If you can't get through it, it can only be said that your life is bad.

But how delicate the human body is, if you are not careful, you will get sick and injured, and if you want to see less doctors, you have to take care of yourself, improve immunity, and enhance your body resistance to get less sick.

"If you don't get sick, won't the patients come to the door?" Song Er massaged his shoulders and neck with a roller massager, and only sucked his mouth comfortably.

Song Lingyue put the last wheeled wooden block on, and replied while turning around:

"This kind of massager can only relax the muscles, massage the meridians, and then cooperate with morning exercises, three fixed meals, and a balanced diet, which can achieve the effect of strengthening the body and avoiding illness.

It is very difficult to do it if you want to rely solely on health care methods to avoid getting sick, and it is difficult for ordinary people to stick to it. ”

"That's true, Miss said every day that she wanted to drink warm tea, and there were a lot of red dates and wolfberries brewed in the teacup, saying that it could nourish the body, but as a result, she yelled to eat ice bowls when the heat was heavy." Song Erwan smiled.

Song Lingyue was debunked, a trace of blush rose on her flour, and she took a sip of Song Er: "The summer heat is heavy, the most important thing is to cool down and get rid of the heat, what do you know." ”

Song Er hurriedly smiled: "Yes, yes!" Miss is right in everything. ”

"Miss, what are you assembling here, it looks like a chair, but it looks a little weird." Song Si finished loading his share, and seeing that Song Lingyue hadn't finished assembling it yet, he came over curiously.

"Song Si is so smart, this is indeed a chair." Song Lingyue touched Song Si's cerebellum, "However, the difference between this chair is that it can be pushed out of the door, so that those who have inconvenient legs and feet can also go out." ”

"Is it so amazing?" Song Si's eyes widened and shook Song Lingyue's arm, "Miss, hurry up and assemble it!" Fast! Song thought look! ”

Song Lingyue scratched Song Si's nose, she found that Song Si was good at observation and love to think, and there were often a lot of whimsical ideas in her cerebellum, she actually didn't particularly like medical skills, but she liked to pester Song Lingyue to tell some 'weird' stories.

said it was weird, but in fact, it was a time when Song Si was sick, and he pestered someone to coax him to sleep.

Aunt Li didn't know what to do, so she could only ask Song Lingyue. Song Lingyue felt sorry for Song Si and Song Wu, so she rushed to take care of them, told Song Si stories, and accompanied her to sleep.

I never thought that this summer breeze was drunk, and Song Lingyue was stunned when she told the story, and accidentally said the word 'airplane'.

Song Si pestered Song Lingyue to ask what the plane was, and Song Lingyue, who was in a daze, actually replied like that-

An airplane is a big bird that can fly with people in the sky.

Just such a sentence that was almost a dream talk was actually remembered by Song Si.

One day later, Song Si made a fuss and asked Song Lingyue to tell her a story, and asked her what the plane was.

Song Lingyue was shocked when she heard Song Si say the word airplane, and she thought that Song Si had also crossed over.

Later, I realized that Song Si just heard her say this word, so she remembered it, and she always had it in her heart, so she wanted to ask her.

After learning that Song Si learned the word airplane from her own dream words, Song Lingyue's hanging heart let go.

But the next moment, she began to worry again, Song Si was too young, and she knew that if someone asked about it, she would tell it to others, so that people would not treat her as a monster if she was such a strange thing.

So, Song Lingyue explained to Song Si that the airplane she said that day was something she dreamed of in her dream, and then used this dream to tell Song Si a lot of modern things.

Song Si's little girl seemed to know that these things couldn't be talked about everywhere, and she would only ask about these things when she was with Song Lingyue, and she also showed that she was very interested in these things, and kept asking Song Lingyue if she could make such things.

Song Lingyue looked at Song Si's appearance, and only felt that it was really right to let her call Song Si at the beginning, but it was a bit worthy of the name.

"Wait a minute, and you'll know when I get the wheels in place." Song Lingyue took her thoughts back, comforted Song Si, quickly assembled the remaining wheels together, and used a hammer to bind the wedges, and wiped the sweat on her forehead after making sure that it would not shake.

Fortunately, she used to be very interested in doing manual work, otherwise it would be very difficult to draw a model of a wheelchair out of thin air.

In the form of wheelchair rolling, Song Lingyue used the principle of the carriage to push and drive the rollers to rotate to achieve the purpose of walking.

It's just a pity that this is in ancient times, and there is no rubber, otherwise you can study whether you can make a tire, which is much lighter than the wheels of this wood.

Since the wheelchair is all made of wood, the weight of the wheelchair itself is already very heavy, and it is still difficult for people who are not good at walking to sit in the wheelchair and move on their own, and it is best to have a special person push the wheelchair forward.

"Song Si, you sit down and try it." Song Lingyue wiped the dust on the wheelchair, patted the wheelchair seat, and motioned for Song Si to sit up.

Song Si's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran over in a hurry and sat in a wheelchair.

Excited hands fumbled around in the wheelchair, curious looking here and there.

The little face was full of curiosity and excitement, and he shook his body, as if to test whether the wheelchair was sturdy or not.

"How?" Song Lingyue bent down and asked Song Si in a low voice.

Song Sidao: "The chair sits steadily, the seat is quite wide, and there is a baffle for resting feet in front of the chair, if someone taller than me sits, it should be more comfortable." ”

Song Lingyue smiled, came to the back of the wheelchair, pushed the handle specially added on the back of the chair, and gently pushed it.

The heavy wooden wheel crushed the ground and made a creaking sound, and Song Si, who was sitting in a wheelchair, immediately widened his eyes and said excitedly:

"It's moving! It's moving! Miss, this chair really moves! It's amazing! ”

Song Si's chirping voice attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

I saw Song Si sitting on a strange-looking chair, and the place that should have been the leg of the chair was replaced by two wooden wheels, and Song Lingyue was behind the chair at this time, pushing the chair.

As Song Lingyue pushed the chair, the wheels embedded on both sides of the chair began to roll, and she began to move forward with the wheelchair.

"It's fun!" Song Si clapped his hands in the wheelchair.

"Song Si, try to see if you can push yourself." Song Lingyue let go.

"Push yourself?" Song Si first blinked in confusion, and then found the extra circle of outer wheels on the outside of the wheel next to the wheelchair.

The outer wheel is smaller than the inner wheel touching the ground, and the polishing is very round and smooth, just enough to be pushed by hand.

Song Si tried it and found that it was quite easy to push, and with some strength in his upper arms, the wheelchair trotted up in the lobby.

As if he had gotten a funny toy, Song Si began to push his wheelchair in the lobby and play:

"It's fun! Sister Song Er, come and play too! It's really fun! ”

Song Er's work in his hands did not stop, and when he heard Song Si's voice, he looked for prestige, and when he saw Song Si having fun, he couldn't help frowning:

"Look what you look like! So many people are busy, but you're having fun here! ”

Song Si is not afraid of Song Yi, don't look at Song Yi always looking very serious with a straight face, but in fact she is a gentle person.

However, Song Er's usual gentle swallowing on weekdays is even more terrifying than Song Yi's fire.

"Okay, don't talk about her, I asked her to try it."

Seeing that Song Lingyue said this, Song Er didn't say anything more, but the work in his hand sped up.

Song Lingyue patted Song Er's shoulder: "You also go and try it." ”

Song Er snorted and turned his head: "The slave and maid are not going, the slave and maid have to work." ”

Song Lingyue didn't get angry at all, but smiled at Song Er: "You can help me!" That thing was just made, and it needs more people to try it before they can see what is lacking! ”

Song Lingyue said so, and Song Er couldn't refuse anymore, so he could only stop the work he was doing.

Song Lingyue pulled Song Er, asked Song Si to get up first, and then asked Song Er to sit down.

"Try it, if you can push yourself." Song Lingyue looked at Song Er with encouraging eyes, "This is not playing, it is helping me." ”

Song Er nodded, learning from Song Si's appearance just now and turning the outer wheel to drive the inner wheel, he was still a little nervous at first, worried that the chair would overturn.

However, after confirming the safety of the chair, Song Er's rare childlike nature was also released little by little, with a rare innocent smile like a simple happy child on his face.

"Sister Song Er had a great time!" Song Si watched dumbfounded.

Song Er listened to it, his face turned red, and he hurriedly got out of the wheelchair.

"Song Er, what do you think of this chair?" Song Lingyue grabbed Song Er and asked.

Song Er didn't want to answer: "At first, I was a little uncomfortable, I was worried that the wheelchair would easily tip over, but after actually sitting in the wheelchair, I felt that the center of gravity of the wheelchair was still quite stable, and it was not as easy to tip over as the slave maid thought." Just ......"

Song Er cautiously raised his eyes and looked at Song Lingyue, who seemed to be a little hesitant, Song Lingyue smiled slightly: "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

"The slave doesn't think the wheel is very good." Song Er pointed to the wooden wheels on both sides of the wheelchair, "It's a little hard to push, and my arms are a little sour after a while." ”

Song Lingyue sighed, squatted down and approached the wheelchair, and sighed with some pity: "This wooden wheel is relatively heavy in weight, if the arm strength is small, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to push, and I still need someone to serve before I can go out." ”

"It would be nice if we could reduce the weight of the wheelchair itself and make the wheels lighter." Song Si also followed Song Lingyue to squat on the side of the wheelchair, and asked Song Lingyue again:

"Miss, can this wheel be made hollow, reduce the weight, and then fill it with pigsettles filled with air to prop up the wheelchair, isn't it enough?"