Li Minglou took the initiative to lift the curtain for the first time, and he only said something through the window when he asked Fang Er to save people before.

Fang Er and Yuan Ji let go of the reins, what are they going to do? Stop this madman from treating this boy?

"Ji Liang, don't go crazy." The old man shouted angrily, "This is your son, not for you to play." ”

Ji Liang looked at the young man in his arms, and a pair of mung bean eyes sparkled: "I'm not playing." ”

"Daddy." The boy didn't know if he woke up because he felt the danger, and his voice was weak and weak, "I'm not one of those pheasants and rabbits. ”

Ji Liang looked at the son in his arms, his eyes lit up on his face: "But you are injured, what a pity it is not treated." ”

The old man couldn't stand it anymore and raised a medicine bottle and shook it: "The good man gave the medicine, let you cure it, and the small bowl will die like those chickens, ducks and rabbits!" ”

This sentence reminded him and threw the three pheasants he was carrying in his other hand at Ji Liang's feet.

"It's this thing that almost killed the little bowl, and you still won't change it?"

The old man had already talked about the reason for the beating of the small bowl, and Ji Liang looked at the pheasant under his feet distressedly: "It's not rotten, it's just that the leg is broken and connected, okay." ”

The old man snorted: "Don't be crazy, hurry up and bring a small bowl in.... Babbling good people. ”

The old man pushed Ji Liang into the door, turned his head and saw that the carriage and horse were still there, and he thought he had left.

"Good people." He thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "There is no good tea in the poor houses in the mountain village, so come in and drink saliva." ”

Ji Liang was unhappy: "It's not to come to see a doctor, and you have to boil water." ”

The old man pushed Ji Liang forward and saluted Li Minglou's side again and again: "Good people don't blame good people, don't blame him for being a madman." ”

Yuan Ji said: "Don't bother, I just want to confirm that this kid is okay." ”

Fang Er also came over at the same time: "I'll apply medicine to this child." ”

I see, the old man was suddenly ashamed, anyone who saw this father crazy is not at ease, as the saying goes, save people and send the Buddha to the west, in case the child dies, good deeds are not comfortable.

"That's great." He thanked him for his kindness and led Fang Er in.

Li Minglou sat in the car and listened to the old man scolding Ji Liang to boil water from the courtyard, there were kicking footsteps and Ji Liang's high and low complaints.

"Miss, this person ......" Motoyoshi had a guess, but he didn't dare to believe it.

Li Minglou didn't dare to believe it, but her intuition told her that this Ji Liang was Mr. Hunting.

But why did Mr. Hunter change his name? Why is it a madman in the eyes of the villagers? It doesn't seem normal, and does Mr. Hunter have a son?

Mr. Hunt saved Xiang Yun and became famous in the Xiang family, there was a period when many people were talking about him, and the idle Jiang Liang and Liu Fan naturally talked about it, especially after Xiang Yun gave Mr. Hunt to Li Mingyu.

The purpose of their discussion was naturally to let Li Minglou know how powerful Mr. Hunter was, how sincere and affectionate Xiang Yun was in making this decision, and he regarded Li Mingyu as more important than his own life.

"Mr. Hunt loves soldiers like sons, and treats everyone equally in the army, regardless of official position, he often says that he has no son, and everyone is a beloved son in his eyes."

It sounds like taking advantage, Li Minglou thought that he laughed when Jiang Liang said this, and Jiang Liang himself laughed.

"This is the heart of a child." Liu Fan felt that the joke was too boring, "It is precisely because he has nothing to think about except to treat injuries and save people, and his skills have only improved, but he may have been stimulated by something, such as he has no son." ”

Liu Fan was also joking, Jiang Liang laughed, and Li Minglou thought this was boring.

There are no sons.

If you think about it now, it may have two meanings, there has never been a son, or there is a son and then he loses it.

"Ji Liang! You have to go crazy, don't you, stay away from the little bowl. ”

The old man's voice came from inside the door of the decaying courtyard wall.

"He can't heal his wounds like this." Ji Liang's voice was also straightforward.

"He can't? Can you? Because your little bowl almost died, because it was because of his small bowl that he saved a life. The old man was really angry, and his voice shook the door.

Li Minglou also trembled and reached out to press her chest, she had a guess.

The speculation made her agitated and forced her to gasp for air, which she barely breathed now, presumably because she was a dead person.

Fang Er walked out, and the old man grabbed Ji Liang and walked out, I don't know if he pressed to thank him, or if he was afraid that Ji Liang would move the wound of the small bowl.

"Thank you for the kindness."

"It's cured."

Hearing Fang Er say this, Ji Liang pursed his lips but did not refute.

Yuan Ji looked inside the car: "Miss still want to take a look?" ”

Li Minglou didn't need to say anything, Fang Er got into the carriage, Yuan Ji got on the horse again, and this time he really turned his head and left.

Li Minglou lifted the curtain slightly and looked back, the old man gratefully followed and sent a few steps to give a deep salute, while Ji Liang stood by the door and did not move, muttering in his mouth that he didn't know what to say, and the sunlight shone on her fingertips, stinging.

Li Minglou withdrew his hand and retreated back into the shadows: "Fang Er, you treated that kid's injuries with your own hands without going through other people's hands, right?" ”

Others naturally refer to the half-madman who looked at his child's eyes and seemed to be about to dissect and turn people over, Fang Er nodded: "No, it's me who applied the medicine and wrap it myself." ”

Miss really cares about this child.

"Miss, don't worry, his injuries will be healed in a few days." Fang Erdao.

Li Minglou said in a good voice and did not speak again.

The sound of horses' hooves was far away, and the footsteps of the old man and Ji Liang walked around the courtyard, arguing, muttering, reprimanding, complaining, until the old man left, and there was silence inside and out, and then the door creaked and was pushed open, and Ji Liang's small eyes flashed: "Small bowl." ”

The small bowl lay on the bed and seemed to be asleep.

"Don't pretend to be asleep." Ji Liang said, "Do you know what that person treated your injuries like?" ”

The tone seduces, intimidates, and gloats.

Xiao Wan was not sad and angry because of his father's attitude, he was already numb, but what was the result of the healing, his hand was raised and fell on his face, touching half of the cloth.

Did you heal your injuries like the lady in the car?

"Small bowl." Ji Liang was close to his face, full of flattery, "Let me treat you again, I will definitely get better soon." ”

Then he straightened his back again, his voice full of confidence.

"Xiaowan, others don't believe in Dad, don't you still believe it? Those chickens and rabbits, you have seen me cure them with your own eyes, I can sew up the belly of the pheasant, and I can also sew up the flesh and skin of you, without even leaving a scar. ”

The scar was not left, and the eyes on the other half of the face of the small bowl opened: "Okay." ”

…….

…….

The Li family's mansion is right in front of them, and they came back earlier today than yesterday.

"Miss, are you going out tomorrow?" Motoyoshi asked.

Fang Er glanced back at him and felt a little strange, why did Yuan Ji ask like that? Whether to go or not should be ordered by the young lady.

"I'm not going." Li Minglou was in the car.

So his guess was right, Miss should have determined that Ji Liang was Mr. Hunting, and Yuan Ji responded yes.

"One more thing." Li Minglou's voice came again, and the curtain of the car was lifted slightly.

Motoyoshi approached and waited for orders.

"Did the family send my grandmother's filial piety for half a year?" Li Minglou asked.

Li Fengan gave Mrs. Li pension money every six months, and after the accident in the first half of the year, I don't know if I still followed the rules.

"It's late, it's on its way now." Motoyoshi replied.

Li Minglou nodded and lowered the curtain: "You don't have to give that money to grandmother." ”