In the middle of the night, Xu Ne was woken up by hunger, he did not alarm the sleeping Xu Xiang, and groped up alone to find food.

After getting off the kang, Xune felt that her stomach was suffocated by urine, and her sleepy eyes were hazy, and she opened the door and touched the thatched house.

After he left the house, Xu Xiang opened his eyes.

Around the eyes, there was a faint white mist, and the ears shook a few times imperceptibly.

At this time, the moonlight in the courtyard was very bright, and he could see the road clearly, but Xune was still half-asleep and half-awake, and he didn't notice that at the moment when he pushed open the door of the house, a figure quickly hid into the shadows.

It was not until he came out of the hut and closed the door that the figure came out of the shadows, stood in the courtyard for a few more moments, and then climbed over the heightened wall and walked out into the field in the distance.

When Xu Ne entered the house, Mrs. Xun yawned, fumbled and pulled the light switch, but the electricity was out.

Although the moonlight is very bright outside, the house still needs to be lit to find things.

The old lady went down to the ground in her clothes, lit the kerosene lamp on the table by the moonlight, and asked outside, "Is Neva hungry?" ”

"Take your own buns." Shune replied, and had moved a small stool, climbed up to the stool, and took the bun on the table.

The old lady went to the west with a kerosene lamp, and Xu Ne had already touched half of the bun and was gnawing on it.

"It's too dry to eat just the steamed buns, and grandma will make you some fried noodles." The old lady took a bowl from the counter table, took out a small noodle bag from the noodle jar under the board, and returned to the east room with a kerosene lamp.

Put the bowl on the table, take out a small aluminum spoon from the small noodle bag, scoop a little fried white noodles into the bowl, and soak the fried noodles with the water in the thermos flask.

Xu Nie nibbled on the bun and drank the batter at the same time.

When Xu Nie first came to the house, Mrs. Xun always had steamed noodles or fried noodles to prepare, which was milk powder, and she was soaked into a paste for him to drink at any time.

Because of the ashes scattered by Zhang Huiling, Qiao Yishui's injuries were worse, and the acting doctor couldn't deal with it, so Qiao Yishui had to go to the commune hospital for hospitalization.

The commune hospital is not much better than the health station in Xujiapu, and the disinfection is also with alcohol and purple potion, but the commune hospital has more alcohol and purple potion than Xujiapu.

The one who treated Qiao Yishui's wound was the old nurse who was about to retire.

The old nurse lifted the quilt on Qiao Yishui's body, and before Qiao Yishui could cover his son and grandson, the person had already been carried by the old nurse to the long pool in the water room.

Even though there was cinder ash all over his body, the cold pool of water was so cold that he shivered like chaff, and there was a "sizzling" sound between his teeth.

There is a drain faucet above the pool, one of which has a water pipe on it.

The old nurse picked up the water pipe, unscrewed the faucet, and began to spray at Qiao Yishui, and the cool water sprayed onto her body, and Qiao Yishui instantly screamed "Wow".

The old nurse's big fat hand slapped down, and the scream immediately turned into a low hum of "uh-huh".

The old nurse meticulously cleaned up the ashes on Qiao Yishui's body, pulled his arms all at once, lifted his legs all at once, between his hair, between his fingers, between his toes, and even Sun Ziyuan, who was soiled by cinder ashes, turned over his foreskin and rinsed him, and his asshole was never exposed.

When the cinder ashes on his body were washed away, Qiao Yishui, who was naked, was so frozen that he forgot his shame.

In the eyes of the old nurse, it didn't matter whether men or women were men, she didn't even use a cart, her face was expressionless, she picked up the slippery Qiao Yishui, and walked quickly into the operating room not far away.

Qiao Yishui was lying on a bench, the old nurse held Qiao Yishui with one hand, held a towel in the other hand, and scrubbed Qiao Yishui's body vigorously, washing a place and changing a place, washing and changing sides, it seemed that she was not washing a big living person, but a lifeless wooden stick.

After changing five or six basins of alcohol, the purple potion on Qiao Yishui's body was washed clean and restored to its original appearance.

Because when his body was sprinkled with slag, he kept rolling naked, and some of the unburned and relatively hard cinders were embedded in his flesh and skin, and at this time, he looked like a Dalmatian dog that had been decapitated by boiling water.

The old nurse carried him into the ward, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt and went out.

I was finally able to lie on the bed and rest peacefully, although my whole body was in pain, but after this toss, Qiao Yishui was already exhausted and fell asleep in a daze.

In his sleep, thousands of ants crawled on him, gnawing at his skin, and each ant had a human face.

There was an ant with a face like Zhang Huiling, whose head was getting bigger and bigger, and walked towards him with a gentle smile, and just as he reached out to touch the face, the face suddenly became fierce, and opened its mouth full of fangs, and pointed it at him.

"Ahh

Qiao Yishui sat up abruptly in pain, but because one arm was pressed by the old nurse on the edge of the bed, he fell back to the bed with a "grunt".

"If you're so dishonest, I'll just tie you up."

The old nurse fixed one of Qiao Yishui's arms with one hand, and with the other hand, she used a scalpel to remove the cinders he had embedded in the meat, cleaned up one place, and wiped it with alcohol.

When the cinders were cleaned up, the old nurse wiped the sweat on her face and let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, Qiao Yishui shrank on the bed, his whole body was twitching, and his muscles were tight and sore.

This is not the end, the old nurse rested for a while, turned Qiao Yishui on the bed, quickly injected an anti-inflammatory injection on his buttocks, and applied a layer of purple potion to him with her hands and feet as if she were applying seasoning to a fish to be roasted.

After wiping one side and turning it over, the dosage is much more generous than that of Dr. Dai, and now, Qiao Yishui has turned back into a genuine purple doll.

In the middle of the night, Qiao Yishui had a high fever and kept talking nonsense, and in his dream, Zhang Huiling's family pestered him again.

Xu Xiangyang walked towards him from a distance with a corn stalk, he ran and ran, ran and ran, but no matter how fast he ran, Xu Xiangyang followed him closely, and the distance was not getting farther and farther, but getting closer and closer.

Just when he saw a fork in the road and was about to turn around, the old lady Xun came from the fork in the road, holding a bundle of corn stalks in her hand, and there was a fire burning on the pins, and the flames reflected the old lady's face like a ghost.

Suddenly, the flame seemed to have wings of its own, and it swooped down on his body, and his clothes were burned, and his head was burned, and he rolled on the ground and screamed.

The shouting attracted a man with a basin in his hand and a smile coming towards him.

"Hui Ling, Hui Ling, help me, quickly pour the water from your basin and put out the fire."

"Hahahaha, how do you know it's water."

"It's not water, so what could it be?"

"Hahahaha, if you say it's water, that's water, I'll pour it on your fire."

"Ahh

"Hahaha, oil, add fuel to the fire, hahaha......"

[bookid=2827920,bookname="Crossing My Heart"]

Introduction: In his previous life, his parents and brother doted on him.

In this life, my father and brother doted unconditionally.

Congenital deficiencies can be changed, and ugliness is not a problem, although we don't have a golden finger, but we can't rely on the doting of relatives and be willing to be a waste of firewood, otherwise we will not waste the precious resources of the reborn daughter.

Let's see how we cross the woman to create happiness in two lives.