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After hearing this, Zhou Qingwu's expression changed slightly, he leaned over anxiously, and gestured: Does it hurt?

Meng Chuxi pursed her lips and smiled: "Be happy, just take care of me, and I won't be in pain."

Zhou Qingwu glanced at her, pursed her lips tightly, and then the uncontrollable sadness welled up in her eyes, pain and fear, she stretched out her hand and wrote on the palm of Meng Chuxi: I will harm you, for those who are close to me, will encounter misfortune.

Her parents tried their best to protect her, Uncle Song took her in under pressure, Song Xuan kept her against his mother's wishes, but in the end it didn't end well, Meng Chuxi suffered so much for her again, she is really a catastrophe .

Meng Chuxi's face changed slightly, and she said eagerly: "Nonsense!"

Realizing that she was a little fierce, Meng Chuxi quickly suppressed the anxiety in her heart, lowered her voice, and said, "No, she did it to me because I provoked her on purpose. This has nothing to do with you. Zhou Qingwu, you have to remember , Those have nothing to do with you, let alone blame you, you can’t take all the faults on yourself, it’s not fair to you! No matter how others hurt you, slander you, you must always love yourself, if you even complain about yourself Myself, this is really too sad."

Zhou Qingwu's eyelashes were steamed, and he just looked at Meng Chuxi like this.Meng Chuxi was a little distressed, "Although I don't know what happened that year, your parents definitely hope that you will be well. And the reason why I said those things is because I don't agree with them, and I don't allow them to say that about you. You think so yourself, then the blood I bleed and the pain I suffer are really in vain, do you understand?"

She spoke very seriously, her amber eyes gleamed a little under the slightly dim light, focused and gentle, yet revealing an undeniable sincerity.

Zhou Qingwu suddenly wanted to cry. It wasn't the kind of sadness just now, but an uncontrollable emotion. His whole body was hot, even his eye sockets were hot.She turned her eyes away and endured it, and nodded seriously.

After calming down, Zhou Qingwu hurriedly prepared dinner. Meng Chuxi didn't eat one of the pancakes at noon, and he didn't eat the porridge.Zhou Qingwu boiled another portion, and reheated the pancakes. She didn't finish her own whole grain pancakes, so it was just enough.

Meng Chuxi's wound was cracked, and it was not suitable for eating pancakes, so Zhou Qingwu fed her gruel.It's just that she was not in good spirits, she didn't eat much, and she shook her head before finishing a bowl of porridge.

Zhou Qingwu was a little anxious, but he didn't show it, he just stared at her and frowned unconsciously.

Meng Chuxi looked at her and said in a low voice: "I'm just a little tired and have no appetite, you eat by yourself. Also, if you want me to eat well, don't cook different meals in the future. I will eat whatever you eat, you know? "

Zhou Qingwu was stunned, and Meng Chuxi sighed: "What you brought up the mountain must be coarse grain cakes."

Zhou Qingwu was a little at a loss, and finally gestured and said: You are a patient, you can't make do with me.

Meng Chuxi was helpless: "Let's not be an example. If you don't let me eat those with you, then you will eat the same as me. Your appetite is the same as that of a cat. You won't eat it all."

Seeing that she let him go, Zhou Qingwu looked a lot lighter. When she spread out the medicinal materials collected today to dry, Meng Chuxi had already fallen asleep.It's just that she didn't sleep well, and kept frowning.

When Ye Zhou Qingwu slept at night, she was very alert, fearing that Meng Chuxi was in trouble, and in the middle of the night she heard Meng Chuxi's raving, and immediately woke up.She reached out and touched Meng Chuxi's cheek, the scalding heat made her sit up quickly.

Regardless of getting dressed, she got out of bed in the dark, fumbled and lit the lamp.Meng Chuxi's expression was not very good, and she kept talking nonsense in distress. Zhou Qingwu could only vaguely hear "grandfather" and "sister" as he listened.Zhou Qingwu was a little surprised, did Meng Chuxi think of something?

It's just that she can't care so much right now, Meng Chuxi's face was flushed with fever, and she was sweating profusely.Doctor Du had reminded Zhou Qingwu before, so although she was anxious, she didn't panic. She boiled water in the stove and kept wiping Meng Chuxi's body with warm water.

Because of the high temperature on Meng Chuxi's body due to the fever, Zhou Qingwu wiped her body twice, only feeling that the scalding heat from her body rushed to his face.Although they are both girls, Zhou Qingwu is still very shy about such an intimate matter.

The skin on Meng Chuxi's body is hot and delicate, and compared to her shriveled figure, Meng Chuxi... Zhou Qingwu looked down at himself, his face was a little hot, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore. After feeding Meng Chuxi water, he watched her and wiped her body to cool down .It wasn't until the first cock crowed the next day that Meng Chuxi's fever subsided and she slept peacefully.

Zhou Qingwu didn't close his eyes almost all night, and couldn't help but yawned a few times at this moment.She looked outside, and it was still dark. After thinking about it, Zhou Qingwu went to bed and took a nap for a while. She didn't get up until the cock crowed three times, and Meng Chuxi beside her was still awake.

It's a bit cool in the early morning of autumn, but when you open the door, it's hot and sunny outside, and it's another good weather.After the door was opened, Zhou Qingwu swept the yard once. The broom slid across the ground and made a rhythmic rustling sound. The people in the house did not wake up because of this slight movement, but were still asleep.

After picking up the medicinal materials picked yesterday and spreading them out in the yard to dry, Zhou Qingwu went back and touched Meng Chuxi's forehead, it was not hot anymore.But he was not at ease, thinking that Du Zhong hadn't left, so he went to the village head's house to pick him up.

Du Zhong saw her eyes glowing blue, and said softly, "Did you take care of her last night?"

Zhou Qingwu nodded: she was so feverish that she was talking nonsense.

Du Zhong felt a little emotional: "It's just a chance meeting and rescued her, but you care so much about her. It's really rare."

Zhou Qingwu was silent for a moment, then gestured again: She is very good to me.

Du Zhong was a little surprised, he probably knew Zhou Qingwu's situation, and he knew more about this girl's temperament.Forbearable and gentle, kind-hearted.But under such torture, it is not easy for her to accept someone so quickly and say that she is good.

However, thinking about the reason why Meng Chuxi's wound opened, it's no wonder that what the villagers said was right, it was to protect this girl.Thinking of this, Du Zhong was also happy for Zhou Qingwu, after all, he didn't save anyone in vain.

Du Zhong took Meng Chuxi's pulse, then looked at the wound, and changed her medicine.Then he stroked his beard and said: "The wound is a little red and swollen, that's why it has a fever. But the fever subsides, change the dressing on time, don't touch the water, and keep it well, it's fine."

Zhou Qingwu also breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked Du Zhong again for sending him away.The village head of Diaanjin has made arrangements, and it seems that he has made up his mind to settle the matter on behalf of Chang.

Meng Chuxi slept very deeply. When she woke up, she was still a little confused. She didn't know that she had a fever last night, but she remembered that she had a very long dream. It didn't come out of nowhere, it seemed to be the memory of the owner of this body.

She couldn't remember, so she patted her head. It happened that Zhou Qingwu brought the medicine and came in to watch her pat her head. He hurried over and touched her forehead, and said with gestures: Do you have a headache?

Meng Chuxi shook her head: "No, I had a long dream last night, but I couldn't remember it."

Zhou Qingwu restrained his expression slightly, and stretched out his hand to gesture: You have a fever, and you kept talking nonsense last night.

Meng Chuxi recognized her gestures, stretched out her hand to see Zhou Qingwu wrote a few words, and then fully understood, and asked suspiciously, "What did I say?"

Zhou Qingwu shook his head, and continued to gesture: I can't hear the others clearly, but I can only hear grandpa and sister clearly.

Meng Chuxi was taken aback for a moment, her eyes were a little dazed.Zhou Qingwu stared at her worriedly: Did you remember anything?

Meng Chuxi came back to her senses, a trace of pain disappeared in her eyes, "No." When mentioning grandpa, the bitterness that had been hidden in her heart welled up, but there was also a feeling of pain or resentment that couldn't be told, which made her feel sad. Meng Chuxi felt a little uncomfortable.

It stands to reason that she should only have longing and grief when mentioning grandpa, and there should be no resentment. She belatedly realized that this might be the residual emotion in this body.As for her elder sister, she didn't have an elder sister at all. It was obvious that she dreamed about what the original owner had experienced last night, but unfortunately she forgot all about it when she woke up.

But before she had time to think deeply, she glanced at Zhou Qingwu's faint blue eyes, her clear and energetic eyes were obviously tired, and she couldn't help but softly said, "Have you taken care of me all night?"

Zhou Qingwu looked away and gestured uncomfortably: I'm worried that you're burning up and talking nonsense.I rested for half the night, nothing happened.

Meng Chuxi has been observing Zhou Qingwubi's hand gestures, and there are some things she doesn't understand. She wrote them down after Zhou Qingwu wrote them down clearly. ?”

Zhou Qingwu shook his head: It's okay, I'm fine.Some of the medicinal materials dug up yesterday were not enough to dry, so they need to be washed, cut and dried.

Meng Chuxi sighed, there was nothing she could do but be a spectator, frowning and drinking the bitter concoction.

Beside her ear was Zhou Qingwu's busy movement. She watched the thin figure shuttle back and forth between the courtyard and the hall, and then squatted there earnestly cutting herbs with a knife. The knife became dull after being used for a long time. On her face, she could see that her cheeks were slightly tensed, and she worked hard secretly.

She was too diligent, as if she couldn't stop, Meng Chuxi felt emotional and distressed, and couldn't help saying: "Qingwu, how old are you?"

Zhou Qingwu was slightly taken aback when she heard her question, and then compared his fingers.

"15 years old?" Meng Chuxi was a little surprised, because she looked too thin, much smaller than the 15-year-old children she had seen in that era.

It’s just that a 15-year-old is still a child. Facing such a cruel life alone, struggling to survive alone, it is really distressing.

Zhou Qingwu probably knew that Meng Chuxi was bored lying on the bed, and while cutting the herbs, he raised his head and pointed at Meng Chuxi, making a gesture: How about you?

Meng Chuxi opened her mouth and wanted to say that she was 24, but then she thought about how old her body is. There is no mirror at home. She roughly looked at her body from the water. It looks very similar to her. It should be younger, but how old is it? do not know either.So he shook his head: "I don't remember, but it must be older than you, you should call me sister."

She couldn't help teasing Zhou Qingwu after she finished speaking, staring at Zhou Qingwu with a teasing smile inside, "Call me sister?"

Zhou Qingwu's cheeks were slightly flushed, and his expression twitched, but in the end he looked away, put his middle finger on his lips, and pinched his earlobe: "Sister, then lowered your head and stopped looking at Meng Chuxi, and cut the herbs with a blushing face.

Meng Chuxi couldn't help but "puchi" and laughed lowly: "Qingwu is so good."

So the little girl became more and more embarrassed, but she couldn't speak, so she could only look at Meng Chuxi with a little tenderness, and buried her head in her work.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Chang and the village head came to Zhou Qingwu's house again. Meng Chuxi frowned when she heard the movement, and then lay on the bed with a tired expression, looking a little weak. She felt that Mrs. Chang still needed to be beaten .At least seek some protection for Zhou Qingwu.