"Tied." The elder raised his voice by another decibel, and the voice echoed in the ancestral hall, and dozens of muscles began to rush towards Luo Zhaoyang with the sound of these two words.

But when they looked at Luo Zhaoyang's gauze wrap and his arm was still on the fixed bracket, they didn't know how to start, and just when they were still thinking about how to make a move, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

Hearing this, Luo Zhaoyang and Barra immediately exited the door, and when they saw a medical staff in a white chemical protective suit and heavily armed soldiers appear in front of them, they looked at each other and smiled.

"So you're all here, I thought all the villagers were sick?" A doctor with a thief walked over and shook Barra's hand excitedly, while inside his helmet, two brows were throbbing with excitement.

"Thank you to the government for coming." Barak looked back at the patriarch, at the elders on the twelve seats.

"No thanks, this is what we should do." The doctor responded to Barra's words and continued: "I am Song Zibo, the director of the prevention and control center, I want to know what happened in the past two days, two days ago we found that the patient's condition had worsened through monitoring, and this morning we found that the situation has improved, what did you do?" Song Zibo, director of the Prevention and Control Center, felt a little unbelievable about such a quick and effective change.

This time the plague is highly contagious, the speed of lesions is fast, although the doctors they sent in have done their best to protect themselves, but still none of them can be spared, and they never thought that this disease that made them helpless would let them solve it by themselves, and now such a case will be recorded in the file, and the solution will naturally become what he wants to know the most.

"Speaking of this, I really want to thank ......" Before Luo Zhaoyang could say these three words, Luo Zhaoyang gave Bara a look, looking at Luo Zhaoyang's somewhat embarrassed look, Bala changed the words, and then said: "I want to thank our government for always providing them with drug support, providing us with everything in our most difficult time, so that they can get through this difficult time." ”

"No, I'm wondering what medicine you're taking, do you have any secret recipes?" Interrupting Barra's words, although he was also used to listening to official speeches, Barra also used the same words to deal with him, and he was really a little anxious.

"I don't know about this one, this is the patriarch and elder of our Bazhai, if you have anything to know, you'd better go to them, I'm not a spokesperson, it's inconvenient to speak.

Barra pointed to the chieftain and them, and when he looked back at Luo Zhaoyang, he found that he was dragging his wounded body limping towards the mountain, as if he was not interested in everything here.

Listening to Bala's introduction, Song Zibo, the director of prevention and control, immediately shifted the target and walked towards the patriarch quickly, instantly forgetting Bala.

The muscular men who stood there looked at the heavily armed soldiers, and they retreated to the side of the elders and patriarchs, so as not to be disrespectful to the patriarchs and elders, for the orders just given by the elders, they could no longer carry them out, after all, their fists were as fast as other people's bullets.

On the sloping mountain road, Luo Zhaoyang bent over, his steps were getting slower and slower, behind him, Bala and Yinling followed quietly, they neither dared to step forward to help, nor did they dare to say a word, they just watched quietly from behind, because at this moment they really didn't know how to speak, they didn't know what to say.

And just when they were still thinking about Bala looking for something to break the silence, Luo Zhaoyang suddenly stopped, supported his waist with one hand, gasped for breath, looked at Bala, and then looked at Yinling, and then said: "You ......, you are watching like this, haven't you thought about helping me?" ”

"Am I not afraid that you will not be willing? We actually ......"

Before Bala finished speaking, Luo Zhaoyang's feet were weak, and the person sat down, the injuries on his body and the half of his body that had just been buried passed through the slope of this road, he was no longer able to support it, he had to stop and catch his breath, he originally thought that he could ask the patriarch for an explanation and help Bala get justice, but he never thought that there would be no reasonable people in the entire Bazhai except for Bala, and it was with such a disappointed heart that Luo Zhaoyang felt even more tired, and at this moment he wanted to sleep well, Relax and relax his body and mind.

Seeing Luo Zhaoyang's fall, Bala panicked all of a sudden, he immediately rushed up, and said while leaning down: "You are as stubborn as Yinling, you can't walk anymore and are still holding on, is it so difficult to say a word?" ”

"Abba, why did you get on me again?" Yinling took two steps forward, and while helping to support Luo Zhaoyang's back on the bara, she puffed out her cheeks and said, and her unhappy face was a little more cute.

Luo Zhaoyang was lying on Bala's broad back, which made him feel different at the moment, so that this person who had never loved his father was deeply infected and deeply moved, and when his hot tears and wine fell on Bala's shoulder, the corners of Bala's mouth showed a smile.

Luo Zhaoyang on his back didn't seem to have much pressure on Bala, walking on this quiet road leading to the mountain, his steps seemed steady, and the silver bell that followed behind seemed to be ready to protect him, and a warm hand gently supported his back.

"Bara, can I call you Abba?" Luo Zhaoyang looked at the bent Bara under him, and he pleaded in a low voice.

In his past 20 years of life, his grandfather is his only relative, a figure like his father, this kind of title has never been shouted, let alone experienced such a deep concern, if he really can, he hopes that this road has no end, so that a feeling will never disappear.

"Can Abba shout? Don't try to make me cheap. Before Bara could say yes or no, Yinling, who followed behind, immediately raised an objection, and as soon as she finished speaking, her palm immediately slapped Luo Zhaoyang's back to show a punishment for Luo Zhaoyang's wishful thinking.

Although Yinling disagreed, her gentle pat made Luo Zhaoyang feel that her attitude towards herself had changed, at least she was no longer as ruthless as she was when she waved her hand yesterday morning.

"I don't mind this, one more person shouts, then I will have one more son, I have earned it." Although Yinling has an opposing opinion, and he has not known Luo Zhaoyang for a long time, but Bara is happy to accept Luo Zhaoyang's request, after all, he has a good impression of Luo Zhaoyang, after experiencing these things, he saw that Luo Zhaoyang's character is good, and he is satisfied to have such a son.

"Abba, don't you want my daughter now?"

"How is it possible, you are the pearl of Abba's palm, how can it not be."

"It's not that I robbed you now, even this one is jealous, don't worry, when you get married in the future, I will help you take care of your father." Luo Zhaoyang looked back at the unhappy silver bell, and he said with a smile.

"Don't think about robbing me, I won't marry in the future, I don't want to guard my Abba." Yinling ran to the front, and said very seriously as he walked back, his two shining eyes made Luo Zhaoyang feel more and more cute about her.

Bala looked at his lovely daughter, who had grown up, and he just smiled, shook his head and said in disbelief, "When you find someone you like, you won't say that." ”

"I like my Abba, and I'm going to stay by my Abba's side." Silver Bell turned and ran ahead happily, her voice echoing through the lush woods.

Although the mountain is steep and the road is long, it is a kind of enjoyment for Bala and Luo Zhaoyang, and his happiness at the moment is beyond the comprehension of others, and the relationship between them is also strengthened with the rise of this mountain road.

Looking at the gate of the garden surrounded by the fence, Luo Zhaoyang had a feeling of coming home, although he had lived here for a few days, and he had been in and out of here a few times, but he had never observed this courtyard as carefully as he did now, so he didn't feel like this now.

"Abba, you put me down, I'll just walk in by myself."

"Your body is like this, I've carried it all the way, it's not missing these two steps." Bala's face was full of happy smiles, and after holding Luo Zhaoyang on his back, he took another step.

"No, I don't want to go in yet, I want to see this courtyard." Barra slipped off Barra's back, curious about the layout of such a yard.

Looking at Luo Zhaoyang's insistence, Bala had no choice but to put him down, and after taking a breath, he pointed to the surroundings of this courtyard, and said with a smile: "This is Yinling's masterpiece by her aunt, she arranged it, but few people can appreciate the style of this courtyard, and in the past twenty years, you are still the first." ”

Bara was full of joy for this courtyard, and he had two things to be happy about in this mountain, one was that he had a lovely daughter, and the other was that he had a beautiful courtyard.

Luo Zhaoyang was infected by Parana's deep satisfaction, standing at the door of the courtyard, Luo Zhaoyang gently held the door, the spring color of the courtyard and the faint fragrance made him feel relaxed and happy, and the fatigue of the body was relaxed at the beginning of stepping into this courtyard.

"It seems that such a layout and planting has a special significance." Luo Zhaoyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the faint fragrance of flowers with a medicinal smell made him understand that at the same time that Grandma Yinling had ulterior motives in dealing with this courtyard, he also saw her wisdom.