Step by step routine

The world is impermanent, so why hold on to the past.Shen Xiansi managed to break free from the past, so she would no longer have unnecessary worries about her youth.

As the two cuddled each other, the wind blew and the white clouds swayed.

I wish I could spend the rest of my life peacefully and peacefully.

...

Song Wei is a doctor, and Xiao Yucong also took care of Xiao Jue for a while before he was born, but under the same roof, he still has many small details that Shen Xiansi needs to point out.

For example, people suffer from backache and discomfort, want to eat something to enjoy the taste, when are they particularly energetic and when are they particularly tired...

Xiao Jue is a strong and quiet person, and with Shen Xiansi's advice, he feels much better.

The life of the other party and Rong Zhiming is also very interesting, there are always some witty meanings in the ordinary life, and the tricks are endless. Rather than looking for fun for himself, Xiao Jue feels that the other party is more like making Rong Zhiming happy.

A person spends every day trying to amuse the other person, how much love is there?

Xiao Jue met eyes with Shen Xiansi who was lazily drinking the medicine, and he began to think about it.

Then Shen Xiansi was a little surprised, because His Majesty actually smiled at him, then nodded before leaving.

"..." Shen Xiansi scratched the back of his head, unfortunately, he did not receive the other party's meaning.

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The small shoots in the stomach grew into young saplings after four months, and the family of four had to leave.

The affairs of the court have been delayed for so long, this is the greatest willfulness Xiao Jue can give Song Wei, and it cannot be delayed any longer.

There was no parting between the adults, but Xiao Yucong held Rong Chou and wiped his tears.

Rong Chou grinned, and patted the other person's back with his small hands, "Don't worry, my brother will go to Pingling with Dad to see Cong Cong every Chinese New Year."

"When my brother grows up in the future, my brother can go to see Cong Cong by himself. He can go whenever he wants, so be good and don't cry. You are a little prince, not a crying little boy."

"Speak... count, hiccup..." Xiao Yucong hooked Rong Chou's hand to pull the hook.

"Okay, okay." Rong Chou could only pull the hook with the other party.

After getting into the carriage and running for a few steps, Xiao Yucong lifted the curtain and shouted at Rong Chou: "Brother Chou Chou, it's a deal, I can't go back on my word, I'm waiting for you to come and see me!"

Rong Chou nodded maturely, and when the carriage disappeared, he turned around and hugged Rong Zhiming's waist, crying.

"Shame on the street."

"..." Rong Chou stopped crying.Shen Xiansi and Jiaojiao beside him laughed out loud.

Is it dear?Rong Chou was very sad.

...

Rong Chou reneged on his promise in the first year, and for the next ten years or so, he never stepped into Pingling except for asking people to bring some fancy gadgets to the little prince in Pingling.

Because not long after the fall of the first year, Shen Xiansi fell ill.

He was very ill, but it was just a cold, which caused his old illness, and he couldn't even speak for a while, even facing his stubbornness, he couldn't even smile at the corner of his mouth.

He had the most severe abdominal pain.When Rong Chou was a child, he didn't know why his father would clutch his stomach until he fainted due to pain, but later he knew that it was an old problem that was born to him and his sister.

When it hurts, it seems as if he wants to squeeze out his father's flesh and blood.He was also crying while hiding in the corner, because his father was crying so sadly, he would cry whenever it hurts, how painful it must be...

Rong Zhiming lost his vicissitudes in an instant, and he lost his smiling face, and he didn't even care about taking care of Jiaojiao.

Rong Chou is sensible, he coaxes and takes care of his younger sister while guarding the bedside.

During his influence, his father was always smiling, the light in his eyes never going out, and when playing with him and his sister, there were always tricks emerging one after another.

Now covered with a thick quilt, his face is whiter than the snow he saw in Pingling.

Daddy went out to decoct the medicine, he stretched out his little hand and picked up Shen Xiansi's hand and put it on his little face, "Fly the pain, Daddy, get well soon, Jiaojiao cried again last night, Chouchou made it hard for my sister Coax him to sleep." As he spoke, he dropped the golden bean.

Then that hand squeezed his little face, "Oh dear...why are you crying..."

"Father, you're awake!" Rong Chou opened his eyes wide and looked at him, so happy that tears pooled in his eyes and forgot to flow.

"Don't cry, it's even more uncomfortable when you cry, daddy..." He became sad, and he could act like a baby to his son of any age.

The clown immediately raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and smiled at Shen Xiansi, "That's good..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Zhiming came in with the medicine.

In Shen Xiansi's eyes, the unshaven Rong Zhiming did not look good at all.

So when Rong Zhiming held him in his arms and fed him the medicine, he whispered: "Yuezhi is not very happy."

"What's wrong? Is it too boring? Get well soon, and I'll take you out to play again."

"No, Zhiming with an unshaven beard doesn't look good. Give Yuezhi the handsome and refreshing Zhiming back. When you feel better, you will recover soon."

"Well, I'm still messing with your sight." Rong Zhiming fed the medicine spoon by spoon, the medicine was extremely bitter, and when he decocted the medicine, he lightly swallowed it, and the bitterness made his heart numb.

Shen Xiansi seemed to be drinking water, and drank it as usual.

Shen Xiansi has always known how to make Rong Zhiming feel more distressed.

After he finished drinking the medicine, Rong Chou obediently handed him a piece of candy.

...

Shen Xiansi's illness is sometimes mild and sometimes severe, but it is not completely cured, and it is even more difficult when winter comes.

Fortunately, Rong Zhiming's well-traveled master Jiji, the old man, came back again.

The white-haired old man Wu Ji, who looked like a benign and kind-hearted old fairy, fell in love with the doll who could wake up early in winter and pick up a small wooden sword and dance sword while he was treating illnesses.

He looked for someone, and Rong Chou ran over, calling sweetly, "Grandpa~"

"My dear grandson, do you think your father is amazing?"

Rong Chou nodded without hesitation.

"Daddy's martial arts was taught by grandpa, is grandpa better than daddy?"

"Ok!"

"Then my dear grandson, would you like to learn martial arts with grandpa?" The old man Wu Wu stroked his long beard.

Rong Chou blinked his big eyes and looked at him for a while, then said stickily: "Grandpa, did you teach uncle's medical skills as well?"

"Yes, you want to study medicine?"

"Chou Chou wants to learn both." Rong Chou looked determined, "Chou Chou wants to protect his family and heal his family!"

"Hehe, grandpa's good grandson is really amazing. It seems that grandpa will have someone to succeed him in a hundred years." The old man Wu Wu picked up the child, "But baby, follow grandpa to learn, and follow grandpa to leave and go everywhere. Only your realm can be broadened."

"Okay, but, Grandpa, let's wait for Dad to get better before leaving, shall we?"

"Good good."

...

When it was the coldest day, Shen Xiansi was finally healed, nestled under the quilt, turned his back to Rong Zhiming and refused to talk to him.

"Yuezhi, the plum blossoms in the yard are blooming..."

"Even if you bloom, I won't watch it." Shen Xiansi sniffled, "How can you agree, six or seven year old baby, you are willing, I am not willing!"