It was not until the evening that Fu Xuantuo copied all the names of Chinese medicine, copied a whole book, and bound it into a book with thread. Then he turned around and entered the door, and immediately did not return to the room. Instead, I went to my grandfather's pharmacy to get iodophor and some medicines, and prepared the medicine for ginger and red beans tomorrow.

After doing all this, Fu Xuantuo went to dinner.

After eating dinner and resting for a while, Fu Xuanyun went for a night run as usual.

And the ginger red bean here is sad, because it is summer, the wound is easy to suppurate and cannot be bandaged, let alone touch the water. In the summer heat, how can you stand it without taking a bath, but you can't touch the water.

"Looks like we'll have to ask for help." Jiang Hongdou jumped to the side of Jiang Mu.

"Mommy, Mommy, help me take a bath." Jiang Hongdou said with big eyes.

"How old are you, you still want me to wash it for you." Mother Jiang said disgustedly.

"I'll wash it for you." Jiang Li was very enthusiastic.

"No way!" Jiang Hongdou shouted.

"Why?" Jiang Li said unhappily.

"I've grown up, and only my mom and my future husband can help me take a bath." After speaking, Jiang Hongdou looked at Jiang Mu with a smile again.

"At what age do you want to get married." Jiang Li muttered and went back to his room.

Mother Jiang looked at her daughter so cute, her heart was about to melt, so she agreed.

……

"Ah, it's comfortable after taking a shower." Jiang Hongdou limped back to the room.

Jiang Hongdou looked at the three unfinished sketches on the desk, and was a little irritable. But I still picked up the paintbrush, dragged the drawing board to the balcony with the straps, and sat on the balcony to draw.

The wind at night was very gentle, and the sound of rustling brushes sounded, and Jiang Hongdou's heart slowly calmed down and threw himself into painting. Since both parents are painters, under the influence of the two, Jiang Hongdou's painting skills are also very powerful.

In less than half an hour, one was completed. Jiang Hongdou was ready to take a break, lying on the railing of the balcony to watch the street scene on the side of the road.

A touch of black came into view, and Jiang Hongdou couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

"Isn't that Baishan" Jiang Hongdou thought to herself, hurriedly jumped back to the room to get the camera, and took a few photos of Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuanyun ran by the side of the road in front of Jiang Hongdou's house, only to find that he would pass Jiang Hongdou's house every night running. But he didn't stop and kept running.

Jiang Hongdou kept watching Fu Xuanyun run, and then continued to sketch until he couldn't see it.

……

At nine o'clock the next morning, Fu Xuantuo walked to Jiang Hongdou's house with the medicine box.

Jiang Li was watching Jiang's father painting, when he saw Fu Xuanqian coming from a distance and hurriedly ran down from upstairs.

"This kid came quite early, I have to guard against him," Jiang Li thought to himself. In fact, he is still a year younger than Fu Xuan.

Mother Jiang watched Jiang Li run down and said angrily, "Why are you in such a hurry." ”

"Don't be in a hurry, my sister is about to be snatched away." Jiang Li muttered.

Jiang Li ran to the door to calm down, and opened the door pretending to be fine.

Mother Jiang saw Fu Xuanyun outside the door, and said enthusiastically: "It's Xiao Fu, come in and get hot outside, my sister hasn't gotten up yet, so Auntie will call it." So saying, he was about to go upstairs.

"It's okay, I'll just wait." Fu Xuanyun said.

"Yes, Mom, just let him wait for a while, Doudou rarely sleeps once." Jiang Li echoed.

"Okay then, little fu, come and sit, don't stand." Mother Jiang beckoned Fu Xuantuo to sit down, and took out a lot of fruits.

Fu put the medicine box aside, walked to the single sofa and sat down, observing the surroundings.

"Mom, go paint your new work, go and go." Jiang Li pushed Jiang's mother to paint.

"That little master, Auntie is going to get busy first."

Fu Xuanqian nodded, and Jiang Li sat on the sofa and looked at Fu Xuantuo.

Fu Xuantuo ignored him, just looked at the photos on the wall.