doting queen

Now the weather is cold, and there are not many prey on the mountain. Solemnly, he thought about getting some more prey to go back to the town to exchange money for some new clothes for his heart. He kept busy until evening. Packed to the brim.

Well, make a gourd skewer for Xiaogan.

Unexpectedly, just after entering the village, the old woman who lived next door leaned on crutches and said, "Sheng Yan, you will go and have a look soon, your daughter-in-law is being bullied, tied to a tree for a day, she is about to be cut to death gone."

Upon hearing this solemnly, he grabbed a rabbit and gave it to the old woman, and ran home quickly. As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the person he loved on the tip of his heart was tied to a tree. There is a red and swollen palm mark on the cheek, and the head hangs down, looking sickly.

He rushed up and tore off the cloth from the young master's mouth, put the person down, pinched his fingers on the young master's body, "Nuo Nuo?"

The young master was tied up for a whole day, without food or drink, and was blown against the wind. He was weak, unable to bear it, and had been unconscious for half an hour.

After a while, he opened his eyes, his vision was hazy and he couldn't see who it was, thinking that Fugui was coming to beat him again, but like a wounded deer, he struggled in terror, "Don't eat, I don't want to eat... …vomit!"

Before he finished speaking, the person began to vomit, mouthfuls were full of dirt and blood, if it wasn't for the air in the nose, it would be no different from death.

But Zhuang Yan's heart ached so much that he followed the young master's back and softly comforted him: "Hey, don't be afraid, it's my brother who's back."

"Brother?" The young master coughed and raised his head. This time he saw clearly, the fear in his eyes faded away one by one, and only tears were shed from his aggrieved eyes. He said out of breath, "Woo...why do you... ...how did you come back?"

Zhuang Yan hugged him and walked out the door. Feeling annoyed and guilty, he blamed himself, "It's my brother's fault. My brother came back late. My brother took you to the doctor. The pain will be gone soon, be good!"

When he was being bullied, the young master didn't shed any tears, he held back tightly, and when he saw Zhuang Yan, all the grievances came up, and he put his fingers on his belly, "There is dirt in it...it hurts so much, I'm going to die... "

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, you won't die." Zhuang Yan walked like flying and carried him to the home of an old doctor in the village. Since ancient times, there have been miracle doctors among the people. Although this old doctor is barefoot, he has the spirit of Shennong to taste all kinds of herbs. rule.

The old Chinese doctor came over to look at the young master, and quickly said, "Why did you make it like this, put it down quickly and rub his stomach." Then he hurriedly went to the medical cabinet to get the medicine, "If you come later, I'm afraid the person will be gone." .”

Zhuang Yan put the man on the bed, afraid of choking him, and put the quilt under it, "My dear, does your stomach hurt? Brother, can I rub it for you?"

The young master shook his head and nodded again. Hearing the words of the old Chinese doctor, his face became even more ugly. He was afraid of death, and there would be nothing left after death.

His mother died in the medical center, the doctor gave him a few sips of decoction, before the mother finished what she wanted to say, before the tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes, she let go of the young master's hand, and died.

For a while, the young master always felt that if she hadn't entered the medical clinic, her mother would still be able to sing the new songs from Jiangnan as before.

All of a sudden, the little young master had cramps in his stomach, and cold sweat only came out. He trembled and retched a few times, tightly holding on to Zhuang Yan's hand, always feeling that he was going to die, and afraid that he would be like his mother. Before he finished speaking, he left, "If I die... don't tell others to be careful, okay?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you'll be fine when the medicine comes." Zhuang Yan gently wiped his mouth and rubbed his belly, "If you die, my heart will die, and I won't be able to live, are you Do you know my fate?"

The young master's eyes were red, and he didn't want to lie on the bed anymore. He stretched out his arms to hug Zhuang Yan's waist, curled up in his arms, and said in a low voice, "You don't want to die, it's too painful to die."

Covering him solemnly with clothes, pamperingly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, hooked his fingers, "Look, our lives are tied together."