Yang Silan was so frightened that she didn't dare to cry.

Although Yang Haidong was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to say anything: "I know." ”

"Let's go back. Yang Haixia nodded, turned around and thanked Xia Zecheng, "Thanks to you today." ”

"Little things. Xia Zecheng smiled, "I was just passing by, and I happened to run into a person who couldn't see death without help." ”

"Come to my house and change your clothes. Yang Haixia invited.

He knew that Xia Xuecheng could be passing by, most likely, those people were already nearby, so they would keep an eye on it from time to time.

"Good. Xia Zecheng responded cheerfully.

"Brother Xia, Peach Creek's wheelchair. Someone next to him shouted.

Carambola looked over and saw that it was Yang Chenxi's father Yang Haiqing, who was the third in their room, so everyone called him Sanqing.

At this time, Yang Haiqing was also wet, and what she was pushing in front of her was the wheelchair she fell into the river.

"Thank you, Uncle Qing. Carambola Creek politely thanked him.

"You girl, if it weren't for you, Xiao Chen and Xiao Zhu would be dead, are you polite to your uncle?" Yang Haiqing glared at her unhappily, but his tone was very gentle.

This is what she should do as a sister. Yang Haixia answered on the side, "Take the child back quickly, take good care of it, don't be careless." ”

"Good. Yang Haiqing was also not polite and left with his son.

The other child, who was only three years old, was named Qian Xiaozhu, and was also sent home at this time.

And they dispersed.

Yang Haixia also took people back to Xintaimen and took his old military uniform for Xia Zecheng to change.

Carambola Creek also went back to her room.

By the time she changed her clothes, Cheng Cuijuan had already boiled the ginger soup.

The spicy ginger soup is also filled with some brown sugar, and when you pour it into a bowl, you will sweat a thin body.

"Get a good night's sleep, you'll be fine when you sweat, and I'll make a meal for you in a while." Cheng Cuijuan kept silent and didn't mention the matter by the river, but only gently comforted.

"Well, thank you, Aunt Juan. Carambola Creek wrapped the quilt tightly and lowered her head and hugged her knees.

"Taotao, what's wrong?" Cheng Cuijuan was about to leave with the empty bowl, when she saw the appearance of Carambola Creek, she hurriedly turned back, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked with concern.

"Aunt Juan, I don't understand, why did Auntie harm me. Carambola Creek asked sullenly.

"Perhaps, there is a misunderstanding, your aunt should not be such a ruthless person. Cheng Cuijuan looked at Carambola Creek, and the doubts in her heart began to waver again.

"What's the misunderstanding that is so cruel that it will kill me?"

Carambola Creek looked up, her eyes confused and sad.

"I don't remember where I offended her, on the contrary, when she was a child, when she first married into the family and was troubled by her grandmother, I often helped her, I ...... What did you do wrong......? Just because I don't have a mother, are they going to bully me one by one......"

"Don't think so, your mother is gone, isn't there still us? Your father and I won't let people bully you anymore. Cheng Cuijuan reached out and hugged Carambola Creek, patted her on the back and coaxed, feeling suspicious.

This girl's expression doesn't look like it's pretending, but her feelings are never wrong......

No, she has to find a way to let people test it.

If this girl really knows something, and can pretend to be like this, then it really can't be kept.

"Aunt Juan, it's good to have you. Carambola Xi resisted the urge to push people away, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and leaned against Cheng Cuijuan's side and said in a low voice.

"With us, don't be afraid, I'll go to Yang Silan and ask about it. Cheng Cuijuan assured softly, "Good, sleep well, there's nothing to do when you wake up." ”

"Hmm. Carambola couldn't stand being held like this by Cheng Cuijuan, so she took the opportunity to lie down.

Cheng Cuijuan carefully tucked the quilt for her and left with the bowl.

Carambola Creek watched the door close, and then let out a long breath and stretched her arm out of the quilt.

On his arm, there is already a layer of chicken feather bumps.