On a cold night, my aunt took eleven-year-old Du Lingshi to the clinic in the community with the round and solid dust wind. Yang Yinghong www.biquge.info's family conditions are not good, so she can save money, so she doesn't take a taxi, and she doesn't have a car at home. If I had to say that there was a car, it would be a bicycle.

The street lights in the community are dim, and the real cold wind blows, which makes people feel eerie and frightening.

Although the dust wind is small, but the willpower is strong, he did not cry, but he was very uncomfortable, although he wore a lot of clothes, but he still felt cold, and kept shrinking into his aunt's arms, his face was still pale and ugly, and he was in a cold sweat.

Kid, is it still cold? Why is your face so ugly? Yang Yinghong said very worriedly. Although the dust wind did not make a sound, anyone would be able to see such an obvious situation.

Well・・・・・ dusty wind replied very hard and very uncomfortable.

Poor child, to suffer such a sin at such a young age. You hold on a little longer, and soon the clinic will be in place. Daughter, let's go faster.

Okay, Mom.

Doctor Yu, Doctor Yu, open the door, my child is very sick, please help me take a look. Yang Yinghong cried out.

It's coming, it's coming.

Doctor Yu's voice came. They are all old acquaintances, who doesn't have a disease in life, they naturally know each other.

It's such a cold day, what kind of illness, I have to come at this time. Doctor Yu covered his hands, shrunk back, and opened the door.

Doctor Yu, take a look, this kid is really worrying.

Okay, come in, I'll show you.

Doctor Yu took Chenfeng's pulse, and he gasped, his expression a little worried.

What's going on? Yang Yinghong asked nervously. I'm afraid that there will be some unacceptable bad news.

It's a bad situation, if this happens to an adult, it's fine, but it's just a five-year-old child, it's really pitiful.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Yinghong asked again.

High fever, chest tightness, difficulty breathing, malnutrition, and weakness lead to aggravation of high fever, and the body can't stand it. Did he suffer a major blow to his heart? Dr. Yu asked.

"Who says no, poor boy, he only has one and only mother, but he was crushed to death by a collapsed house last night." Saying this, Dust Sakura couldn't help crying.

"Child, mourn, my mother can't come back when she leaves, but you have to take care of your body, you are your mother's hard work, you are so heartbroken, your mother will be distressed and uneasy in the spirit of heaven, do you understand?" Doctor Yu comforted Chenfeng like this.

Hearing the word mother, even though the dust wind was strong, he couldn't help crying.

Doctor Yu, what can I do? This kid can't be fine.

What children need most now is the enlightenment and warmth of their hearts. These tasks require the careful care of your family, and of course, I will also prescribe some fever-reducing medicine for you to bring home.

Also, the child is very weak and needs to be replenished, otherwise it will be difficult for him to hold on.

Okay, thank you Dr. Yu.

"You wait, I'll go grab the medicine for you".

After a while, Dr. Yu came over with a few packets, and then gave instructions to tell Dust Yinghong how to take it.

"Thirteen dollars in total." Dr. Yu said.

Okay, thank you Dr. Yu, I'm sorry to disturb Dr. Yu so late.

"It's okay, as long as this kid is okay, my little hard work is not worth mentioning, hehe."

After prescribing medicine, Yang Yinghong took Du Lingshi back with Chenfeng in her arms.

When Dust Sakura went back, she boiled hot water and fed Dust Wind medicine.

Daughter, my brother will sleep with my mother tonight, you go back to your bed and sleep by yourself.

No, Mom, I'm going to sleep with you, I'm going to sleep with my brother, he likes to stick to me since he was a child, I think, he's so sad now, he's seriously ill, he must want me to be by his side. Is that right? Du Lingshi asked to the dust wind.

Dusty Wind was expressionless and nodded.

This night, all the things that Dusty Wind thought about were his mother, tears kept sliding down his cheeks, wetting the quilt, holding his little body with his little hands, that kind of discomfort was already beyond what a five-year-old child could bear, and he almost couldn't swallow his breath several times.

The day always sends away the hand of the night, and the next day soon arrives Yang Chenyinghong took good care of the dust wind, got up early in the morning to boil water and feed him medicine, and immediately cooked breakfast after feeding the medicine.

Lingshi, you come to feed your brother porridge, and your mother goes out to ask someone to handle your aunt's funeral, okay?

Okay, don't worry, Mom, I can take care of my brother.

Okay, Lingshi is the most well-behaved and sensible, and my mother is very relieved that you will do things. Okay, the porridge has been served, wait until it's colder before feeding, and be careful not to burn your brother.

Well.

Mom, will you come back later?

Mom also wanted to do this directly, but Mom couldn't help but come, my sister only had such a child, and her funeral needed Feng'er to be present, but it was really distressing to have such a child look like this. Yang Yinghong said very sadly.

Mom, don't be too upset.

Good boy, grown up, sensible, and knows how to comfort his mother. Hehe・・・・・.

Okay, mom is out, after you feed your brother, pack some clothes, we can't come back for the next two days, when you pack your things, don't forget to watch the wind, talk to him, don't let him be alone.

Okay, Mom.

After his mother left, he looked aura, and the lovely Du Lingshi took care of Chenfeng carefully, fed him porridge, and spoke to enlighten him. Although Chenfeng didn't say a word, Du Lingshi patiently comforted him and told him stories to distract him from his sad mood.

In fact, Du Lingshi can also understand Chenfeng's mood at the moment, because she has also lost her father and is heartbroken. So, as she spoke, she herself began to cry sadly.

She sat at the head of the bed, holding the hand of the dust wind, looking at the dust wind sleeping in the quilt, still pale and painful.

His high fever did not go away at all, but was more serious than yesterday, and Chenfeng was not only cold, but also had a splitting headache.

Sister, I'm uncomfortable. Although he didn't want to speak, the pain made him can't help but open his mouth to mourn.

Younger brother, Du Lingshi is just a little girl and doesn't know anything, but her distress is on her face.

When people are moved, or sad, they can't help but want to hold the people they care about and place their "feelings" and "feelings" on them.

Du Lingshi helped the dust wind up, wrapped him tightly with the quilt, and hugged him tightly.

Brother, are you feeling better? Du Lingshi asked in a low voice, her words full of love.

Hmmm...

When you go to see your mother, your sister is holding you like this, okay? Du Lingshi said with a smile.

Hmm... Dusty Wind subconsciously hummed. Mother's departure almost destroyed his consciousness, he is only seriously ill now, he did not cry to death, it is already a very strong performance, you know, such a young child, leaving his mother, it is equivalent to taking his fragile little life.