"This is, your niece?" The moment Zhang Minghua saw the girl, she immediately reacted to the last time Aunt Li said that she was going to treat her niece's face, which looked at the black hair on the girl's forehead, and understood that the girl was injured on her forehead.

"Yes, Cui Ling, call Aunt Jiang quickly." Aunt Li said.

The girl raised her head timidly, saw Zhang Minghua's kind face, and couldn't help but say, "Aunt Jiang is good." ”

The girl looked at Zhang Minghua and couldn't help but wonder, could she really cure her face?

"Hey, okay, let's go into the house." Zhang Minghua said, and invited the two of them into the house, shouting, "Xiaoyu, Aunt Li is here." ”

"Mother, I'll come." After Jiang Guyu packed all the jars of spring fragrance she made, she walked out and saw Li Cuiling standing next to Aunt Li.

"Aunt Li, is this your niece? Doesn't it look a few years old? Jiang Guyu asked with a smile, his eyes fell on the hair in front of his forehead, he was afraid that there was the place where he had fallen.

"Yes, this is Cui Ling, in terms of age, three years older than you." Aunt Li said, with worry in her eyes, her fourteen-year-old niece has always had low self-esteem because of the injury on her forehead.

Aunt Li looked at Jiang Guyu and said, "Xiaoyu, I know you have healed the scar on Yan Qiu's face, can you help my family Cuiling take a look?" Aunt Li said, pulling Li Cuiling forward.

"Okay, I'll take a look first." Jiang Guyu said, sat down on the stool next to Li Cuiling, and said, "Ugly words are ahead, I'll see if I'm sure I'm cured, if not......"

"It's okay, it's always an opportunity." Aunt Li shook her head and said, this time she didn't even tell her mother's family that she was treating Li Cuiling's forehead, but secretly sent a letter to Li Cuiling, afraid that if this was not cured, the people of her mother's family would not be too disappointed.

"Sister Cuiling, can you show me your injuries?" Jiang Guyu asked with a smile, her dark eyes were like a bright crescent moon on the horizon.

Li Cuiling looked at her aunt hesitantly, and when she saw Aunt Li's affirmative eyes, she turned her head and nodded, "Yes." ”

"Okay." Jiang Guyu gently brushed away the black hair on Li Cuiling's forehead, and when she saw the deep wound, she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

In other words, in the later generations, the wound with stitches, although obvious, but it is the length of such a line, if it is well maintained, it is not like now, it is like a dog gnawing, and the wound has not been well treated, and the black scar is very obvious.

Li Cuiling swallowed the discomfort in her heart and muttered: "Xiaoyu, it doesn't matter if my injury can't be healed, anyway, I'm used to it, it's a big deal, I'll be with my mother for a lifetime." ”

"How do you know if you can be cured if you don't try?" Jiang Guyu asked rhetorically, looking at Li Cuiling's inferiority complex, he couldn't help but comfort: "Actually, I think there is still hope." ”

"Really?" When Li Cuiling heard Jiang Guyu's words, her eyes suddenly sparkled and looked at Jiang Guyu, she looked shocked to the point of incredibility, and then laughed at herself: "Xiaoyu, don't comfort me, I'm afraid my injury won't get better, I shouldn't have come this time." ”

"Cui Ling." Aunt Li looked at Li Cuiling distressedly, her eyes fell on Jiang Guyu's body tightly, and asked, "Xiaoyu, I believe you, but what you just said is hopeful, is it true?" ”

Aunt Li looked at Jiang Guyu expectantly, not knowing how much she hoped that Jiang Guyu would give her a word of affirmation.

"Of course it's true, does Aunt Li look at me like a liar?" Jiang Guyu winked at her playfully, and said, "Actually, there is still a little hope, I believe that as long as Cui Ling does what I think, even if it is not complete, it can fade this scar." ”

"Really?" Aunt Li spoke excitedly.

Li Cuiling's previously dimmed gaze suddenly burst into a ray of hope and looked at Jiang Guyu, still with suspicion in her eyes, it was really Jiang Guyu's age, too young.

"Hee-hee." Jiang Guyu smiled, didn't rush to speak, just went back to the room and hugged half a jar of Yingchun Xianglu, and said: "Cuiling, I'll help you wipe it every afternoon, for half an hour at a time, what about you, every morning and evening, use this to wipe your face for half an hour, and after a few days, we'll see if it has any effect." ”

"What is this?" Aunt Li looked at the yellow and green paste-like thing, and couldn't help asking, the jar was opened, and the fragrance was fragrant, but it smelled good.

"This, Spring Fragrance Dew, I made it myself, Yan Qiu just wiped this, wiped it." Jiang Guyu said seriously, just looked at Li Cuiling and asked, "Cuiling, during this healing period, you can't eat anything black." ”

"Can't eat soy sauce?" Li Cuiling looked at the things in the jar and Jiang Guyu's confident appearance, and couldn't help but feel that there was really hope, and she was even more careful about this question.

"Yes." Jiang Guyu said, and immediately made a basin of water, first washed Li Cuiling's face, and then took the spring fragrance to wipe Li Cuiling's forehead, the yellow-green paste liquid rubbed on her forehead, and slowly melted away under Jiang Guyu's not light or heavy force.

Li Cuiling looked at Jiang Guyu curiously, she was a little shorter than her, her facial features were very beautiful, and she was also very temperamental, anyway, she didn't look like a girl from the countryside, looking at her serious appearance, as well as her decent movements, it made Li Cuiling's heart full of hope.

"In the future, when the forehead injury is healed, you can apply this all over the face, so that the skin on the face can also become better." Jiang Guyu said while rubbing Li Cuiling, as the time of half an hour was approaching, Jiang Guyu felt that his spirit was not very good.

When I rubbed Yan Qiu before, because the time was still short, I didn't feel anything, and I rubbed Li Cuiling at this time, how could I give her a very tired feeling.

"Okay, Cuiling, you can clean it up and take a look yourself." Jiang Guyu said, couldn't help wiping the sweat on his forehead, and was just about to go to the kitchen, when he saw Zhang Minghua come over with a basin of water, and said, "Xiaoyu, you can rest." ”

"Okay." Jiang Guyu didn't delay for half a minute, washed his hands, listened to Li Cuiling's novel voice, and said, "Auntie, look at my forehead, is it shallow?" ”

"yes, it seems to be really shallow, it's really effective." Aunt Li looked closely, and the black in the scar seemed to be much lighter.

"Xiaoyu, you're really too bad." Aunt Li wiped her tears excitedly, her mother's family had thought of many ways for the injury on Cuiling's forehead, but it was useless.

"Auntie, if it's really good, I must thank Xiaoyu again." Li Cuiling said excitedly, looking at Jiang Guyu with eagerness in her eyes.