Jiang Lanqing first cooled down Jiang Jingxuan's acupuncture, and waited until the temperature cooled down before she went to cook, and Lu Yunfeng stayed in front of the bed.

After eating, it was already completely dark, Lu Yunfeng went into the house to take a look at Jiang Jingxuan, and then went back to the side room to sleep, in fact, he wanted to stay in front of the bed, but he was a foreign man, and it was not good to be in a widow's house in the middle of the night, so he could only give up.

Jiang Lanqing heated the sweet potato porridge on the stove and waited until his son woke up to eat it.

When she entered the house, she stood in front of the bed, lighting an oil lamp and carving a small peachwood sword.

The candlelight is sufficient, reflecting her figure on the wall, quiet and beautiful.

"Mother." Before he knew it, Jiang Jingshuo woke up and opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Lanqing who was carefully carved in front of the bed, and called softly.

Jiang Lanqing put down the peachwood sword and carving knife of the first model, raised his hand and touched his son's forehead, and said gently: "Mother's baby is awake?" How does it feel? Hungry? ”

"Much better." Jiang Jingxuan nodded, feeling his deflated stomach: "Hungry." ”

"Mother-in-law will bring you sweet potato porridge." With that, he went out of the house to the kitchen to bring porridge and came back, feeding the children spoonful by spoonful.

Jiang Jingshuo was hungry, and there was nothing left in a bowl of porridge, Jiang Lanqing asked him if he wanted to eat it, and he said that he was full.

"Then you sleep!" Jiang Lanqing asked him to lie down and covered him with a quilt, but he said he couldn't sleep.

Jiang Lan took off his dress and went to bed, hugged him and lay down: "Baby, do you feel uncomfortable?" It's like something is tying you up. ”

"Mother, how do you know?" Jiang Jingxuan looked up at his mother and asked suspiciously.

"My mother guessed, can you tell my mother when she feels this way?" She wanted to know if it was really as Aunt Bao said, Aunt Bao said that there was a cockscomb snake wrapped around her son, and no one could see them, and they couldn't see it if there were female ghosts, and it was all Aunt Bao'er's mouth.

If it was Aunt Bao, where did she learn that she had killed a cockscomb snake! Or it's possible to make up a female ghost.

When Aunt Bao was there, she was heartbroken, and she couldn't think of some things, but now she calms down, and there are many problems.

"It's been a long time since my feet got heavy and I was very tired when I walked." Jiang Jingxuan's temperament is like this, if you are fierce to him, the more he doesn't like to explain, ask him after his attitude softens, and he may be able to tell you.

This is also Jiang Lanqing, if he were someone else, Jiang Jingxuan would not say so much, which also caused his temperament to become a sadomasochistic relationship after he met the woman he liked later.

"Then why didn't you tell your mother?" Jiang Lanqing hugged his son tightly in distress.

The grievances in Jiang Jingxuan's heart disappeared in an instant, and he leaned on Jiang Lanqing's chest: "Mother." ”

"Huh?"

"It really wasn't intentional to break my foot yesterday, someone pushed me behind my back."

"I'm sorry."

Jiang Lanqing knew that he had wronged his son.

Hearing these three gentle words, Jiang Jingxuan's heart warmed, leaning on his mother's arms, closing his eyes, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, and fell asleep after a while.

Hearing the sound of his son's even breathing, Jiang Lanqing also closed his eyes and fell asleep with his son in his arms.

When she woke up the next day, after Jiang Lanqing finished eating, she went to Wafang Village to find poplar saplings, and told her to let them go to the house later, she went to see who had red, yellow, green and black beans, and then went to the neighboring village to buy incense, candles, paper money and spirits.

Yang Shumiao was afraid that she was not familiar with it, so he accompanied her on a trip.