Song Baoxuan squatted down and reached out to hold Zhuang Liu's feet, and Zhuang Liu subconsciously shrank back.

Song Baoxuan felt Zhuang Liu's fear for a moment, and she raised her head and said to Zhuang Liu.

"Aunt Zhuang, don't be afraid, I'll take a look at your feet, so that I can treat you."

“… Good. ”

Song Baoxuan pinched several parts of Zhuang Liu's feet and asked her how she felt.

Zhuang Liu looked at Song Baoxuan's face a little serious, and she asked.

"Baoxuan, can't my feet be cured?"

"It's either it can't be cured, or it takes some time."

Song Baoxuan felt that Zhuang Liu's foot should not be caused by accident.

However, it is not good for her to ask Zhuang Liu this kind of thing directly, she and Zhuang Liu are not familiar with each other, and they have only met a few times.

Song Baoxuan said to Zhuang Liu.

"Aunt Zhuang, you don't walk much during this time, your feet may hurt a little after soaking in medicine, you bear with it."

"Eh, okay."

Song Baoxuan thought that the place where Zhuang Liu lived was some distance from her home, and if she walked back, her feet would definitely hurt.

But Song Zhi was not at home today, he had been resting for a few days in a row, and after knowing that there was no danger, he went out to deal with things.

By the way, I drove Zhuang Liu back, and I am now a person with a car.

Song Rongsheng came to Song Baoxuan's house again, he looked at Song Baoxuan and asked.

"Bao Xuan, is it over today?"

"Well, Aunt Zhuang's feet have been walking as little as possible recently, and it will hurt a lot."

Song Rongsheng frowned, he looked at Zhuang Liu's feet, and then said to Song Baoxuan.

"Bao Xuan, is your bicycle still there? Borrow the second uncle for use. ”

"Yes, second uncle, are you planning to send Aunt Zhuang back?"

"Well, I'll send her back."

Zhuang Liu looked at Song Rongsheng and said.

"Don't bother you, I'll just walk back slowly."

"Didn't you hear Bao Xuan say that you should walk less?"

Zhuang Liu was silent, at this time, it was not suitable for her to refuse Song Rongsheng, her feet were hopeful to get better, and she naturally would not practice herself.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you."

Song Baoxuan pushed the bicycle out to Song Rongsheng, Song Rongsheng and Zhuang Liu's matter, let them solve it by themselves, and they won't participate in it.

Song Rongsheng patted the back seat clean, went home and took an old cotton coat to put on the back seat, and then said to Zhuang Liu.

"Can you sit up?"

Zhuang Liu saw him so caring, he didn't know how to react, he just didn't know anything, and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"Yes."

Song Rongsheng rode a bicycle to send Zhuang Liu back, and the two of them did not speak all the way.

"I'm here, go back! I'm sorry for you today. ”

"Hmm."

Song Rongsheng left on his bicycle, but he didn't long come back, carrying the rice on his bicycle to his shoulders, carrying a few plastic bags and an old hen in his hand.

Zhuang Liu hurriedly asked when he saw his posture.

"Why are you back? Still holding so many things? ”

"You don't have anything here, I'll send you some."

"No, you really don't have to, you don't owe me."

Song Rongsheng didn't speak, put the things aside, and then asked while carrying the chicken.

"Where's the knife?"

Zhuang Liu didn't speak, Song Rongsheng looked for it by himself, Zhuang Liu's place was not big, and Song Rongsheng found the knife at once.

He slaughtered the chicken, plucked it without saying a word, and cut it in half.

He didn't ask Zhuang Liu anymore, and stewed the old hen on the fire himself.

When the old hen was stewed, he said.

"You watch the fire, simmer a little longer, and save the remaining half for tomorrow to stew, I'll go back."

"I'll come and pick you up tomorrow and take you to Baoxuan, don't be stubborn, so as not to hurt your feet."

Zhuang Liu nodded, she looked at the back of Song Rongsheng leaving, she found that Song Rongsheng's hair was a lot whiter, and his figure had lost a lot of weight.

They are all old, but what happened before seems to be just yesterday, Zhuang Liu shook his head, helpless and bitter.

Song Rongsheng looked back at the place where Zhuang Liu lived, although it was very broken, it was very clean, which made people feel comfortable looking at it.

He sighed, he just wanted Zhuang Liu to live a little better, not because of the guilt in his heart, but because he really hoped that Zhuang Liu could live well.

When Song Rongsheng returned the bicycle to Song Baoxuan, he also brought a pound of pork ribs, and Li Dahua said that Song Baoxuan likes to eat pork ribs.

"Bao Xuan, I'll put the bike back."

"Okay, second uncle, sit down for a while, wait for dinner."

"No, no, I'll go back and eat."