Mo Lingwei squatted down, took off her shoes and socks, and checked her instep. The bruises had dissipated, and the redness had completely subsided, "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"It's ready." Mo Lingwei put down her skirt and put on her soft satin shoes again: "Please trouble sister-in-law."

"I just prepared some ointment for you." Chu Yunyao handed Mo Lingwei a letter: "Ling Yuan asked me to hand it over to you. It takes a long journey to return to Jincheng, and it takes a lot of energy. These days , take good care of your body, lest you fall ill on the way."

"Yes." Mo Lingwei nodded, "I will force myself to eat more."

Seeing what Mo Lingwei said, Chu Yunyao felt a little sad in her chest. She touched Mo Lingwei's small face, and said: "Ling Wei, it is impossible for a person to have everything in his life. Be transparent, don't think too much.

For many people in this world, as long as they are alive, it is enough, and they will not hesitate to be a cow or a horse.

There are also some people, relying on their status and status, to disregard human lives from above.

You are not the worst, and of course you are not the best. It's just that everyone has their own difficulties in this life.

We need to grit our teeth and get through it.

Life is just a few decades, and it is not short, and the years pass by in a flash.

Whether it is long or not, it is a long life, we have not even finished the first half of our life, maybe the second half of our life can be expected.

do you understand me? "

"I understand." Mo Lingwei reached out and shook Chu Yunyao's finger: "No matter what happens, I will live well, sister-in-law, don't worry about me."

"That's good, that's good." Chu Yunyao saw her looking unlovable, and told her, "Don't do anything stupid."

"I haven't seen Siyu's appearance after the full moon, and I miss it very much." Mo Lingwei smiled slightly.

Chu Yunyao secretly let out a long sigh of relief.

It is good to have a little hope, otherwise, there is really no desire to survive.



A few days later, Feng Yichen sent a pair of re-made artificial limbs.

The wound on He Wenhao's leg has almost healed. After putting on the artificial limb, he was able to stand up and practice walking again.

Chu Yunyao stipulated that he should practice at most one stick of incense every day, and for the rest of the time, when the wound has not completely healed, he should not rush it.

Forbearance supported He Wenhao: "Master, Madam Mo is right, if you feel bored lying in the bedroom, I will push you for a walk in the yard, and when the wound is completely healed, it will take a while for you to stand up , don’t be in a hurry.”

Chu Yunyao said casually: "You young people, why do you all like to read books in the bedroom? You are like this, and so is Ling Wei."

"Miss Mo, are you still in the other courtyard?" He Wenhao suddenly looked up at Chu Yunyao.

Chu Yunyao nodded: "Well, before I came, I asked Xiu'er to trouble her, and took her to the backyard for a walk. The flower garden is full of flowers. If you look more, you will feel better."

He Wenhao turned his eyes to look at Ren Zhi: "What Mrs. Mo said is that you change my clothes for me, and push me to the backyard for a walk."

"Okay." Shinobu smiled, and quickly rummaged through the closet for his clothes.

The guest room was empty, Feng Yichen tidied up the messy medical equipment on the table, and remained extremely silent.

Chu Yunyao sensed something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Feng Yichen endured it, and finally sighed: "It's just an internal matter of the Feng family, it will be fine in a few days."

Chu Yunyao was not interested in the internal affairs of the Feng family, and did not ask any further questions.

Later, Chu Yunyao wondered if Ling Wei's ending would be different if she asked a question at this time.

But there is no medicine for regret in the world, so there are so many ifs.