Hard work

Chapter 11 Mr. Langzhong 【Third watch】

"Follow the people in the village and call me Yang Langzhong."

Lan Huaer timidly agreed.

It's not that she wants to show weakness and be cute on purpose, but her body is really as soft as noodles boiled in boiling water. Sitting like this already seems to have expended all the strength on her body, and she really doesn't have the intention to straighten her body.

What's more, isn't she just a child now, no matter how pitifully she pretends, Mr.—oh, no, Langzhong Yang—will forgive her.

Lan Huaer cheered herself up in her heart.

Yang Langzhong seems to be a person who loves to laugh, he is always gentle, and he reaches out to touch Lan Hua'er's forehead.After touching it for a while, he said:
"It's still a little hot. You should lie down and rest first, the medicine will be ready after a while."

Lan Hua'er agreed and lay down.

She wanted to close her eyes and rest, but she felt that it was not good to leave someone there alone.She really wasn't afraid that Mr. Yang would have some unruly thoughts.

They were all acquaintances in the village, and her family didn't even have any money, and she was only five years old.Others have pasted herbal medicines to cure your illness, so what kind of bad intentions can you have?

It's nothing more than a feeling that it's embarrassing to leave Mr. Langzhong dry.

Yang Langzhong took a spoonful of water and drank it bluntly, then went back to check the medicine.

She thought for a long time before picking a topic at random:

"Have you eaten, sir?"

After all, I'm not used to calling Langzhong.

Yang Langzhong took a look at her, and felt that this little girl was really funny:
"I took it at Brother Fugui's house. You lie down well, and if you can't sleep, you close your eyes and rest for a while. I will call you when the medicine is finished."

Lan Hua'er suddenly felt even more embarrassed.

She has already troubled other people's family to help call the doctor, and took care of Goudan, and she even asked others to help cook for her husband.

Yang Langzhong probably saw that she was not sleepy at all, so he sat at the end of the bed and whispered to her:

"I also know that your home is not full, but you can't be so anxious. Gaihua has been doing things outside, and everyone in the village takes care of each other, so you will never let you live with the dog. You are now down. , think about what Goudan will do. If you have been ill for a long time, how dare you tell everyone to go to the town to talk to Gaihua."

It's not that Lan Hua'er doesn't understand this truth.

She naturally knew that she was so ill now that Goudan couldn't even drink hot water.

If it weren't for Goudan's cleverness, she didn't know when she would be discovered when she lay down this time.

Thinking about it this way, she suddenly sensed danger.It is precisely because I have died once that I feel more awe and fear of death.

It is really about to come quietly, and there is no room for anyone to prepare for it.

"I, I know, it's just..."

Yang Langzhong immediately interrupted her:

"You don't really know. People in the village, when did you hear a word from you? I see you in a doctor today, and you are still thinking about how to return the gift, don't you. You are really an embarrassing child."

Orchid wanted to sigh.

Can this love not be repaid?Once or twice, it is love for others to help you, and reason for not helping you, and it is not appropriate.If her family's situation is good and she only speaks occasionally, she is of course willing to speak.

The problem is that she doesn't know if she opened her mouth this time, whether it will be the same situation again next time, or worse.

Who doesn't want to eat, who doesn't have a home of his own.People don't belong to you.

Yang Langzhong stretched out his hand and patted her through the quilt:

"Take care of yourself."

She gave a small "hmm" as a promise.

Yang Langzhong went to the back, brought the medicine over in a while, and wanted to feed her.

Lan Hua'er reached out to take it by herself, saying that she could drink it herself.

Seeing her like this, Yang Langzhong deliberately frightened her, saying:

"This medicine is very bitter."

She wanted to say "good medicine tastes bitter", but suddenly thought how could she understand this as Lan Hua'er, so she quickly swallowed the words that came to her lips, pursed her lips and turned into a medicine bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

It's not too bitter, there must be no Coptis chinensis.

When she was young, she also had a fever.

Because the elders in the family are Chinese medicine practitioners, she seldom uses Western medicine, and uses Chinese medicine to recuperate slowly every time.

The ones in the bowl are no more bitter than those in the past.

It's just that there was medicine dregs at the bottom of the bowl, so she kept a sip and didn't finish it.

Yang Langzhong looked at Lan Hua'er with a little admiration in his eyes, and passed a small ladle of water over - Lan Hua'er didn't have anything else at home, so he could only rinse his mouth with water.

After drinking the medicine, Lan Hua'er lay on the bed and watched Yang Langzhong pack up everything, and then came to ask her:
"Are you hungry?"

She felt it for a while, and felt that the position on her chest was solid, as if something was pressing on it, her mouth was full of sour and fishy-sweet taste, she really didn't have any appetite at all, so she shook her head slowly, saying that she was not hungry.

But Doctor Yang still said that after taking the medicine, it is best to eat something to suppress the medicine.

Yang Langzhong naturally wouldn't cook porridge for her now.

She heard Yang Langzhong go out, and greeted Uncle Fu Gui and Aunt Lin next door.

Faint voices came in.

He asked Goudan if he had fallen asleep, and said that Lan Huaer had woken up and asked for a bowl of hot porridge.

Uncle Fugui's voice was vague and unclear, but Mrs. Lin's voice was clearer. She muttered a few pitiful words and replied to Langzhong Yang, saying that it's no trouble. The girl Yuanxiao gave her a gift, which is always a good thing.

Lan Hua'er's nose felt a little sore.

She should be thankful that the neighbors around here are sincerely kind to her.

When Yang Langzhong came in with hot porridge, he saw Lan Huaer hugging the quilt sobbing, he was startled, put down the bowl in a hurry, and went to take her pulse:

"Is Lan Hua uncomfortable?"

She choked up and shook her head, feeling ashamed herself, but couldn't stop crying.

Yang Langzhong cut the pulse and found that although the pulse was weak, it was very stable, so he was relieved.I thought, maybe this girl misses her father and brother.It is said that people are particularly weak when they are sick.

Not only physically weak, but also weak in heart, always feeling empty and uncomfortable.

He reached out and patted Lan Huaer's back, softened his voice, and said:

"Stop crying. Drink the porridge and get a good night's sleep. You are not safe here, and there is nothing wrong in the village. I will stay with you tonight."

When Lan Huaer heard this, she almost forgot to cry.

Let her sleep on a kang with a big man?

But she immediately remembered that she was only five years old in this body, and Yang Langzhong was in his thirties, and neither of them was on the same backup.Men and women are all over the age of seven or eight.

Whoever asked her to burn such a kang alone in her house, she couldn't let Mr. Langzhong sleep on the cold kang after a busy day.

She nodded obediently, stopped crying, drank the porridge, and fell asleep in a daze.

Be sure to give back to these people.

Lan Huaer's dream is full of these words.

(End of this chapter)