In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Song Hongguo couldn't help but feel her heart clenched when she saw the scene in front of her. She walked over a few steps, squatted down, looked directly into his eyes, and comforted him in a gentle voice, "Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person, I am..."

Before she could finish speaking, the child stretched out his hand to her, polite but unquestionable, "Can I see your letter of introduction?"

"..." This is more cautious than using secret codes, but are today's children so young and mature?

Song Hongguo smiled helplessly and took out a stack of papers from the canvas bag. In addition to the letter of introduction, there were also graduation certificates, job transfer procedures, etc. Seeing that he really took it and looked through it carefully, she couldn't help teasing him, "These words Do you know them all?”

He said "Hmm" and looked through each page very carefully. He also looked at her appearance from time to time. After a few minutes, he carefully folded it and handed it back to her. His tight little body relaxed slightly and the guard in his eyes disappeared. Go.

Song Hongguo put it back in her bag, looked at the embarrassed but still handsome boy in front of her, and said with a smile, "Have I passed your test? Is it my turn to ask you next?"

"You ask." His voice was a little hoarse and he couldn't help turning his face away and coughing a few times.

Song Hongguo rummaged through the few memories in her mind, "What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"

"Ling Zhi, eight years old, from M Province, my father's name is...Ling Zifeng." His voice was inaudible for the last few words, and there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes when he looked at her.

Song Hongguo understood that this was because she was worried that she would have opinions about Ling Zifeng. After all, people who were sentenced to reform through labor these days were the existence that everyone avoided, lest they be implicated.Fortunately, she was not the original owner and did not discriminate against such people, especially when the other party was quite unjust. She raised her hand and rubbed his head, "You can follow me from now on."

"...Are you really willing?" After waiting for the past few days, he was actually a little uneasy, suspecting that the other party had gone back on his word. After all, who would want to raise a child with no blood relationship?Especially these days, no one has enough to eat. Having two extra mouths means losing his own belly. Even if the other person's father had been favored by his grandfather, he didn't dare to have high expectations.

Song Hongguo patted the straw on his body again, with a sincere and relaxed smile, "Don't worry, I won't regret what I said to my dad. I will definitely do what I promised my dad."

He stared at her unblinkingly, as if judging the truth and lies of her words.

Faced with his doubts, Song Hongguo didn't explain any more. After seeing people's hearts for a long time, it was useless for her to say more now. She turned away and her eyes fell on the shabby quilt, "Where is your brother? I heard that he is sick. ,how is it now?"

Hearing this, Ling Zhi's youthful sophistication was instantly replaced by panic. He didn't bother to reply to her words. He took out a piece of colorless cloth from a jar with a gap, squeezed the water hard, then knelt beside the quilt, carefully of wiping.

"Well..." There was an uncomfortable groan, with a cry, and he shouted again unconsciously, "Brother."

"Xiao Yuan, be good. Brother, I'll give you a wipe. The fever will be gone soon. Please bear with me..."

"Cold, cold..." The quilt shook, accompanied by painful moans.

Song Hongguo hurriedly followed over and saw the child's eyes closed, his face flushed, and his body twitching vaguely. He quickly rummaged through the bag for medicine while urging, "Is there warm water? Go and get a bowl!"

"You, do you have medicine?" Ling Zhi watched her movements excitedly, his voice trembling.

"Yes, there are antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs. Go and get some water." Song Hongguo found the medicine and communicated with the system at the same time, "Can children take these medicines you gave them?"

"Of course you can. The medicines given by me are all optimized and have no side effects!" The system sounded like you had taken advantage of it, and it didn't forget to show off, "It's 20 years ahead of you in your previous life!"

Song Hongguo didn't care to talk to him anymore. Seeing Ling Zhi bring a bowl of water, she quickly took the little bun in the quilt, to be precise, it was a small carrot head, which was still hot. She held it in her arms and wrapped it in a military coat. , so as not to be blown by the cold wind, then I pinched his little mouth and stuffed the medicine into it.

The pills were not bitter, and even had a bit of sweetness. Little Baozi swallowed them subconsciously.

"Water!" Song Hongguo took the bowl and carefully fed him a sip. He was very cooperative, swallowed the medicine, and drank half the bowl in a daze before shaking his head and turning his little face to the side.

He didn't open his eyes from beginning to end, and his long eyelashes trembled, making his heart soft.

After giving him the medicine, Song Hongguo didn't put him down. The only quilt on the bed was not only torn, but also very thin and not warm at all. The floor was covered with straw, and he couldn't do much if he lay on it today.

"Is this okay?" After all, he was still a child. Ling Zhi looked at her nervously, as if he wanted to get some kind of strength and protection from her. "My brother won't feel uncomfortable anymore, will he? After taking the medicine, he will be fine soon. Get better, right?”

Song Hongguo nodded and reassured, "Don't worry, my brother will be fine."

"Really?"

"Really, have you forgotten that I am the doctor?"

Hearing this, Ling Zhi seemed to react and took a long breath. The expression on his little face was either sad or happy, and he murmured, "Yes, you are a doctor. You can treat patients and save people. As long as you are here, my brother will not be alone." It won’t be any more uncomfortable…”

Seeing this, Song Hongguo couldn't help but want to blame the original owner. If they had given more food and come a few days earlier, how could the two children have suffered such a heavy crime?It's okay to be sick, but I'm afraid I'll feel even less safe.

She looked around and wanted to sigh, "Do you think there is anything else that needs to be packed?"

"What?" Ling Zhi looked at her blankly.

"It's too cold here, let's go to the guest house." After Song Hongguo finished speaking, she didn't care how he cleaned up. She lowered her head and touched the forehead of the little bun, and once again lamented the miraculous effect of the antipyretic medicine.

As soon as the temperature dropped, the little bun's expression became a little more comfortable, his brows spread, and he looked like he was sleeping soundly.

Song Hongguo was determined, and then she paid attention to his appearance. Although his face was thin, it was white and tender, like a delicate porcelain doll. He was indeed a beautiful child, but he was too thin. In his arms, It didn't weigh much. She remembered that the child should be three years old this year, but judging from the height and weight, he was at most about one and a half years old. Severe malnutrition caused growth retardation.

"It's ready." When Ling Zhi saw her holding his brother, he didn't feel disgusted or impatient. On the contrary, he was gentle and compassionate, and his voice also had a touch of admiration and respect.

Song Hongguo naturally heard it, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She didn't think about using any means to subdue these two children and make them obey her words or treat them as filial piety to their elders. The feelings are all from each other, and they are mutual. , it’s still the same sentence, it’s been a long time to see people’s hearts, she glanced at the bag he was carrying and frowned, “That’s all?”

The bag sewn together with old cloth was not much bigger than the canvas bag she was carrying. How much could it hold?

Ling Zhi explained sadly, "In that case, if you sneak out of the car, you can't take too many things. If someone is watching, they will be suspicious. If my dad hadn't held them back..."

Don't talk about this, even he and his brother can't leave.

Song Hongguo wanted to sigh, but she held it back and put on a relaxed smile, "If the old ones don't go away, the new ones won't come. We'll buy them again in the future. Let's go!"