Ah Jiu left the inner room and was about to walk towards the door, but suddenly saw a drop-shaped stone on the table, her toes turned flexibly, her body deviated slightly, and the palm of her hand fell into her purse.

Aunt Song was lying on the bed, staring at the roof with her eyes a little straight, and after a long time, she rolled her eyes and looked at the little girl with her mouth closed one by one. This little girl looks young, but fourteen or fifteen years old, her eyes are full of joy can't be hidden, and her expression is sincere concern when she looks at herself.

Aunt Song thought about it hard, her thinking was still a little slow at the moment, she always felt that her brain was buzzing together, and the fragments of memory were mixed together, she saw the scene of her marriage in a red wedding dress for a while, and saw her childhood self jumping and frolicking in the garden for a while, and she saw herself crying alone in the mirror with her woman's hair coiled for a while.

However, in these scattered memories, there is no little girl in front of her, and the room as far as the eye can see is so unfamiliar.

She stared at Qingmei again, looking at Qingmei's non-stop mouth, and finally some voices came from her ears, "The slave will go to burn incense tomorrow, thank you Bodhisattva for bless your aunt!" But I want to thank Grandma, ah no, it's Mrs. Shizi now! But the most important thing to thank the slave and maid is the aunt, aunt, you didn't leave the slave and maid, it's really good! In the past few days, the slave and maid have been terrified day by day, lest the aunt just leave the slave and the maid and leave! ”

Qingmei chattered endlessly to help Aunt Song wipe her body, and said it over and over again, as if she hadn't opened her mouth for many years, and suddenly she had the opportunity to speak, and she opened the conversation box.

Aunt Song's body almost didn't have any sensation, no matter how Qingmei moved, she couldn't feel it, because she couldn't use her strength, Qingmei had to lift her legs and wipe it, and she was tired and sweating profusely after a while.

Song's lips moved slightly, but all he could say was 'uh...' in his throat.

"Auntie? What do you need? Qingmei immediately raised her head when she heard the movement, and saw that Aunt Song was looking at her, she hurriedly and carefully put down the leg that was wiping Aunt Song, and stepped forward, "Do you want to drink water?" The porridge is just hot, but it's hot, wait for it to cool down and use it again! Sister Ah Jiu went to the doctor, and when the doctor came to prescribe some medicine to her aunt, her aunt will be fine after use! ”

Qingmei nodded firmly and vigorously, as if she was afraid that Aunt Song would not believe her.

Song's heart warmed, only to feel that his stiff face suddenly had some feelings, and the corners of his lips moved invisibly.

Ah Jiu moved quickly, and invited Doctor Fang from the capital and Rentang. This Doctor Fang was about thirty years old, with an ordinary face and a faint smile on his face, but it was this smile that made his not surprising facial features more ordinary, and he could not be found in the crowd.

Doctor Fang was also accustomed to diagnosing the Song family's pulse before, and Qingmei was naturally familiar with him, so she hurriedly said respectfully, "Mr. Fang, you are here!" ”

said that he neatly took out Aunt Song's wrist from the quilt and covered it with a handkerchief.

Doctor Fang said a few words of greeting and began to diagnose the pulse.

Soon, Doctor Fang withdrew his hand, looked at Aunt Song's face, and said, "You may hear me talking?"

Aunt Song wanted to nod when she heard this, but her neck was stiff and she couldn't move at all, so she had to blink her eyes, and a 'hoho' sound came out of her throat.