Fierce little loli: Husband gently teases

"I didn't act on my will. I went to Zhong's house to study as a teacher to save people, not for anything else. If I let these people suffer without anyone treating them, I'm sorry I can't do it."

An Xinran's black eyes gleamed, and her firm expression made the man take back what he wanted to say.

The man went back to report. An Xinran discussed with Fu Shaoxun how to save him. Under the leadership of the woman, An Xinran walked around to get a general idea of ​​what medicine everyone needed and what disease they had.

An Xinran made a list of the medicines and supplies that needed to be purchased, and Fu Shaoxun was responsible for buying them.

After Li Qiqi learned about it, she insisted on coming to help. An Xinran also knew that life was at stake, and it was not the time for her to be brave, so she agreed to let her come to help.

With this promise, it was not just one person who came here, but six people with their families.

An Xinran rested her forehead and sighed, but seeing the people here and seeing so many people coming to help them, everyone was very happy, so An Xinran didn't think about it any more.

"Don't record the people they have intervened in the treatment, it will be unfair to Miss Xia, thank you." An Xinran told the person holding the camera to shoot.

The man smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ms. An, there is a video to testify, it's fair and just."

An Xinran didn't say anything, and took Li Qiqi to the house with the medicine box. Zhuo Ling and Fu Shaoxun continued to purchase the supplies that everyone needed. Fu Shaoxun brought a small part first, and only two or three The next day, Lin Ling and Chi Wenxiu set up a tent on the spot, preparing food and distributing supplies to everyone.

And Zhong Muyang, as a key figure, would send anyone with a serious illness to his eyes. Considering the issue of cleanliness, the people here vacated a few houses for them.

An Xinran and Li Qiqi knocked on the door of each house. An Xinran treated minor illnesses and pains on the spot. If it was serious, she asked them to go to the prepared house.

At first, the people here were very wary of them, and they only dared to open the door ajar, their eyes full of defense. An Xinran felt very sad, thinking that when she first came here, the door was never locked, and the neighbors sat talking at the door , One family has to do food, let the other one go to help.

An Xinran talked nonsense, saying that she opened several doors, but later she had no choice but to ask a few people she had cured to help and said that the more the disease protracted, the more dangerous it would be.

"Happily, I found that your French is becoming more and more fluent. Do you plan to settle here with your president, Mr. Fu?" Li Qiqi talked nonchalantly while laying hands on her hands.

"What are you talking about!" An Xinran gave Li Qiqi a white look, "This is not your reason to avoid your not taking classes seriously."

Li Qiqi pouted, and handed over the towel in her hand.

An uncle needed help and took Li Qiqi away. After a while, Li Qiqi came back with a look of embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" An Xinran was writing the medicine list, and asked someone to pick it up at their base camp.

"That Xinran, translate for me what he said. I can only understand a few words." Li Qiqi took out her mobile phone and played her recorded words, "Fortunately, I am smart and know how to record."

"Qiqi, are you recording in front of others?" An Xinran was not happy with Li Qiqi's cleverness, but was faintly worried.

"Don't worry, I recorded it secretly, because I really can't understand, and he can't understand what I'm talking about. The conversation between the two of us is like a bull's head to a horse's mouth. I have no choice but to come up with this way. Don't worry These, you can translate for me, what do they mean, they are still waiting for me there."

Li Qiqi turned on the recording, and the messy voice came out, but An Xinran still heard the words inside.

Some helplessly said: "He wants you to help cook a meal for his mother and children. His mother is sick, the child is still young, and he is always hungry, and he doesn't know how to cook. People who can usually help him Have your own business."

"Ah! Just like that, when I heard dinner, I thought he asked me to eat, and kept saying no." Li Qiqi said nah.

"I asked you to learn more before, but you said that you would not go to school in the future and refused to learn. Now, regret it."

"Yes, yes, I regret it, my Miss An, please stop preaching."

An Xinran gave the prescribed medicine list to the aunt next to her, and asked her to get the medicine and pack her medicine box.

Li Qiqi thought of the food she cooked, although it was passable, but it definitely made people want to eat the first bite and not want to eat the second.

With a bitter face, "Xinran, you know my craft, can you help me out?"

"Okay, let's go, didn't you see that my things are packed?"

Li Qiqi was alive and well immediately, An Xin shook her head with a grin, and followed behind to the uncle's house who was looking for help.

A child was crying and hungry, and the uncle was frustrated and unable to coax him.

An Xinran hastily put down her things, walked into the kitchen, took what she had, cooked a few side dishes, and cooked porridge. She was concerned that there was an old man, who was not feeling well, and it was better to eat porridge, and the child was hungry for a long time. , Eating porridge can warm the stomach.

"Thank you, thank you." The uncle apologized excitedly while holding the porridge.

An Xinran said in fluent French, "You're welcome."

Li Qiqi was taking care of the child, while An Xinran was feeding the old man on the bed. The old man kept coughing again. An Xinran fed him a mouthful, and the old man could cough up half of it, which splashed on An Xinran's hands. An Xinran didn't care. Gently coaxing and feeding.

The person sent by the Zhong family to follow An Xinran was called Zhong Zhe. Zhong Muyang said that he was a rigid person. Zhong Zhe kept recording with a camera in his hand.

An Xinran saw the old man looking at the camera with fear in his eyes.

"Zhong Zhe, don't take pictures of people first, let the old man take pictures after eating." An Xinran frowned. She disapproved of Zhong Zhe taking pictures with the camera. The people here are very simple and know the camera. She is not willing to be on camera, and cannot accept her help with peace of mind.

An Xinran talked about this issue with Zhong Zhe, but was rejected. Zhong Zhe said that this is his job, and it is the key to whether she can become an apprentice of the Zhong family. I hope she can cooperate.

The people around her were also persuading her, but An Xinran finally compromised and agreed with Zhong Zhe that as long as she did not allow the filming, she would not be allowed to film.

After a busy day, several people were exhausted, and it was getting dark. One-third of the people An Xinran left once, and went again tomorrow. An Xinran wrote down the few people who were seriously ill.

A few people stay here for the time being, in case of emergencies, Zhuo Ling has already prepared the necessary things for accommodation.

An Xinran was concerned about Mr. Fuwo and Mrs. Fuwo, and mentioned something to Fu Shaoxun, and the two went to his house together. Based on Fu Shaoxun's memory, they found Mr. Fuwo's ​​house.

"Are they going to sleep?" An Xinran hesitated whether to knock on the door.

"It was dark just now, no way." Fu Shaoxun said, knocking on the door, and the crisp voice resounded through the street.

After knocking for a long time, but no one knocked on the door, An Xin turned around disappointedly, "I just said I'm asleep, the old people go to bed early."

The sound fell, and a loud voice stuck behind An Xinran's voice.

"Who says old people go to bed early." Then the thick wooden door opened.

An Xinran admired Mrs. Fuwo's ​​hearing ability, the door was so thick, her voice was weak, and she could still hear her voice clearly.

The door creaked loudly in the night, and Mrs. Fuwo appeared in front of her wearing an apron.

An Xinran was slightly taken aback.

"It's you two! Long time no see, are the glasses broken again?" Mrs. Fuwo was still very enthusiastic.

An Xinran smiled slightly, "No, we are here to see you and Mr. Fuwo."

"Come in, come in, you don't know, these few days, the house is very quiet, just me." Mrs. Fuwo opened the door wide, let An Xinran and Fu Shaoxun in, and said as they walked, explaining Lower waist apron.

"Is Mr. Fu Wo staying in the room?" As soon as An Xinran's words came out, Fu Shaoxun took An Xinran's hand, and An Xinran subconsciously looked over.

Mrs. Fuwo's ​​voice suddenly stopped.

An Xinran followed Fu Shaoxun's black eyes to stare at the position, and was stunned.

"This old man has been busy all his life, and it's rare for him to be free." Mrs. Fu Wo smiled tenderly, looking tenderly at the black and white photos on the wall.

"Mrs. Fuwo..." An Xinran shouted at a loss. Did the serious old man in her memory die like this?

Mrs. Fu Wo put her hands over her eyes and said loudly, "Have you guys had dinner yet? I just made dinner, do you want to eat together?"

An Xinran couldn't say no, so she nodded.

"Wait a minute." Mrs. Fuwo walked into the kitchen.

"Shao Xun." An Xinran held Fu Shaoxun's hand tightly, as if looking for a sense of security for himself.

Fu Shaoxun put his arms around An Xinran's shoulders and said lightly, "It's okay."

An Xinran sorted out her complicated mood, and walked into the kitchen, "Mrs. Fuwo, let me help you, fry one of my special dishes, try it, how about it?"

An Xinran tried her best to make her voice sound normal and washed the vegetables.

Mrs. Fuwo was saddest when Mr. Fuwo passed away. An Xinran felt lonely in her laughter.

"Do you know what he likes about me?" Mrs. Fuwo said while chopping vegetables. An Xinran didn't know how to respond. If she said something wrong, it would make Mrs. Fuwo feel sad again.

Mrs. Fu Wo said to herself: "He likes me to always have a smile on my face. He said he can be happy when he sees me."

"Mr. Fuwo loves you very much." It took a long time for An Xinran to hold back such words.

"He left without a sound, and told me not to tell the neighbors in the neighborhood. Now everyone has their own difficulties. If he troubles everyone because of his affairs, he will feel very sorry."

"When I left, I held my hand tightly and didn't let go of it for a whole night before letting go. I knew he couldn't bear me, and he would definitely wait for me below."

An Xinran quietly listened to Mrs. Fuwo.

"Little girl, don't you have a saying, what is it called Mengpo soup? It is said that after drinking it, you will forget everything in the past. Do you think he will forget me?" Mrs. Fuwo's ​​eyes were blank, and she suddenly grabbed Holding An Xinran's hand, asked.

An Xinran knew that there was no Po Meng, she was a figure that did not exist in the human spirit.

"No, Mrs. Fuwo, I believe that if Mr. Fuwo drank Mengpo soup, he would not forget you. There is another saying in our place, it is called love for three lives." An Xinran patted Fuwo The wrinkled back of the wife's hand comforted.

Mrs. Fu Wo turned around in a daze, "I love you forever, if this is the last life for me and him."

An Xinran secretly scolded herself for being stupid and didn't know what to do. When he came back, Fu Shaoxun went out by the door.

"Mrs. Fuwo, what my wife said is love for three lives, it means loving each other from life to life, and two people will be together from life to life."

Mrs. Fuwo's ​​eyes were shining, as if she was hopeful, she was definitely looking at Fu Shaoxun.