The room in front of the room where she lived was occupied by her cousin Gu Minmin.

The two lower rooms on the right lived her and her cousin, and in the two lower rooms on the left, the old man chose one to live in.

In the main house lived were uncles and aunts, as well as cousin Gu Jiajie, each occupying a house.

In the small courtyard, there is a wealthy room for six people.

Gu Jin pulled the child in his hand into her room, pressed him to the bed and sat down, "You sit down for a while, I'll find the ointment." ”

Seeing An Mingji nodding obediently, she turned around and rummaged through the cabinets to find the black ointment.

After more than twenty years of memory, she didn't know where the black ointment was placed for a while.

In the hut, there was a bed painted red, with neat quilts folded on it, an old wardrobe standing in the corner, and a large chest, a small table, and two stools next to it.

But this is good in Qingshan Village, at least she can live alone, and she has these simple furniture of her own.

"Found it!"

Gu Jin pinched the round cloth black ointment found in his hand and walked towards An Mingji, who was sitting cramped and restless on the bed.

She said to the child, "Take off your clothes." ”

An Mingji pursed his lips and took off the tattered clothes on his body, revealing his thin body with pipa bones, as well as the scars on his body that had been beaten over time, which looked very terrifying.

Gu Jin clenched the black plaster in his hand, swept it towards the little wolf cub covered with terrifying scars, and his dark eyes darkened.

Being stared at by her like this, An Mingji lowered his head and trembled uneasily.

Gu Jin saw all this, she restrained the anger on her body, squatted down and pasted the black plaster to the more seriously injured part of An Mingji's body.

"Hmm!"

When the injury is severe, the child can't help but make a sound.

When Gu Jin heard this, he lightened the movements in his hands.

Glancing at the dirty and shabby clothes that were put aside by An Mingji, Gu Jin got up and walked to the wardrobe.

Find out what little clothes she wore a few years ago.

"Xiao An, these are my clothes from the first two years, they are all washed, you change them. ”

An Mingji raised his head and looked at the clothes delivered to him, a green dress that had been washed white.

He stretched out his dirty little hand to take the garment.

Just as his hand was about to touch his clothes, he found that his hands were dirty, stained with dirt and a faint stain of blood, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Seeing this scene, Gu Jin also knew that children were afraid of dirty clothes.

She sighed softly, put her clothes aside, turned around and picked up the enamel basin on the basin shelf in the corner and walked out of the house.

An Mingji raised his head and saw the back of Gu Jin leaving, and couldn't help but redden.

Is this disliked?

He reached out and rubbed his sour eyes.

I've long been used to it, and there's nothing to be disappointed about.

An Mingji got up from the bed, picked up the dirty clothes he took off on the side, and when he saw the clean clothes that were set aside, a flash of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

After his father died, his mother ran away with someone, and after his grandmother died, he never wore clean clothes again.

An Mingji's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and took his eyes off the clean clothes, and took the dirty clothes in his hand and was about to put them on his body.

"Eh, don't wear these clothes if they're dirty, wash and wear clean clothes on the side. ”

Gu Jin carried the clean water from the well outside, walked into the house, and saw that the child was wearing dirty clothes, and hurriedly stopped him.