Fang Jinnian put pen to paper and checked the results and quickly gave the answer.

Song Yiqing nodded in surprise: "Yes, the result is correct." ”

She took a few more words for him.

Fang Jinnian wrote unequivocally, not only without mistakes, but also with beautiful handwriting.

Song Yiqing smiled with satisfaction, and then asked, "Isn't there a question that you can't do?" ”

Fang Jinnian replied almost without thinking: "No." ”

Although he is only in elementary school now, he is in. Under the guidance of a private tutor, he has already begun to study junior high school courses.

Song Yiqing looked at him and sighed secretly in his heart, his progress was indeed great.

Previously he knew almost nothing about this knowledge, but now he is not only fluent in answers, but also quick to respond.

Song Yiqing touched his head and said to Fang Jinnian: "It seems that you have been studying really hard recently." ”

After hearing this, a trace of joy flashed in Fang Jinnian's eyes: "Mom, I will continue to work hard." ”

The time spent together is always short, even if Fang Jinnian doesn't want to lie in bed anymore, the sun has set.

This is the end of a pleasant day.

The warm light of the early morning adds a touch of life to this early summer.

Everyone got up early and prepared to see her off.

"I'm leaving, Fang Jinnian."

Song Yiqing said softly, with reluctance in her eyes.

Fang Jinnian looked at her and didn't speak.

He had been playing with him for a day and had delayed his trip by a day.

He couldn't stumble her feet any longer.

He smiled and said, "Mom, I will wait for you here, take good care of yourself, and I won't let you worry." ”

Such a sensible son made her heart sour and astringent.

"I know you've always been sensible. I will come back to pick you up as soon as possible, and until then, you have to listen to your uncle and take good care of yourself. ”

"I will, don't worry." Fang Jinnian assured.

She turned her head and said to Luo Tiegen: "I handed over Jinnian to you, call me if you have something, if you don't have time, go to your uncle, if you can't do it, go to the compound to find Qi Xun." ”

There are many people in the provincial capital who will help, and he doesn't have to worry too much.

Luo Tiegen's eyes seemed to be foggy, and the house became deserted again in an instant when it was lively two days ago.

"Auntie. Don't worry, I'll take care of Jinnian. ”

"Then I'll go first, goodbye."

Song Yiqing gently hugged the two of them, then stood up and prepared to leave.

Fang Jinnian looked at her back as she was about to leave, and silently prayed in her heart, hoping that everything would go well and she would return safely.

On the other side, Fang Huai'an fell into a nightmare in the middle of the night.

Fang Huai'an's dream is like an old movie, constantly playing in his mind.

He dreamed that Song Yiqing was back, and that beautiful and gentle woman, with a delicate love, brought him a bottle of mysterious ointment.

In the dream, Song Yiqing smiled, and those eyes as bright as stars illuminated Fang Huai'an's heart.

She handed him the bottle of ointment, one he had never seen before, and it shone with a mysterious light, like a star in a winter night.

"This is the best ointment," Song Yiqing said, her voice soft and deep, "it can heal all the scars on your body." ”

Fang Huai'an smiled in his dream, the ointment is not important, the important thing is her person.

In the depths of his love, he woke up before he touched the person in front of him.

The dark environment is deserted.

He realized that it was just a dream, a long-lost, nostalgic dream.

He laughed at himself, he missed Song Yiqing so much, so his brain created this beautiful scene.

However, when he turned to look at the head of the bed, he was surprised to find that there was indeed a bottle of ointment there.

It lay there quietly, just like the bottle that Song Yiqing handed him in his dream.

His heart pounded, and he reached for the bottle of ointment. It's cool to the touch, exactly like what you feel in a dream. He looked at the bottle of ointment and felt great wonder and joy.

Could it be that Song Yiqing is really back?

Fang Huai'an looked around excitedly in the room, whispering Song Yiqing's name.

His eyes sparkled with anticipation and anxiety.

accidentally bumped into the corner of the sofa in the dark, and the sound of the sofa moving woke up Fang Limin and Qi Hui in their sleep?

The two opened the door with sleepy eyes and looked at Fang Huai'an: "It's so late, what's wrong?" ”

"Xiaoqing seems to be back, and a bottle of ointment suddenly appeared in my room."

They saw him holding the bottle of ointment in his hand as if he were holding a treasure.

She was startled by his actions and looked at him suspiciously.

She was pretty sure no one was coming to their house tonight: "Xiaoqing is back?" ”

"It should be! Look at this! Fang Huai'an said excitedly, his voice echoing in the silent room.

Qi Hui took the ointment, looking at Fang Huai'an's excited appearance, she couldn't help laughing: "How are you sure that this is put in your room by Xiaoqing?" ”

Fang Huai'an excitedly recounted his dream while looking at the ointment in Qi Hui's hand.

But after hearing this, Qi Hui shook her head and said, "This is not our family's thing, I don't know where this came from." ”

Fang Limin took the ointment and looked at it carefully.

His eyes were full of doubts and worries. "What is this?" He asked, "We have to be careful about something that someone appears." ”

Fang Huai'an's heart tightened, and he was worried that his dream was shattered.

He looked at Fang Limin's face and seriously thought about what he said.

If Song Yiqing really came back, it should appear at this time.

But after chatting for so long, they didn't see her.

Fang Huai'an's heart fell little by little.

Fang Limin's words directly knocked him into the ice cave: "Maybe it's poisonous." ”

Fang Huai'an was stunned, he suddenly felt a deep sense of disappointment.

He remembered his dream, Song Yiqing's gentle voice, and the mysterious ointment......

He looked at the bottle of ointment in his hand, not knowing what to do with it.

Qi Hui looked at Fang Huai'an's helpless expression and made a suggestion.

"Why don't we find Lang Zhong, who treated you before, to judge whether this plaster is poisonous or not?"

Fang Huai'an looked at this ointment with a frown.

"I'll go find Lang Zhong tomorrow to check," Qi Hui said to herself, "This may be a good ointment for wound healing and scarring." ”

Fang Limin didn't refute, but he had a different opinion in his heart.

Fang Huaian raised his head and looked at Qi Hui with some confusion.

In the end, he nodded: "Let's ask Lang Zhong to check it out, so that even if you want to use it, you can rest assured." ”

Qi Hui smiled and said, "Yes, I'll go tomorrow." ”

The three returned to their rooms and continued to sleep.

Fang Huai'an tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Song Yiqing has been back for many days, so busy that she rarely even makes a phone call.

He didn't want to bother with his time rashly.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and he mentally painted her image with endless longing.