With this rapid abrupt change, Qi Shunhua's hands froze halfway, and he could feel that his heartbeat slowed down, and his brain was extremely deprived of oxygen.

He stared blankly at Qiqi's moist and pitiful eyes, and his long legs, which were not entangled by her, stepped back, bowed down and squatted, and continued to hug her with both hands.

"Don't get up, it's so comfortable." Qiqi sensed his intentions, leaned his chin on his knee and looked at him with his head raised, shaking his head.

Hands stopped, turning to soothe her frowning brow, "What's wrong?" Is it uncomfortable there? ”

The posture of the two, one lying on the ground and raising his head and the other half-squatting and bowing his head, the scene looks like the owner is coaxing a pet.

Listening to Qi Shunhua's warm voice, the feeling of grievance came up, and Qiqi's face was close to his knees, "Shunhua, my stomach hurts so much, and there are blood stains on my pants." ”

Qi Shunhua's eyes froze, and something came to mind in his mind.

"I'm sick, but I don't want to go to the hospital, Shunhua, please, don't send me to the hospital." Qiqi shook Qi Shunhua's trouser legs and begged with all his might.

"It's okay, you don't need to go to the hospital for this kind of thing." Qi Shunhua understood the general situation, and stroked her restless head to comfort her.

"Really? Is there any way I can keep my stomach from hurting. Qiqi was like a landlubber touching driftwood, holding Qi Shunhua's calf tightly.

"Really." Qi Shunhua nodded, hugged her waist and arms to pick her up from the ground, and walked to the sofa, Qiqi lay on his shoulder weakly.

Qi Shunhua lifted the cool cushion on the sofa with one hand, pulled down the thin blanket on the head cushion, put it on the sofa, straightened the thin blanket while holding Qiqi, and then carefully placed Qiqi on the thin blanket, "I'll go and make you a cup of ginger brown sugar water, which can relieve the pain." ”

"Yes." Qiqi looked at him expectantly, nodded, and when his figure left sight, he closed his eyes and rested, lying uncomfortable, she bent her legs, turned over flexibly like a pancake, and lay on the sofa.

While boiling water, Qi Shunhua called her mother.

"Son, what's wrong?" Jiang Mujian, who was listening to her daughter's interesting story in the interest class, heard the mobile phone ringing and connected.

"Mom, that ......"

"Huh?"

Let him a big boy suddenly say something like that directly, a little shy for a while, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was nothing, so he still spoke, "Is there still a sanitary napkin at home?" ”

"Huh?" Jiang Mujian's first reaction was surprise, and then he reacted later, "What's going on?" ”

"Qiqi, it may be menstruation." He paused, thinking of her somewhat pear blossom and moon expression, and continued, "There may also be menarche. ”

Jiang Mujin listened to her son talk to her about this, and did not get angry, but was a little happy, feeling that she was very successful in educating her son in this regard.

However, at the age of Qiqi's ID card, menarche at this time is considered late among his peers.

"I buy sanitary napkins at home regularly and quantitatively, and I don't know how to buy them, so I need to buy them again." She stretched her neck and looked at the dense small bridge cars around, "There is a bit of a traffic jam this weekend, we may have to spend some time on the road, you go to help Qiqi buy it first, what brand to buy, I will send it to your mobile phone." ”

“……”

didn't hear his son's reply, Jiang Mujin smiled, "What are you shy, you will have a girlfriend in the future, you don't want to buy these things yet, you should be familiar with them in advance now." ”。

Qi Shunhua turned his head and looked at the hillock on the sofa, "Mom, I'll go now." ”