However, when she really arrived at Lao Fan's house and quietly came to the door of the room, Yu Xiaolian's heart was full of joy, and she suddenly disappeared.

Not only was she not happy, but her eyes immediately became sour.

Lao Fan and Yijin were sitting in front of the bed, one sighing, and the other was carefully persuading.

Looking at Baliang on the bed again, he seemed to be awake, but he didn't say a word, staring blankly at the half-dilapidated, half-black beams.

In front of the edge of the bed is a square stool with a steaming bowl of laba congee, as well as three freshly boiled eggs and two salted duck eggs.

Yijin is still persuading, begging generally: "Eight taels, don't blame the eldest brother, and don't blame the father." We can't help it, if you really slaughter the second dragon, you'll be finished! How can the life of the two dragons be compared to your life? His life is cheap. Your life is more precious than him, more expensive than ordinary people. Otherwise, I wouldn't have opened the door for Daddy. Daddy just gave you a stick to save you. Eight taels, if you really don't want to talk, it's okay, nod slightly, okay? ”

However, the person on the bed did not nod, let alone speak.

At this time, Yu Xiaolian's tears were flowing.

Because she found that Baliang, who was lying on the bed, was crying, crying quietly.

He lay motionless in the quilt, leaving only his head, face and neck exposed, his chapped lips as pale as his face, without the slightest hint of blood.

There was no expression on his whole face, and he occasionally blinked his eyes because he wiped his tears for him, and when he slowly opened them, he was still staring blankly at the beams of the room.

Seeing it in her eyes, Yu Xiaolian coughed lightly, and then walked in with her legs raised.

Seeing Yu Xiaolian come in, Lao Fan stopped sighing, just stood up, and immediately turned his back, raised his half-wet sleeves, lowered his head and wiped his face.

Then, he looked up, turned around and smiled reluctantly, "Xiaolian is here." Come, come and sit. One catty, you move a stool for Xiaolian. ”

Looking at Lao Fan, whose eye sockets were deep-set, Yu Xiaolian knew: The night just passed, the father and son of the Lao Fan family, probably none of them had closed their eyes.

So, she hurriedly stepped forward and supported Lao Fan: "Uncle Fan, I don't sit, you sit." Big brother, don't move the stool. If I want to sit, I will sit on the edge of the bed. Oh, this is the soy milk and fritters I just bought. I've eaten it, you eat it now, while it's hot. ”

Actually, Yu Xiaolian didn't eat it.

She's not the kind of gluttonous girl, even though this soy milk fritters are actually very gluttonous to her.

Lao Fan saw the truth at a glance, so he took Yu Xiaolian's arm and told her to sit down, and sat on the edge of the bed: "What have you eaten?" There is not a trace of oil and water on the lips. One catty, you go and serve a plate, put the fritters on it, and eat it with Xiaolian. Xiaolian's mind, the old Fan family does not shirk, let's take it. ”

Listening to it in his ears, Yijin returned to his previous state, smiled at Yu Xiaolian honestly, and then left the room obediently.

It is worth mentioning that Yu Xiaolian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was not as generous as before, and only sat on half a small buttocks.

Why do you only sit on half a little butt? Because, she is afraid that her body is next to the person in the bed.

However, seeing the sadness in the house, Yu Xiaolian quickly became strong and quietly wiped away her tears, she actually said happily: "Uncle Fan, don't blame you for being reckless. I know that he just wants to vent his evil anger for the old Fan family. But don't worry, he doesn't eat or drink now, and he doesn't complain about the stick you gave him, but he hasn't recovered yet. You know, he's never done that. If it were me, it wouldn't be a month or two, and I wouldn't have been able to slow down—"

Listening to Yu Xiaolian's words, Lao Fan was a little comfortable: Alas, Xiaolian, this girl, everything is good, if you really want to marry into Lao Fan's family, she must be a good daughter-in-law! It's a pity that this girl didn't study, she was just willing to marry, and she might not be willing to marry.

Thinking like this, Yijin brought in the plate.

Lao Fan seemed to have suddenly changed his mind, hurriedly stood up, grabbed two fritters, and dragged a pound to go out: "Go, a pound, eat outside with Daddy." The old wine under the fritters, the taste is quite authentic, you accompany me to have a drink-"

Daddy's meaning is clearly to leave the room to Yu Xiaolian and Baliang, and probably hopes that Yu Xiaolian can persuade and persuade Baliang.

Yijin comprehended, immediately said hello to Yu Xiaolian, and followed Lao Fan out of the room.

When he went out, he didn't forget to carefully cover the door that couldn't be covered tightly: in his eyes and heart, this Yu Xiaolian was already a prospective brother and daughter-in-law!

It is also strange to say that after Lao Fan and Yijin went out, Yu Xiaolian found that Baliang's eyes were actually a little uncomfortable.

Such discomfort made her feel very happy.

Suddenly becoming generous, Yu Xiaolian moved her body and moved the other half of her little buttocks onto the edge of the bed.

Then, she leaned down, stepped forward, and asked with concern, "Brother Eight or Two, do you feel uncomfortable?" Does your head still hurt badly? If you don't dislike it, Xiaolian will give you a massage? ”

This said that he directly closed Baliang's eyes, but he still didn't speak.

Yu Xiaolian didn't know why, so she asked again: "Brother Eight or Liang, what do you mean, agree with me to give you a massage?" Then I'm really massaged—"

Who knows, she didn't say anything, but when she said it, she startled herself.

I saw that Baliang, who was still closing his eyes just now, suddenly changed to a different person, and actually "snorted" and got up from the bed half-sitting.

However, he seemed visibly dizzy.

Stretching out his right hand to support the bed, and then holding his head with his left hand, he looked even paler with his original pale face. After a moment, the arm that supported the bed trembled slightly, and it seemed that it couldn't hold it anymore.

Yu Xiaolian was startled, and hurriedly got up from the edge of the bed, stretched out her hands, and supported his two arms respectively: "You lie down quickly, can't I give you a massage?" Hurry up, be obedient. ”

Because, Yu Xiaolian understood: this guy closed his eyes just now and suddenly got up, just because he was afraid that he would really massage him.

Sure enough, after hearing the sound, Baliang lay down again very cooperatively.

Inadvertently, Yu Xiaolian also noticed that a layer of fine sweat had oozed from his forehead at some point.

Needless to say, this layer of fine sweat is either caused by the weakness of the body, or the weakness of the heart, or simply the deficiency of both the body and the mind.

Yu Xiaolian was secretly happy for a while: Whether you are weak in body or in heart, now in this room, only I, Yu Xiaolian, can take care of you. Whether you like it or not, I'll take care of it.

So, more than ten minutes later, an unexpected and warm scene appeared in the room:

Fan's strong neck was already wrapped around a towel.

Yu Xiaolian is holding the porridge bowl in one hand, pinching the spoon in the other, scooping a spoonful of gruel, blowing a few mouthfuls, it is estimated that her mouth is not hot, she leans over and sends it to the corner of her mouth that is still chapped, and feeds it carefully.

After eating the porridge, she put down the porridge bowl and spoon, picked up the egg with the shell peeled, pinched a small piece of fat-like egg white, handed it over with a smile, and fed it again.

And the boy on the bed seems to be very obedient, and the porridge comes to open his mouth, and the egg comes to open his mouth-

Actually, Yu Xiaolian is right, whether it is Fan Baliang or Fan Jianqiang, they have never experienced the Jedi counterattack that cut off the idea of survival, plus all kinds of energy consumption, and that stuffy stick, and the spirit and consciousness are temporarily in the recovery stage.

When only Yu Xiaolian was left in the room, he forced himself to be nervous.

After all, Fan Jianqiang knew that Yu Xiaolian, who was next to him, was still in the grass a few days ago at night, and he had to take a flashlight to shine on the girl's house.