Zhuo Cheng glanced around, it was an ordinary bungalow, which looked a little better than some other tiled houses in the village, but it still revealed an aura of poverty, and he couldn't help frowning.

This boy lives in this kind of place?

Somehow, Zhuo Cheng felt a sour feeling for no reason, followed behind Ye Qifei, and dragged his injured leg into the door.

Ye Changshu's main job is to do things on the construction site, although the time is not much, but there are still some external medicines at home, such as the bottle of safflower oil that Ye Qifei turned out from under the box.

The smell of safflower oil is very strong, let alone Zhuo Cheng, even Ye Qifei herself frowned, she is the same as Zhuo Cheng, where would it be her turn to sit in a small bungalow and rub safflower oil in the past.

Some of the rural development is good, and they have already built their own villas, but Ye Qifei here is estimated to be in the backward areas that need to be developed, and there are barren.

At most, the father and mother go to work to support the family's life, and it is somewhat difficult to provide for the two children to study, and it is estimated that it will be even more difficult if it were not for some reduction and exemption policies.

"You sit down, I'll give you the medicine. ”

Zhuo Cheng sat down, but still covered his nose and resisted a little: "What are you, it stinks, do you want to apply it to my feet?"

Ye Qifei was a little angry, but he still broke his ankle with one hand and said angrily: "If you don't paint it, you'll be scratched like this, you ...... yourself."

Ye Qifei's hand was held in the place where he was injured, and the wound was almost healing at a speed that was visible to her naked eye, Ye Qifei was afraid that he was wrong, so he wiped his eyes again.

When her hand left Zhuo Cheng's ankle, it stopped healing, but as soon as it touched it, it started again.

Zhuo Cheng suddenly smiled a little itchy: "Eh boy, you have already started to rub the medicine, why don't you feel the pain, a little itchy." ”

Ye Qifei turned over his ankle again with some suspicion, if it weren't for the fact that she saw Zhuo Cheng fall into the stinky ditch and be injured just now, she would have wondered if this piece of intact and white skin was really injured.

Don't...... Is it related to the inexplicable door in her mind? The few big characters she saw last time shouldn't be plain and unreasonable, as smart as Ye Qifei, she really thought of some ideas, and went to the house to rummage through the cabinets to find a small knife out.

It's a small utility knife that Ye Ningning uses every time he takes art class, and even some embroidery.

Ye Qifei gritted her teeth and made a cut in the palm of her hand with a utility knife, and the moment of pain made her gasp, and quickly covered it with her other hand. The pain was slowly lessening, and even disappearing little by little, and the opening that had just crossed the skin had completely healed.

There was only a trace of blood on his hand that was about to dried, otherwise Ye Qifei would really wonder if he was hallucinating.

Zhuo Cheng's leg just now was washed away by the rain on the way back, and the blood stains on the surface of the broken skin were restored very completely, so according to this...... What kind of reduction technique is this, it is clearly a Hua Tuo hand!

Ye Qifei gritted her teeth, put down Ye Ningning's small utility knife, and picked up the big one, she wanted to make sure that this reduction technique was effective every time.

Zhuo Cheng looked at his legs, and the shoes that only had one on the side, sighed and looked over, just wanted to speak, but was stunned by Ye Qifei's movements, subconsciously rushed over, and immediately hugged Ye Qifei from behind.

"Boy, let me tell you, you put down the knife first, don't think so much about it!"

Hearing that Ye Qifei didn't respond, Zhuo Cheng muttered to himself again: "What do you think, how old are you, you are still in school, and you will be a good seedling of the motherland in the future, what can't you say well? ”