The bowl was torn apart, and the chicken broth was spilled everywhere.

Just when Miao Huamo was stunned, there was a loud noise at the door.

"Wen Xien!"

This was followed by the hoarse shouts of the man.

Guo Zhenfei's breath suddenly suffocated when he saw this scene, his face was already hideous, and he had never felt fear, as if he had penetrated into the bone marrow and soaked in flesh and blood at this moment.

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The smell of medicine is so strong that it makes people dizzy, and the window has not been opened for a long time.

Wen Xien smelled it for a long time, and then he felt a faint suffocation.

There were still people in the lining room, Wen Xien got out of bed and wanted to open the window, but he didn't expect that before he put on his shoes, his head was swollen and dizzy, and the scene in front of him shook.

"Wen Xien!"

It was the child's hurried voice, and he hurriedly put the medicine in his hand on the table, and helped Wen Xien to the bed to cover the quilt.

Wen Xien sighed silently, and finally didn't say anything, and lay down according to the child's movements.

In just a few days, Wen Xien has lost a lot of weight, she is still so beautiful, but she is getting weaker and weaker from the torture of illness, and the plain clothes that originally fit are also empty, her face is sickly pale, and her lips are more and more red.

She just lay on the bed obediently, her skin was like a snowdrift, and the fine willows were swaying in the wind.

From the moment she woke up, Wen Xien didn't ask herself why she was like this, because she knew her body better than anyone else, and asking it would only leave her sad in vain.

The long eyelashes hang quietly,

is so quiet, like a swan in a desperate situation, arrogant even death can't bring her beauty. The eyes are still so clear and touching.

Miao Hua looked at it in his heart but was extremely uncomfortable, the bowl in his hand was very hot for a short time, and the smell of medicine was also very strong, Miao Hua smelled it every day these days, every time he drank it before giving it to Wen Xien, he would take a sip to see if it was hot, so he knew that this medicine was very bitter and extremely difficult to swallow.

Wen Xien took a quick sip of the medicine, there was still a strong smell of medicine in his mouth, and he was stuffed with a candied fruit in the next second, and the sweet taste was immediately dispelled.

I don't know if this medicine has the effect of helping sleep, Wen Xien got sleepy after drinking it, but he hasn't woken up for long, and he doesn't want to sleep.

"Little Flower."

Wen Xien twisted his head and looked at the child sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes were very calm, like the blue water, stirring up circles of ripples.

The child lowered his head, his head was about to be buried in his chest, and he replied sullenly.

This kid has become more silent these days, and when the two of them stayed together before, they thought they were still a little lively, at least not as gloomy as they were at the beginning.

Wen Xien knew why, she sighed, reached out from the futon and took the child's hand.

Miao Hua paused, then clenched his backhand, his head hanging very low, as if deliberately not letting Wen Xien see his face clearly.

"I'm fine."

Wen Xien said a very pale comfort, she really treated this child as if he was a five-year-old, even if the child's eyes did not look like he was only five years old.

"Everything will be fine, I won't leave you alone."

The gentle voice is like a breeze, blowing away the irritability, but leaving the vicissitudes of life all over the ground.

The child didn't know if he believed her anymore, but he at least lifted his head.

The black, thin and delicate face didn't have much expression, but at that time, a pair of eyes were black like black pearls without emotion and color, dull and dark.

The chin is pointy, and the meat that has been raised with great difficulty has lost weight again.

Wen Xien looked distressed, she raised her hand and touched the child's face, her delicate and fragile brows furrowed, "Why are you thin again?" Didn't you eat well? ”

The small hand clenched the snow-white finger, Miao Hua pursed his lips, his dark eyes were gloomy, as if he would tear apart the calm of the strong pretend at any time.

His voice was dry, as if he hadn't pronounced it for a long time.

"Yes, eat well."

The child is still very well-behaved, he doesn't want Wen Xien to worry about it, he just wants Wen Xien to drink medicine well, treat his illness well, and take care of his body.

Of course, Wen Xien didn't believe what the child said, her eyes fell on the child's face, and there were blue dark circles under her eyes, and she didn't have a good rest when she looked at it.

It's really sensible.

It's really hard to follow her for this child, she is only at such a young age, but she is forced to grow up by this life, she can do anything, and she is a sick child.

In fact, the child is so capable and able to endure hardships, without Wen Xien, he will not starve to death, maybe life is better than now.

Thinking about it this way, it was still her short-lived ghost who dragged down the child, Wen Xien smiled, squeezed outside, and patted the vacant space inside.

"Xiaohua, come up and sleep with me."

Miao Hua barely hesitated, he took off his shoes and got into the quilt.

The bedding was very thick, but Wen Xi'en was still cold after sleeping for so long, and Miao Hua knew that the temperature on Wen Xi'en's body had always been very low.

It's spring now, and it's been raining for several days in a row, and the weather is already getting hotter, so you don't feel cold even if you wear thin clothes.

It is said that people become sensitive to cold before they die, because the metabolism slows down, the blood pressure flows, and the oxygen absorption slows down, resulting in the conversion and transportation of heat energy becoming slower and slower.

The body will get colder and colder.

Miao Hua hugged Wen Xien's slender arm and wrapped Wen Xien's hand impenetrably, he leaned on Wen Xien very closely, and when he entered, he could smell the faint cold fragrance on Wen Xien's body mixed with a strong smell of medicine.

His forehead rested on the thin shoulder that was only bone, and he asked calmly, "Wen Xien, are you cold?" ”

Wen Xien is quite cold, but she is used to it, but she has become more and more cold recently, thinking about this, Wen Xien asked with some doubts: "Fortunately, is it quite cold outside." ”

She remembered that it had rained in the previous few days, perhaps because the temperature had dropped a little, so she felt colder than usual.

Miao Hua didn't answer Wen Xi'en's question immediately, he was very close to Wen Xi'en, and he was trying in vain to pass on his temperature to the people next to him.

Wen Xien waited for a long time, maybe not for a long time, that is, she was a little sleepy, but she didn't want to fall asleep so soon, but after all, she couldn't resist the thick sleepiness, and her long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly.

In a trance, it was as if she felt something soft and dry touch her neck.

Then came the soft voice of a child.

"Yes, it's cold outside, so ...... Don't open the window, it's windy. ”

Wen Xien barely woke up a little, she turned her head to face the child, she wanted to say something, but she didn't have the strength.

(End of chapter)