Blood was spilling from the wound, and some of it was solidified.

Fortunately, there were still some herbs at home, which Han Yingxue ground and wiped on Zhao Qishan's wounds.

Han Yingxue was afraid that she would hurt Zhao Qishan, so her fingers touched it gently.

Zhao Qishan looked at the little girl in front of him, and the candlelight reflected her emaciated cheeks. Her smart eyes stared at his wound seriously, cautiously, for fear of hurting him.

Her fingertips were incomparably soft and cool, but Zhao Qishan felt a flame rising from his chest.

The distance between the two people at the moment is very close, and the faint fragrance of Han Yingxue's hair lingers on the tip of Zhao Qishan's nose.

"Cher's ......"

Zhao Qishan opened his lips and called softly.

"What, it hurt you?" Han Yingxue's delicate brows furrowed, she was obviously very light.

"No, no ......"

"Hmph, you deserve it if it hurts, who told you to chop firewood!" Han Yingxue muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Cher, I just want to help you and take on everything with you."

Han Yingxue raised her eyes and met his dark eyes.

He said it very seriously.

Han Yingxue couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. I just felt as if someone had promised her that he would be her dependence.

Han Yingxue's nose was a little sour, don't start, as if she didn't mean to: "If you want to help me, you can recuperate obediently, and then busy me when the injury is healed, don't make trouble for me!"

"Hmmm......"

The next day, it was a more solemn festival in the ancient countryside, the Midyear Festival.

Early in the morning, I heard that many people were busy, and the house of the old Han family was even more lively.

When it came to the Midyear Festival, the eldest family of the Han family and the third family of the Han family rushed back from the town. A room full of people are busy with today's festival.

Han Yingxue got up at a slight light, washed his clothes, had breakfast, and went to the mountain.

There are still many mushrooms that have not yet returned, and they are ready to be picked twice.

It took a day, three trips into the mountains, and the rest of the ordinary mushrooms came back. I left the amount of cooking at noon and evening, and put the rest in the yard to let the sun dry.

Han Yingxue went to the river to catch fish for a few days and came back. Today's luck was better, and I found an old turtle in the water.

The turtle is a great tonic, and the taste of the stew is also very delicious. It's ready to be stewed for Zhao's body.

Now Zhao's face is gradually not as sallow as before, there is a little blood, and the milk is more abundant. This is especially true for several younger siblings.

Han Yingxue was carrying a fish in her hand, and when she walked back, she saw a carriage just stopped at the door of her house. A man in a green shirt got out of the car, still holding something in his hand.

Zhao Ziwen? What is this guy doing at her house?

Han Yingxue walked over quickly and said, "Hey, are you in the wrong place?"

Zhao Ziwen turned around, and after seeing Han Yingxue, his face showed a touch of joy.

"Cher, I'm looking for you!"

Cher? Why is this guy shouting so intimately?

"What?"

"Today's holiday, I brought some things back from town to give to you!" As he spoke, he took out a hen and two catties of pork from his hand.

It's all expensive in the countryside!

"Give it to me? Why? ”

Han Yingxue was a little puzzled.

The so-called is useless, why is this guy so kind to send him so many things?

Why?

Zhao Ziwen was stumped by Han Yingxue's question.

He was also hot-headed, so he bought something and sent it over.

Thinking that today is a holiday, and now that her family is separated, there must be nothing good to eat, so she brought these things over. But you can't say such a reason to Han Yingxue, right?