Sister-in-law from a poor family

Chapter 39
The person who was fine just a moment ago is suddenly convulsing while leaning on the firewood.

Qin Mianmian was so frightened that she hurried forward to take a look.

It was already hot, but now something was wrong, and big beads of sweat were pouring out of Fu Jingbo's head.

He bit his lip tightly. He couldn't tell where the discomfort was, but his whole body felt uncomfortable at first glance.

"Fu Jingbo, what's wrong with you?" Qin Mianmian touched his forehead.

His face was pale and his forehead was cold, as if he had suddenly lost his temperature.

But I was sweating profusely again.

She had never seen such symptoms before, and she didn't know what to do for a while, so she could only scream.

"Fu Jingbo, can you hear me?"

"If you can't tell where you feel uncomfortable, show me with your fingers."

She was very patient and talked to him like a child.

He was anxious at first, but he didn't expect that after Fu Jingbo heard what she said, his eyes that were a little dazed suddenly lighted up.

He raised his hand hanging by his side and grasped Qin Mianmian's arm tightly.

His usually stiff expression was cracking a little, his brows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him, as if asking for help.

Qin Mianmian put her slender hand on the back of his hand, anxious but not sure how to help him.

"Tell me where you feel uncomfortable." She coaxed patiently and asked in a low voice.

Finally, after asking for the umpteenth time, Fu Jingbo raised his other hand and placed it on his temple.

"It hurts, it hurts." The deep voice was mature and hoarse, but as helpless as a child.

Only then did Qin Mianmian realize his pain, but he was tall and her body had suffered from malnutrition since childhood, so there was no way she could carry him on her back.

She had no choice but to gently press Fu Jingbo's temple with one hand and rub it in circles.

"Is this better?" she asked again.

Fu Jingbo said nothing, but it was easy to see from his expression that gently rubbing his temples was effective.

Qin Mianmian could only rub it with one hand because he was holding one arm.

"Let me go and I'll rub it for you, maybe it'll feel better, okay?" She didn't dare to pull away directly, but asked first.

Probably because rubbing it worked, Fu Jingbo reacted quickly when he heard about it this time and let go of her arm directly.

He turned to grab the corner of her clothes and squeezed tightly, as if he could find some sense of security in this way.

Qin Mianmian didn't know how long she had been squatting next to some firewood. She only knew that when her legs felt so numb that she couldn't stand up, Fu Jingbo's face gradually regained some color.

She was always observing, and when she saw that the other person looked a little more relaxed, she quickly asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Fu Jingbo blinked, and that clear stupidity crept into his eyes again.

"Yeah." He groaned, and then said: "A little."

"So it's much better, but it still hurts a little?"

"Ah."

"Okay, let's go home first. Let's go to the town early tomorrow to see the doctor and see what's going on." She let go of her hand and took him to prepare to go home.

But Fu Jingbo did not move. Instead, he grabbed her arm with his backhand and pulled her down hard after she had already stood up and bent over.

The man was half leaning on the firewood, and his leaning posture caused Qin Mianmian to stumble into his arms.

In fact, he didn't use much force, but Qin Mianmian's legs were numb from squatting and she was a little unsteady, and she became like this after being pulled like this.

"It hurts." A dull hum with a thick nasal sound reached Qin Mianmian's ears.

She even felt the other person's breath hitting her hair. She didn't know why, but her heart suddenly started beating wildly.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked, raising her head. "Yeah." Fu Jingbo said again.

Qin Mianmian was helpless. The person who had just made peace with her just now began to feel pain again.

What should I do? I can only continue to rub it.

This person couldn't leave. She couldn't leave a person with the intelligence of a child on the mountain.

But she didn't expect that she would rub it until it turned dark.

All around were the sounds of crickets, toads, and other sounds, and some birds that screamed pitifully began to sing, which made people feel uncomfortable.

After asking several times, he still said it hurt, and Qin Mianmian couldn't help it.

"Why don't you go home and rub it again, if it hurts. Look, it's getting dark. Mom and dad should be worried if we don't go back."

She originally thought that Fu Jingbo would groan again and she would have to coax him for a while.

Unexpectedly, the man hummed, took her hand and stood up.

Regardless of the firewood chopped on the ground, the two of them hurried home while they could still see the road.

When leaving, Qin Mianmian always felt that something was not right.

She had asked this man many times before. He kept complaining that his head still hurt. Why could he suddenly walk so fast again?
Is he afraid of the dark?

Because I was afraid of the dark, I endured my headache and rushed home quickly!

Well, that fits his idea of ​​a child's intelligence.

After all, some children are not afraid of the dark.

At home, Futian and his wife had already prepared dinner waiting for them.

When it got dark and there was no sign of the two of them, Fu Chen took Fangfang to guard the entrance of the courtyard.

"Mom, why haven't my brother and sister come back? They won't be picked up by the tiger."

Fangfang looked in the direction where they were, her slightly childish voice full of worry.

"No, your sister-in-law and brother can hunt wild boars now." Fu Chen whispered.

Even though she said that, she didn't know what to say.

Of course, tigers and wild boars cannot be compared, and she also heard Qin Mianmian say that the wild boar was not killed by beating, but was tied up with a rope first before they could knock it unconscious.

Although she had never heard of tigers hurting people around here, she knew that there were tigers in the mountains farther away.

If there is nothing to eat in the mountains, it is not impossible for the tiger to go outside.

Once an idea is born, it can easily get out of control.

Not long after comforting Fangfang, the image of Qin Mianmian and Fu Jingbo being chased by a ferocious tiger appeared in her mind.

Suddenly a chill came from my heart, and then turned into cold sweat.

"No, I have to go find them." She gritted her teeth, turned around and went back to the house to prepare the torch.

It was just dark, and the moon in the sky, which was thinner than a human hair, didn't work at all.

When Fu Tianyi heard that she was going to the mountains to find Fu Jingbo, they didn't say much, they just helped her hold the torch.

“Don’t worry, although his mind is like that of a child now, his skills are still there.

This is the case for people who practice martial arts. Even if they don't use it normally, their instinct will force them to use it when encountering a life or death situation.

Moreover, he is born with supernatural powers. If he really encounters a tiger, he can give it a try no matter how hard he tries. "

"That's a tiger. Do you think it's a pig raised by some family?" Fu Chen couldn't listen at all, rolled her eyes at him and retorted with a trembling voice.

(End of this chapter)