But now the country is in an important period of reform, and the enemy on the outside is eyeing it, but on the inside it is as fragile as a newborn baby. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As a Chinese, he understands better than anyone else the truth that only by protecting everyone can he protect a small family.

"But I need you too!" Zhang Yi knelt on the bed and looked at him very seriously.

"It's really my good son, and I miss you so much!" Zhang Qing didn't understand the deep meaning and verbal hints in his son's eyes at all.

After eating, he still left.

The scientific research task is too heavy, if Wen Mu hadn't been cornered yesterday, he wouldn't have dared to call him casually.

It takes several transfers before the handset reaches him.

After Zhang Qing left, Zhang Yi stopped laughing.

No matter what Ji Mu said to him, apologized or scolded him, he was all with a paralyzed face.

She once thought that her son's facial nerve had failed, and even thought about taking him to the hospital for a check-up.

Although I haven't seen that scene again, Uncle Zhang downstairs becomes more flattering every time he sees him.

Yes, it's flattery.

In this era, it is still eighteen floors that can make him roll back from heaven to hell in minutes.

Later, the interval between Zhang Qing's homes became longer and longer.

I don't know if they think Zhang Yi is young and forgetful, or they can't help themselves.

Wen Mu is getting more and more fond of dressing up, and staying outside for longer and longer.

Zhang Yi didn't want to say it, and he didn't bother to say it.

Only a few times when Zhang Qing came back occasionally, Wen Mu was dressed relatively plainly, and he didn't apply grease and powder.

It's not that there are no rumors around, it's just that Zhang Qing can't hear it, and he, as a son, can only hear it.

Until he was nine years old, that is, last year.

The house was suddenly seized and the father was sent down.

Zhang Yi resolutely followed him here, and as for Wen Mu, it is said that he was also decentralized.

But in the end, neither father nor son knew where it would be delegated.

They don't come in batches, she's in the back.

This year, he had a very happy life.

I am with my dad every day, and I have good friends, I can play and read together.

It's not like in the capital, what you do every day is a person.

He doesn't like to talk to people, and he even hates anyone's touch.

Including Wen Mu, he is becoming more and more clean, and anyone who touches him will be nauseous and nauseous, and vomit yellow bile water.

Except for Zhang Qing!

And now, he is healthy and can cuddle anyone if he wants.

But today, it seems like he's back to three years ago.

Although he didn't want to believe it, the disgusting feeling in his heart couldn't get rid of it.

On the way back, he was already very restrained, so he didn't let Tian Cheng notice.

And the arm he had scratched was full of red rashes at this time.

He was sick, and it was serious, and his brain was getting heavier and heavier.

After Zhang Qing went to Tian's house, he said that Zhang Yi was sick.

Xi'er hurriedly boiled a pot of vegetable porridge and served it in a bowl.

By this time, he had fallen into a semi-comatose state, and the rash on his body had spread from his arm to his whole body.

The last time it was so serious was three years ago.

It was the night after Zhang Qing left, he locked himself in his room for a week.

No matter how much Mu shouted or cried, he didn't open the door, just asked her to leave water and food at the door every day.

When he was a little more sober, he moved out and brought in the jug and food.

A week later, the rash suddenly magically disappeared.

Since then, no one has been allowed to touch it, except for Zhang Qing.

"Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi ......" Xi'er looked at the dark house and shouted several times but no one answered.

Take out a match from the space and light the kerosene lamp in the house.

When I entered the house, I saw him like a steamed shrimp, curled up in a ball and curled up in a corner of the kang.

Xi'er's eyes couldn't help but sour, "Why are you so sick all of a sudden?" ”

Quickly put the porridge on the table and took the basin and towel.

Filled with a basin full of cold earth spirit spring water, undiluted.

Gently turn him over, lie flat on the bed, and untie his shirt.

Soak a towel and place it on your forehead to cool down.

I took a new towel from the space and helped him wipe his body little by little.

She watched the rashes on his body pop up layer after layer, and if it weren't for his good psychological quality, he would definitely be scared to death.

Zhang Yi's mouth kept shouting something, very hard, but he couldn't make any sound.

His face was flushed, and Xi'er didn't know what he had been through.

But something unpleasant must have happened in this child's childhood, otherwise there would not have been such a pathology.

"Zhang Yi, I'm Xi'er, don't be afraid, I'm here....." Xi'er didn't know what to do, but found that when she whispered in his ear, she hoped that the pain would be slightly lessened.

Xi'er unbuttoned all his clothes and sang a song while wiping his body.

Sing whatever comes to mind, pop songs, children's songs, revolutionary marches......

Zhang Qing hurried back after eating, he didn't expect his son to be so sick!

But he didn't dare to approach at all, as soon as Zhang Yi felt the strange breath, the rash on his body immediately began to worsen.

Stacked piece by piece at a naked eye speed, it was like a carapace growing on its body, nothing but pink.

Zhang Qing's face turned blue with fright, and he hurriedly gave up his position to Gu Liya.

But Xi'er stopped everyone from approaching, "Don't come here, he has a heart disease, he is afraid of your contact." ”

Sure enough, when they retreated to the door, Xi'er wiped it with spiritual spring water little by little.

Seeing that the rash began to slowly fade at the speed of the naked eye, they believed Xi'er's words.

But why was Xi'er closer?

Zhang Qing and Gu Liya couldn't understand it, but at this time, she was the only one who could take care of Zhang Yi.

When they quit and closed the door, Xi'er started chatting with him again, singing to him.

"Zhang Yi, I'm Xi'er. The room is empty, they're all out, can you hear me? When asked this, tears began to fall from the corners of Zhang Yi's eyes.

But the person was still unconscious.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one dares to bully you! I'll beat him out with a big stick and break his dog's leg, okay? Wake up quickly, I'll help you beat him, and beat him all over the ground to find teeth......" chattered, and Xi'er didn't understand what she said.

Fortunately, he finally quieted down, and his expression began to soothe.

I don't know when, he actually grabbed Xi'er's hand, and he couldn't break free.

After a little struggle, his face became anxious.

In the middle of the night, the rash on his body finally subsided, and the high fever also subsided.

The man began to fall asleep, breathing long and evenly, indicating that he was no longer unconscious.

Xi'er was also tired and paralyzed, because her hands were constantly being grabbed and she couldn't move.

One hand should be constantly changed with water, wipe his body, and change the towel on his forehead.

Anyway, the kang was big enough, so she simply put the basin on the bedside table, and the person climbed into bed.

Push him inside and lean himself against the covers.

When she fell asleep, Xi'er also forgot.

When she woke up, she was lying flat on the kang with a blanket on her stomach, which was colder in the morning and evening.

Turning his head, Zhang Yi was looking at himself with a pair of big watery eyes.

Cat Niuer said

Hehe, today's fifth watch, there is no broken promise~~