted. It was burning and painful. He was afraid of bleeding because of the silver in his chest. Zhong Mingwei struggled to breathe. In the cold wind, mixed with the girl's vague cry, Zhong Mingwei felt a pain. He clapped his hand on his back Ah Chou said softly, "don't be afraid, girl. I won't feel bad after seeing the doctor..."

Zhong Mingwei's hands are on the ground, and he wants to get up again, but he can't do it any more. There are more people on his back, so it's inconvenient for him to move naturally. What's more, he has such a body, and his feet, wrists and knees are burning, so he can't stand up.

"Bang bang!" He thumped the ground dejectedly, looking at the front door tightly closed and the row of small footprints on the snow. He calmed down again. He gasped for a few breaths, then he scratched the ground with both hands and supported his feet to death. He crawled forward inch by inch. The palm of his hand was frozen, and there was dull pain. But Zhong Mingwei was grateful for the cold snow. He wanted to It's not that there's snow on the ground. He's afraid it's going to be very difficult.