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Seeing Ma Haijun wake up, Qiyang pointed at Ma Huaiguo and motioned him to be quiet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info╔╗

Ma Haijun looked at his father, and saw that although Ma Huaiguo's breathing was short, it was no longer as laborious as yesterday, and his face had recovered—a trace of anger, and his heart couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He opened his mouth and lowered his voice, "Zhao Yang......"

It's just that I'm tired—days, and I lie on the side of the bed and sleep—sleeping—and I haven't fully woken up, so the sound can't help but be a little loud, so I hurriedly stopped......

Zhao Yang turned his head and smiled, and said, "You go wash first." ”

After Zhao Yang said this, Ma Haijun did feel that his stomach was swollen, so he hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

When he came back, he found that Ma Huaiguo had opened his eyes, but his eyes were weak and he didn't react much to the outside world.

Zhao Yang got up, let Ma Haijun sit at the head of the bed, and then said, "You give Uncle Ma a massage, start with him, talk to him, and I'll go buy something to eat." ”

Ma Haijun hurriedly grabbed Zhao Yang's hand and asked, "How to massage?" I won't! ”

Zhao Yang smiled: "Whatever, the most important thing is to accompany Uncle Ma to talk well." ╔╗”

Ma Huaiguo was sick twice last year, and after treatment, his condition was controlled, but this time his condition relapsed and worsened, and the biggest reason was that it came from "qi".

The so-called "heart disease still needs heart medicine", in order for him to recover as soon as possible, he must untie his heart knot.

There are many ways to untie the knot, and for Zhao Yang, this can be done through acupuncture and medicine. However, these practices have definite side effects, especially if the drug is used, with Ma Huaiguo's current state, the gains outweigh the losses, and there will even be great dangers, of course, it is not as affordable as Ma Haijun to squeeze his hands and talk to him well.

Zhao Yang still went to yesterday's porridge shop and asked for three servings of porridge and two servings of oxtail porridge, which he and Ma Haijun had were just white rice porridge for Ma Huaiguo. The simpler the food he has now, the better it is for his body.

When he returned to the ward, he found that Ma Haijun's eyes were red, and Ma Huaiguo had gone to the oxygen mask and changed it into two oxygen tubes inserted in his nostrils, but the whole person was still dumbfounded and had no heart.

Zhao Yang put down the porridge and said to Ma Haijun: "You feed Uncle Ma some porridge." ”

Ma Haijun lifted the lid of the paper and looked at it, looked up and asked, "Why is it just white porridge?" After slandering, he immediately reacted and said, "I'm confused, and my father can't eat anything else now." ╔╗”

After speaking, he sighed—sighed—while looking at Ma Huai's expression—while carefully helping Ma Huaiguo to lie on the hospital bed, then took the porridge and scooped it up with a small spoon, blew a few breaths, tested the temperature, and then handed it to his lips and said with a smile: "Dad, you can drink some porridge." ”

Ma Huaiguo was still dumbfounded, and he didn't open his mouth.

Zhao Yang sighed, the old man's current appearance was heartbroken-

Think about himself, a person, who was a father and a mother who pulled Ma Haijun up, and provided him with college, but in the end it was the current result, and it would not be good to put it on anyone!

Ma Haijun naturally understood Ma Huaiguo's mood, he took a breath, and said with a smile: "Come, drink some porridge, it's not good to taste when it's cold!" When I was a child, I sat on a small bench, you boiled porridge and fed me, now it's time for me to feed you! ”

Ma Huaiguo's eyes moved, but he still didn't open his mouth.

Ma Haijun felt that the porridge was cold, so he scooped it again, blew it, put it on Ma Huaiguo's lips, and continued to persuade: "Dad, I was sick when I was a child and didn't want to eat, so you told me that eating something can get better quickly...... I know you don't want to eat it now, but drink less—it's okay to order porridge, right? ”

Ma Huaiguo's chest rose and fell, and his breathing became short. ╔╗

Ma Haijun touched his lips with a spoon again, and said with tears in his eyes: "Dad, when I was a child, our family was poor, this white rice porridge is a good thing, you don't drink it yourself, you give it to me, and now, I will also feed you porridge...... We're good and I'm making money, and I'm going to let you eat something that's 10,000 times more delicious than this...... Let's take a sip of porridge now, okay? ”

Ma Huaiguo's lips trembled, Ma Haijun handed the spoon forward, and he opened his mouth.

Ma Haijun was overjoyed, and his hands trembled a little and said, "Okay, good!" ”

After feeding, he quickly took the paper and wiped the corners of Ma Huaiguo's mouth, wiped his tears with his arm, and then scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it cold, and handed it to his mouth.

Zhao Yang quietly looked at the curtain in front of him, and was very moved in his heart, human life, growing up in the arms of our parents, and when we grow up, our parents are also old, it is time for us to care about us as much as they did when we were children, this is a complete life, and it is also the reason why Huaxia re-shows filial piety - don't let this process have a beginning, but no end. ╔╗

After feeding four or five spoonfuls, Zhao Yang reminded in a low voice: "Feed Uncle Ma more soup to digest it." ”

Ma Haijun leaned up the paper cup and specially scooped the rice soup and fed it to Ma Huaiguo.

Ma Huaiguo drank a few sips of warm rice soup, and finally had some strength, and his expression brightened a little.

After drinking two more spoonfuls of porridge, Ma Huaijun scooped up the rice soup and handed it to his mouth, he turned his head, and had no intention of drinking it again.

Ma Haijun naturally wanted him to eat more, and besides, he drank such a little porridge, which was not as good as a child of a year old...... So he smiled again: "Dad, drink this spoon again!" ”

The patient's temper is often very big, - if it doesn't go well, he will get angry, Zhao Yang is naturally no stranger to this, - seeing the impatience in Ma Huaiguo's eyes, he hurriedly said to Ma Haijun: "Xiaoma, Uncle Ma is tired, wait—let him eat later." ”

For patients, especially those like Ma Huaiguo, who are very seriously ill, they will feel tired when eating.

Ma Haijun also saw that Ma Huaiguo's mood was not as calm as just now, so he quickly withdrew his hand, then wiped his hand clean, and asked, "Dad, do you want to lie down, or do you want to sit like this for a while?" ”

-didn't force him to eat, Ma Huaiguo was no longer angry, but he didn't say much, just hummed weakly. ╔╗

It's just that he didn't know whether he wanted to lie down or sit, so Ma Haijun tried to ask, "I just ate something, do you want to be comfortable sitting?" ”

In fact, Zhao Yang knew that at this time, Ma Huaiguo just didn't want to move. Of course, he won't say it, and letting the two communicate more will help untie his knot.

Sure enough, Ma Huaiguo didn't speak.

Ma Haijun felt that Ma Huaiguo wanted to sit, so he moved the pillow to make him lie more comfortable, and then helped him move his legs and feet, and arranged the sheets and bedding again.

Seeing Ma Haijun busy with his hands and feet, Ma Huaiguo's eyes moved, and he said, "You, eat." ”

Ma Haijun's nose was sour, and his tears almost fell again, and now, Ma Huaiguo is still afraid that he will be hungry!

He looked up at Ma Huaiguo and smiled, and said, "Okay, I'll eat it." If you're feeling unwell, just let me know! ”

Ma Huaiguo moved his lips, looked at Zhao Yang again, and said, "You, good, eat!" ”

Zhao Yang nodded and smiled: "Okay, Uncle Ma, my pony and I are brothers, you have a good rest, don't worry about us." ”

Ma Huaiguo didn't speak, just watched the two eat there.

Ma Haijun looked back at his father from time to time, but such a scene evoked many memories of his childhood, but now the positions of the two have been reversed.

Seeing that the two finished eating, Ma Huaiguo closed his eyes, and Ma Haijun immediately went over, and with the help of Zhao Yang, he gently hugged him and lay down.

After a while, Li Chuancheng came over and explained: "I arranged for the workers to put the dishes that need to be bore first, but it was too late." ”

Ma Haijun hurriedly said: "It's okay. Come, Uncle Li, have you sat down and eaten? ”

Li Chuancheng wiped the sweat from his face and said with a smile: "After eating, you two are tired too, right?" Let's all go back and rest. ”

Ma Haijun then thought that he slept last night - all night, but Zhao Yang - didn't sleep at all!

So, he hurriedly said to Zhao Yang: "You're busy—at night, no, you have to go to bed quickly." Go, I'll take you to my house. ”

Ma Haijun's home is on the outskirts of the city, and it took more than 40 minutes to drive there.

Although the Wanhua Festival in Huacheng is very famous, in terms of development, it is only between the three cities and the second-tier cities, and the suburbs are almost the same as the towns.

After getting off the main road into the city, and walking along the potholed asphalt road, Ma Haijun's home is actually a small factory, or a large workshop, a courtyard half a meter high, and a row of two-story buildings near the north, which is very simple.

His family made pickles, and there was a wooden sign at the door that read "Navy Pickles."

Driving in from the door, there are four medium-sized sauce jars - two pestles on the side, and into the courtyard, there are large jars on the south, east and west sides, and depending on the situation, there are also jars at the back of the house, in addition to this, there are two pools, which are also thick sauce.

—When he got out of the car, Zhao Yang was surrounded by the strong smell of spices, and almost instinctively held his breath.

However, just now, the breath was inhaled into the stomach, and Zhao Yang still felt that the lungs and heart immediately felt a tingling and itching, and then the eyes, the mouth and other organs in the stomach also had uncomfortable reactions!

In addition, Zhao Yang also felt that his soul was touched—a feeling of being oppressed. Through the Mirror of Blood, he saw a faint gray aura approaching his soul like a layer of mist!

Recently, Zhao Yang has not given up his soul, and he has naturally gained something, but the biggest progress is that he has been able to see his own soul, whether it is day or night.

And now the gray qi observed through the mirror of blood qi, Zhao Yang has only seen it in the dead and the fierce places in feng shui, which is a "evil qi" that will damage people's bodies and souls.

Since it is inhabited here and has lived for several generations, of course the feng shui is not too bad, and the reason why there is a "bad qi" that can only be found in the feng shui is caused by natural man-made -

The sauce jars arranged around have almost sealed the entire yard as a "dead land", and the lives of all kinds of vegetables are also being lost.