Nowadays, when people in the village are sick, it's just red potions, big white tablets and other items.

No matter how expensive it is, there is actually none.

Everyone doesn't want to spend this money, so if it's serious, go directly to the county seat.

"Thank you, Uncle Seven." The uncle in the health center is the seventh in the family, and everyone usually calls him Xie Laoqi.

Wen Ling obediently called Uncle Seven.

Uncle Xie Qi also smiled, then prescribed a red potion to Wen Ling, collected the money, and sent the two people out.

As a result, as soon as he walked out of the door of the health center, as soon as Uncle Xie Qi returned, Xie Ziqing heard Wen Ling, his voice was soft, and he said as if muttering: "Take off my shoes and look at my feet, you are my person." ”

Xie Ziqing almost fell directly, turned his head, and looked at Wen Ling with a complicated expression.

He didn't know what he could covet this delicate little intellectual.

After all, he has no parents in the family, and no siblings to help him.

Although there are cousins and the like, everyone thinks that he is intimate, so they keep their distance from him.

Over the years, that is, grandparents will occasionally quietly send him something, not much, occasionally a little coarse grain.

In the end, it was her grandson, and Xie's mother did not remarry at the beginning, and she has been living in the village with Xie Ziqing.

The grandparents were also distressed, but because they were not separated, the family lived together, and the rations were also tight.

Therefore, I can only give a little relief occasionally, and I can't take out more.

Xie Ziqing worked on his own, barely supporting himself.

Now that he can't hunt again, he doesn't know what he can covet from the little intellectuals.

But Xiao Zhiqing said such things......

But he couldn't help blushing and his heart was hot.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that the little girl was very delicate.

She was supposed to be delicate and pampered.

But is he worthy?

He had nothing, he was a widow and a widow......

Xie Ziqing shook the hand on his side, originally wanting to just throw down Wen Ling and leave.

As a result, I heard the little girl's voice with a little crying: "I can't go." ”

Wen Ling was smeared with red potion on her ankle, and she couldn't wear her socks, let alone shoes.

Just jumping back on one leg, but it doesn't work.

Xie Ziqing's originally ruthless heart collapsed in this second.

In the end, he had to turn around in embarrassment, originally wanting to help Wen Ling.

But for the little girl to cry or not, Xie Ziqing's heart felt like a knife.

"I'll carry you." In this day and age, the relationship between men and women is actually tense.

If it's not a particularly intimate relationship, it's best not to get too close.

Otherwise, it will be easy for people to think that you are dealing with someone.

But now, the little girl is like this, and Xie Ziqing can't bear it.

I opened my mouth on an impulse, and regretted it when I finished speaking.

It was he Meng Lang who said such a thing.

Originally, I wanted to change my words, but I saw the little girl's arms open, and the little face that was originally crying and chirping, was also dyed with a smile at this time: "Okay, okay." ”

Xie Ziqing wanted to change his words, but he couldn't say anything.

He was already tall and mighty, and he looked a little fierce.

However, the little girl was not afraid at all.

Even though he had a straight face, the little girl still smiled.

In addition to being squeamish, it seems that the courage is not small.

Xie Ziqing had no choice but to turn around and bend down.

When the little girl's soft body was pasted, Xie Ziqing only felt that he was stiff.

The whole back felt like it had been burned by fire, and it was terrifyingly hot.