blue shirt oath

Chapter 223 A Family of Three

Two full hours passed before Song Guichen came out of the room.

Li Cui asked anxiously, "Is my father okay?"

"I gave him injections and some medicine to put him to sleep."

Seeing Painter Li's appearance, Song Guichen felt very uncomfortable, not for Painter Li, but for the young Li Cui.

She knelt down, patted Li Cui's cheek, and smiled: "Believe me, with my sister, your father's leg injury and drug addiction will be cured!"

Li Cui was dubious, not because he doubted Sister Song's medical skills, but because he didn't believe that his father could really be cured.

For as long as I can remember, my father has been like this.

When he was awake, he could teach him to read a few words and draw a few pictures. When he was not awake, the room was filled with smoke and smoke, and it smelled like poppies.

"Thank you, Sister Song, today." Li Cui thanked politely, and took a deep look at the main house, "I'm going to visit my father."

After he entered the house, Song Guichen took a lot of medicine from the medicine box and gave it to Third Sister Chang, and told her that if Painter Li got sick again, he would directly force him to take medicine to calm him down.

Third Sister Chang said: "Miss Song, who is Painter Li?"

"The injury on his leg has been a serious illness for many years. Although it is difficult to cure, it is not impossible. It's just this poppy, which is difficult to get rid of."

Song Guichen sighed, and silently glanced around the small courtyard. The room was not small, obviously it was the real estate of his ancestors, and it was cleaned cleanly and in an orderly manner, probably due to Third Sister Chang's contribution.

The third sister Chang tearfully prayed: "A Cui is a poor child, he only has one relative, Painter Li, and Sister Song must find a way to save Painter Li."

Man proposes, God disposes.

Song Guichen has always been a Buddhist, and this is the first time he has such an urgent need to save someone.

"Don't worry, I will find a way." Song Guichen firmly promised, "I will definitely cure Painter Li."

For several days, Song Guichen ran to Li's house every day.

There was no one there early in the morning, and I returned to the bamboo garden at night when it was dark.

Du Qingshan was also often called by Kou Xiang to go to the Jiedu Mansion to discuss the matter of returning to Beijing, and almost only Uncle Wu and Du Qi were left in the bamboo garden during the day.

The old and the young had nothing to talk about. After staring at each other for a long time, Du Qi silently went back to the study to read a book, while Uncle Wu walked from the kitchen to the front yard restlessly, and then walked around the front yard. When I go to the back kitchen, I always feel weak.

Although Xiaochen has already prepared their meals for the day.

But in this spacious yard, without the little girl, it seemed too quiet.

Du Qi's old boy was like a stuffy gourd, he didn't say a word all day long, which made Uncle Wu uncomfortable, so he had to talk to himself, sometimes singing and shouting loudly.

Trying to interrupt the kid reading in the study.

However, Du Qi turned a deaf ear to the movement outside.

Uncle Wu leaned against the door of the study and said seductively: "Ah Qi, it's idle anyway, Uncle Wu will teach you martial arts."

"After learning Uncle Wu's unique technique, no one can bully you, and you can protect the people you want to protect."

"How? Learn or not? Uncle Wu, I never teach others easily? Your sister Song once begged me to teach her the disguise technique, but I didn't even teach her."

"Ah Qi? Did you hear me?. Are you still inside?"

Uncle Wu said that his throat was dry, but Du Qi still didn't say a word, as cold as a stone sculpture.

If Uncle Wu hadn't heard the conversation between him and Xiaochen a few days ago, he would have wondered if the child was dumb.

The two brothers of the Du family were really carved out of the same mold.

It's fine if Du Qingshan doesn't learn from his Wu family's unique knowledge, and Du Qi is not moved at all.

Uncle Wu sighed and sat on the stone steps at the door, leaning against the eaves pillars and taking a nap.

After a long time, Du Qi in the study didn't hear the sound outside, looked at the closed door suspiciously, got up with a frown, and opened the door.

I happened to see Uncle Wu drooling.

Du Qi showed a disgusted expression.

He came over and patted the other person's face.

"Go back to sleep."

Uncle Wu, who was half asleep and half awake, subconsciously smacked his mouth: "Huh?"

Du Qi: "It's cold, go back to sleep."

Uncle Wu was confused: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way, I have to watch Ah Qi, I promised my son, I have to take good care of him"

Du Qi: I really don't know who is taking care of whom
With all his strength, he pulled Uncle Wu into the study, found another quilt to cover him, and let out a deep breath of exhaustion.

Looking at the gray sky outside the window, Du Qi thought to himself, this day is getting more and more bleak.

At this time last year, it was snowing heavily, and he, Du Zhong and other guards hid in the wilderness, and couldn't even find a bite to eat.

When he felt that he was about to starve to death, he met a family of kind-hearted hunters and made them a pot of hot snake soup.

Du Qi looked at the gloomy sky, but he didn't notice Du Qingshan who came back from Jiedu Mansion.

Du Qingshan looked at his younger brother's thin back, and felt as if his heart had been hit by something. He always felt that Ah Qi had too much grievance in his heart. If he didn't say anything, it would be difficult for others to approach and understand.

"A Qi."

Du Qi frowned, showing an extremely bright smile, turned around, and ran towards Du Qingshan.

"What is Ah Qi thinking? Do you want to be so obsessed?"

Du Qi pointed to the Clivia by the window, which bloomed a funnel-shaped orange-red flower. Du Qingshan smiled: "The Clivia is blooming."

Du Qi nodded vigorously.

Fearing that he would get bored at home, Du Qingshan decided to take him out for a walk.

Looking at the sky, it was almost dark, and Xiaochen should be coming back soon, so he could just drop by to pick her up.

As usual, Du Qi had no attitude, and he nodded happily whenever Du Qingshan said anything.

Du Qingshan thought distressedly, Ah Qi was not like this before.

Ah Qi used to be picky. He had a clear plan for what to eat and what to do. If someone suddenly appeared and interrupted his plan, he would be very unhappy.

Now Ah Qi was shaking his head besides nodding, which made Du Qingshan a little uncertain about his thoughts.

The two were walking on a street with few pedestrians, and happened to meet Song Guichen who had come back from Li's house. She was exhausted, and when she saw Du Qingshan and the two, she immediately smiled and walked over quickly.

"Ah Qi, did you come to pick me up on purpose?"

Du Qi nodded with a smile, and naturally placed the other hand in Song Guichen's palm, holding Du Qingshan with one hand and Song Guichen with the other, and walked back together.

Quite a bit like a family of three.

Song Guichen asked casually: "The date of Mr. Kou's return to Beijing has been fixed?"

"Well, it's fixed, Dongyue 24."

"Dongyue 24, isn't it just four days later?" Song Guichen frowned and rubbed the space between his brows.

"Painter Li's condition is very difficult?"

"It's not difficult." Song Guichen sighed, "It's just that Painter Li wanted to die, and he refused to cooperate with the treatment no matter what."

"Poor A Cui and Sisi, guarding Painter Li all night and all night, afraid that he will not think about it and will directly seek death. Although I can temporarily stun him with medicine, it is not a long-term solution after all."

　At the beginning of the water, I actually hope that everyone will not watch and cover their faces
　　
　
(End of this chapter)