Seeing that the matter had been suspended, Song Qingtian did not stay long, and took advantage of the night to prepare to go home.

The third uncle, Song Xifeng, insisted on sending her.

When he arrived at the door, Song Qingtian knocked on the door for a long time, but did not hear Yang Xiulian respond, Song Qingtian shouted a few more times, but still did not hear any movement.

Song Qingtian said: "My mother sleeps really deeply, she must be tired from doing farm work during the day, third uncle, you go back first, I'll wait a while and knock on the door." ”

Song Xifeng said: "On a sunny day, when you go out alone at night, your sister-in-law must be waiting for you at home, how can she sleep so soundly?" Look at the door lock, is it the sister-in-law who went out. ”

Song Qingtian touched the door lock, the door was locked inside, that is, her mother was at home, since she was at home, why didn't she respond. She knocked on the door a few more times and shouted a few more times, but there was still no response from inside.

"Is something wrong with my mother?" Song Qingtian's heart couldn't help but tighten.

Song Xifeng immediately squatted down, "Sunny, hurry up, you step on my shoulder and climb over the courtyard wall." ”

Song Qingtian did not hesitate, and firmly kicked on Song Xifeng's shoulder, Song Xifeng was together, and Song Qingtian was lying on the wall.

Entering the courtyard, Song Qingtian pushed open the door of the house, and opened the light switch in the room, and the 25-watt electric light emitted a faint yellow light.

Yang Xiulian was lying on the bed, sweating profusely, her face was pale yellow like the light of the light, her mouth was still babbling nonsense, and she was intermittently calling a person's name, carefully distinguishing that she was calling the name of Song Qingtian's father, Song Dongfeng.

"Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingtian shouted, touched Yang Xiulian's forehead, and felt hot hands.

"My mother has a fever and is actually burning, what should we do with the third uncle?" In a hurry, Song Qingtian suddenly had no idea.

"Sunny day, you watch at home, I'll go find Song Zhiping in the village."

Song Xifeng said and ran out with a smoke.

Song Qingtian stabilized her mind, calmed down, found a wet towel dipped in cold water, applied it to Yang Xiulian's forehead, and exposed her hands and feet outside the quilt.

Song Zhiping's home is in the south of Songhe Village, ten minutes away from Song Qingtian's house, but more than ten minutes have passed, and Song Xifeng still hasn't invited Song Zhiping over.

Half an hour passed, and there was still no trace.

Song Qingtian was anxious to heat the ants on the pot, and changed Yang Xiulian with cold towels from time to time, and even put cold towels on the palms and soles of her feet.

She remembered that when she was a child, she was sick and had a fever, and her mother would boil some nepeta and onion soup for her to drink, so she hurriedly went to boil a small half bowl, and poured it into Yang Xiulian after it was cool.

An hour later, Song Xifeng brought Song Zhiping, a barefoot doctor in the village, a fat old man in his fifties, who smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

Song Xifeng was sweating profusely, panting and said: "Sunny day, sister-in-law is fine, Uncle Zhiping went to Beiyanghe Village for an emergency, and I ran to Yanghe Village to find him back." ”

Song Zhiping unhurriedly checked Yang Xiulian's pulse, measured her temperature, looked at the whites of her eyes and tongue coating, and then said unhurriedly: "It doesn't matter, Yang Xiulian has a fever, she is a little anemic, so she fainted when the fever was severe." ”

"That's good." Song Qing let out a sigh of relief.

Song Zhiping smiled and said, "Nizi, you have a good way, let the patient's feet and palms be exposed, and use a cold towel to compress his head, which is very good for your mother's condition." ”

"Uncle Zhiping, I poured some nepeta and onion soup for my mother, it should be fine."

Song Zhiping said with a smile: "That's very good, decompress the surface and dissipate heat, you are very good at taking care of patients, I heard Xifeng say that he is very sick, come and see, it is not as he said, it turns out that you have adjusted, you can rest assured, I will prescribe some fever medicine for your mother, and it will be fine in the second half of the night." ”

"Uncle Zhiping, did you just say that my mother is anemic, is it serious?"

"Anyway, it's not light, when your mother wakes up, tell her to make up for her body."

Song Zhiping prescribed medicine, a total of six cents a piece.

Song Qingtian rummaged around the house and didn't find a penny, so she completely believed what Yang Xiulian told her, there was only 4 yuan at home, and she lost it.

Song Zhiping saw Song Qingtian's embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I'll give you money when your mother is well." ”

Song Qingtian sent the third uncle and Song Zhiping away, and began to boil the medicine, boiled the medicine, poured it for Yang Xiulian, and sat next to him in a daze.

In her previous life, she could afford a dollar, but now the family can't even take out a dollar or two, not to mention the real grievances of this life, she remembers that her mother always fainted because of anemia.

That time Yang Yuting set fire to her house, her mother could actually run out, but she fainted in the fire and was burned to death because of anemia.

For the desire for money, Song Qingtian became stronger and stronger.

In the second half of the night, Yang Xiulian woke up and saw her daughter lying on her bedside asleep, a warm feeling in her heart welled up, she gently patted Song Qingtian, "Ni, don't catch a cold, get up and go to sleep." ”

Song Qingtian was relieved when she saw that her mother had survived her illness unharmed.

Early in the morning, before Song Qingtian woke up, Yang Xiulian got up, and it happened that the old hen raised at home laid an egg, so she went to the stove room to stew the eggs and brought them to Song Qingtian's bedside.

"It's a sunny day, get up, come and drink the egg custard."

Song Qingtian opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that his mother's spirit was much better, and he was very happy, but looking at the egg custard brought by his mother, he didn't feel good in his heart.

Before my mother was sick, she was never willing to eat eggs, and now she is still sick, and she is still reluctant to eat eggs by herself, but she let Song Qingtian eat egg custard, Song Qingtian knows that the family's pocket money is exchanged for selling eggs.

"Mom, Uncle Zhiping said that you are anemic and want to nourish your body, you can eat."

"I've eaten, and the two hens in the house have laid eggs today, one for each of us." Yang Xiulian said, and licked her lips, as if she had just eaten eggs, and the deliciousness was still between her lips and teeth.

Song Qingtian couldn't see that her mother was lying, her lips were so dry, it looked like she had just drunk egg custard, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

In her previous life, she knew that her mother loved herself, but many times she took it for granted, it was natural for her mother to love herself, since she was burned to death, she understood that her mother's love was so selfless, in this life, she felt her mother's love again, her heart was painful, warm pain, and tears could not be controlled.

"Mom, I love you so much."

Song Qingtian hadn't had time to say this in her previous life, and she had to say it earlier at this moment.

Yang Xiulian was flustered by this naked confession, what is wrong with this girl.

In the end, the mother and daughter shared the egg custard, Song Qingtian was hesitating how to tell her mother about losing her money, and the third uncle Song Xifeng came to her house again.