Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 459 Who Is He 1
Zhang Bo glanced at Cheng Huan, and Cheng Huan was looking at Master Cheng without blinking. Every time Master Cheng saw her, he greeted her with a smile, but he didn't realize how close he was. Shocked.　
"Uncle Zhang, you must heal Master Cheng!" Cheng Huan raised his head and looked at Zhang Bo seriously. Looking forward to, in the end, they were not willing to break their hopes.

"Zixia, go and make some ginger tea and come in. Master Cheng is suffering from the cold and needs to get rid of the cold!" Zhang Bo looked at Zixia and ordered in a low voice.

After hearing the words, Zixia hurriedly turned around and walked outside, saying as she walked, "Ms. Cheng is suffering, I'll bring it!"

After saying that, she left the room, Cheng Huan took a step back after hearing the words, and looked at Zhang Bo quietly, with tears in her eyes, she turned around and ran out of the room.

Although Zhang Bo didn't say what he meant directly, she already knew in her heart that for such a seriously ill patient, how could it be enough to just drive out the cold.

Zixia hurried into the kitchen, while Xiao Linzi stayed in front of Master Cheng, and saw Cheng Huan standing quietly in the yard through the thin paper waves on the window.

Nothing can fool this child!

He lowered his head and sighed and stepped out of the house. When he reached the middle of the courtyard, Cheng Huan turned his back to him, with his head slightly lowered towards the ground. Zhang Bo quickly walked a few steps to Cheng Huan's body, and a suppressed whining sound came to him gently. ears.

"It's none of your business, no one wants to do this!" Zhang Bo stood there and comforted him in a low voice, that's all he can say now.

"Uncle Zhang, there's nothing you can do about it?" Cheng Huan couldn't stop crying. She didn't know why she couldn't help it. Maybe it was because Master Cheng was really kind to her.

Zhang Bo shook his head, and Cheng Huan asked again: "Isn't it okay if you can find blood ginseng?"

Zhang Bo said helplessly: "Huan'er, don't talk nonsense, let's go there to find blood ginseng, hey! During the Chinese New Year this year, we will all come to Master Cheng's house, let him be lively, there will always be a day!"

"Uncle Zhang, didn't you say that you can live for a year or two? You mean that it would be good to survive the Chinese New Year this year?" Cheng Huan asked in fear after listening to Zhang Bo's subtext.

Zhang Bo looked at Cheng Huan, such a smart girl, nothing could escape her ears, he didn't want to say it but knew he couldn't fool her, so he nodded slightly at last.

With his nod, Cheng Huan's tears flowed even more fiercely. If it wasn't for him, Master Cheng wouldn't be angry with Zixia, and wouldn't be sick. If it wasn't for her, Master Cheng wouldn't go into the mountains in the rain, and wouldn't catch the cold again.

It was all her fault for killing Master Cheng. Cheng Huan squatted on the ground in unbearable grief, biting his red lips tightly, and weeping.

Zhang Bo also felt uncomfortable. How could he not know the feeling of parting from his relatives? If he had a way, he would not have let his wife die in the first place.

"Okay, Huan'er, don't cry, don't worry your mother!" Zhang Bo persuaded, looked up at the door of the room, and happened to see Xu Ruyun standing at the door with a serious face.

Cheng Huan raised his head and glanced at Zhang Bo, then turned back to look at the door, and when he saw Xu Ruyun got up, he ran to Xu Ruyun, hugged her tightly, and cried even harder.

Seeing Cheng Huan so sad, Xu Ruyun felt equally uncomfortable in her heart. She patted Cheng Huan's shoulder lightly, "Huan'er, go in, Master Cheng definitely wants to see you!"

(End of this chapter)