Listening to his sister's comfort, Wen Anhao's distress became more and more serious.

Obviously, it was all his fault, but no one ever resented him, even if it was to beat him or scold him, at least this would make him feel better.

But until now, no one has done this to him. The tolerance of his family made him even more sad and blamed himself.

Wen An'an, who was hiding in Wen Anhao's arms, felt his body shaking from time to time while sobbing, and reached out and gently patted his back.

When Wen Anhao said those few 'sorry', she understood, for the stupid second brother, she didn't dare to look her in the eyes, and for the stupid second brother, she didn't even have the courage to come forward and talk to her.

He was feeling guilty and let her go and left Tang Ran alone.

He was blaming himself for not being able to save her from Tang Ran's hands earlier.

However, he did not do all this, and he did not have to take all these responsibilities on himself. He's just a six or seven-year-old kid, and when he is in that situation, there's nothing wrong with his choices, and there's nothing wrong with what he's doing. What's more, Wen Anhao is much stronger than ordinary children, because in the end, he saved himself from that despair.

Thinking of this, Wen An'an looked at the other people again.

Perhaps, he is not the only one who blames himself.

Although they didn't say it, Wen An'an just knew the way, Wen Qing'an, Wen's family, and Wen Anze must have blamed themselves and felt guilty, and they didn't torture themselves with this thought all the time.

Wen Ando wanted to tell them out loud that they had done nothing wrong and that they should not punish themselves for the mistakes of others. But now she can't say anything. Nothing can be done.

But it doesn't matter, she'll use it later. Teach them this slowly.

Thinking of this, Wen Anan thought of Tang Ran again. That crazy, vicious woman. She is not the White Lotus of the Virgin, and she can't learn to repay grievances with virtue, let alone be tolerant of those who hurt her and her relatives.

Struggling to raise his head from Wen Anhao's arms, he asked in a dumb voice, "Bad guys?" Villain? ”

Listening to Wen An'an's question, Wen Qing'an touched her head comfortably, and said softly: "The bad guy is dead, and he will never hurt our An An again."

"Yes, Tang Ran's woman committed suicide, and An An will never be hurt again in the future"

Committed suicide? But since she and Wen Anhao escaped. Then what Tang Ran did must have been discovered. Thinking of this, Wen Anan was relieved.

There was no joy, no compassion, no pity, Wen Anan only felt that this was the retribution that Tang Ran deserved. No matter how miserable she was in the past, it couldn't be a reason to hurt her, and she Wen Anan didn't do anything to be sorry for Tang Ran, so she ended her life in this way. Not at all worthy of sympathy.

Just when Wen An'an was thinking nonsense, Wen also walked in with a glass of warm water.

After coming to Wen An'an, Wen picked up the soup spoon in the cup, scooped a spoonful of water and sent it to Wen An'an's mouth, and said with a smile: "Come." An An, drink the water."

Warm water rolls down the tip of the tongue into the throat, and every cell in the body cries out for more. Sucking desperately on the water from the spoon, after a while. A glass of water was drunk by Wen An'an.

Just when Wen Anan wanted to ask for more, Yang Guozhong came to the bedside with his fat. Then he handed the medicine bowl to Wen: "Feed the medicine now, otherwise it will be cold for a while, and the effect of the medicine will be much worse."

Looking at the black medicinal juice in front of him, Wen Anan's whole face wrinkled. Just by looking at it, she already knew how bitter the Dao would be.

Wen looked at her daughter's wrinkled little face, smiled and coaxed softly: "An An, after eating this, your body will be great, and An An will have strength, and when you have the strength, my mother will let my brothers take our An An out of the house to play, how about it?" ”

As if to confirm Wen's words, Wen Anze and Wen Anhao also stood aside and hurriedly nodded yes.

Wen Anan secretly rolled her eyes in her heart, is she a one-year-old child, and she still has to be coaxed to take medicine? Isn't it just taking medicine, is she still afraid of this bitterness? After the belly slander, Wen Anan seemed to open his mouth easily.

Wen Shi watched her daughter open her mouth with her eyes closed, afraid that she would regret it, and immediately sent the decoction in the spoon into her mouth.

It's so bitter, the bitter Wen An'an sat there trembling, and she would never take medicine again in the future.

Although thinking like this, Wen Anan still insisted on drinking the medicinal juice handed over by Wen.

Waiting for a bowl of soup and medicine to go down, Wen Qing'an took out the handkerchief next to him to wipe the corners of Wen An'an's mouth, and said, "After a while, I'll go find some candied fruit, and after An An finishes taking the medicine, give her a few."

"You don't need to look for it, there are a lot of them at home, and An An usually likes to eat these candied fruits or something, I'm afraid that her teeth will not be good, so I keep them. You'll get some when you get home."

"Actually, it doesn't have to be that much trouble"

Hearing Yang Guozhong say this, Wen Qing'an and Wen both turned their heads and looked at him strangely.

Smiled reluctantly, Wen Qingan frowned and asked Yang Guozhong: "Elder Yang, what do you mean, what do you mean that you don't have to be so troublesome?"

Yang Guozhong looked down at Wen An'an in his arms, and said with some embarrassment: "Tonight, observe again to see if An An will have a fever, if not, I will prescribe you a few more medicines tomorrow to recuperate, and you will be able to go home."

After listening to Yang Guozhong's words, the family was a little confused. After being silent for a while, Wen put down the bowl in his hand and said softly: "Old Yang, what are you kidding with us, even if An An has a fever, but her face is not yet"

"This"

"Wait a minute, Elder Yang"

Just as Yang Guozhong was about to speak, Wen Qingan suddenly interrupted him.

"Old Yang, the rest, you and our husband and wife go out and talk" Saying that, Wen Qing'an put Wen An'an on the bed, and then helped her cover the quilt, then made a gesture of invitation, and walked out with Yang Guozhong with Wen's family.

Looking at the figures of the adults walking out, Wen Anhao nervously turned his head to look at the eldest brother and said, "Brother, you say, will there be any accidents?" ”

Staring at the swaying door curtain, Wen Anze frowned deeply, pursed his lips and sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

After a while, I heard Wen's mournful crying outside.

When Wen An'an was about to fall asleep again, at the moment of losing consciousness, the premonition in his heart was indeed getting stronger and stronger.

When she woke up again, Wen and Wen Qing'an were already sitting next to her.

Seeing Wen An'an thinking about coming, Wen Qing'an stepped forward to pick her up, and said with a smile: "We An'an woke up, are you hungry?" Your mother cooked some porridge, let's eat some."

As he spoke, he touched Wen Shi, who was still in a daze next to him.

Being touched by Wen Qing'an like this, Wen also recovered from his stunned and turned his head to look at Wen Qing'an: "What? What did you say? ”

Wen Qing'an sighed and said, "An An woke up, aren't you hot porridge on the stove, bring it over and feed An An to eat."

Wen looked down at Wen An'an for a while, then called out "ah", and then hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

When Wen brought the porridge, Wen Qing'an took the bowl from her hand, and then handed Wen An'an to her carefully: "It's better for you to hold An An'an, just like you are in a trance, you will burn our girl again."

Wen nodded silently, and then sat on the edge of the bed with Wen An'an in his arms.

"Don't think too much, Elder Yang said that it can't be cured, it doesn't mean that others can't" Wen Qing'an said expressionlessly, while blowing the porridge in the spoon and sending it into Wen An'an's mouth.

"But if it is"

"An An is still here"

When Wen Qing'an mentioned Wen An'an, Wen also closed his mouth, but he lowered his head and rubbed Wen An'an's head with his cheek, softly, as if he was whispering softly.

Looking at Wen like this, Wen Qing'an also stared down at the white porridge in his hand and was stunned.

Yes, if, in case, if it really can't be cured, then An An's face will really be ruined. They An An is a girl, if she never gets better, it will be equivalent to ruining her life.

Listening to the conversation of Father Wen and Father Wen, and then looking at the stunned Father Wen, the thoughts in my heart became clearer and clearer.

Reaching out and touching his tightly bandaged cheek, Wen An'an's heart was cold.

What the hell is going on? was chased and killed by Tang Ran, a madman, who thought he would definitely die, but was later rescued; I thought I was going to die with a fever, but I miraculously survived. But now she is told that she may live with a scratched face for the rest of her life.

This is not modern, there are plastic surgery and surgery, even a leftover girl can live a wonderful life, this is a real ancient time, even if you get married one day late, the saliva around you can drown you.

Thinking of this, Wen Anan felt that the days ahead would become bleak.

For a while, no one spoke anymore.

After about a cup of tea, Wen Qing'an suddenly screamed "ah", then touched the bowl in his hand, and said regretfully: "The porridge is cold"

Wen took the bowl in Wen Qing'an's hand and was about to go to the kitchen to heat it up again, but as soon as he stood up, he heard Wen Qingan's voice sound: "When An An is better, let's go."

"Let's go, where are we going?" After asking his question, Wen sat back on the stool and waited for Wen Qing'an's answer.

After being silent for a while, Wen Qing'an finally raised his head, looked directly into Wen's eyes and said, "Go and treat An An"

Seeing that Wen didn't speak, Wen Qing'an continued: "Since Elder Yang said that he can't be cured, then let's find someone who can be cured until An An is cured."

"Have you figured it out?"

"Don't you think so?"

Looking at Wen Qing'an's gaze, Wen showed a faint smile: "Okay, since we have all decided so, then let's do it." But I think it's better to wait until after the beginning of spring, so that the children will not be offended, and we will take advantage of this time to clean up all the things at home."

After saying this big pile, Wen didn't wait for Wen Qing'an to continue speaking, stood up and walked out.

Retracting his gaze from a distance, Wen Qing'an lowered his head and gently touched Wen An'an's face full of gauze, and muttered: "An'an, Dad will definitely cure your face" (to be continued......)