sweet wife little confused

Chapter 198

"Madam..." At this time, a servant girl hurried in from outside the door. An Xiu'er put down the needle, only to hear the servant girl say: "Madam, just now someone from your uncle's family said that Master An fell down."

"Ah!" An Xiu'er heard the servant girl say this, she stood up quickly and said, "Is my father alright?"

"It shouldn't be a big deal." The little girl said this, but her tone was unassuming, obviously she didn't know the real situation.

An Xiu'er didn't ask her any more, but hurriedly asked someone to prepare the carriage, and went to see it herself.

When she came to An's house, Father An was already lying on the bed. An Xiu'er hadn't come to An's house for a while. Seeing Father An's appearance at this moment, she was startled. She covered her mouth, sad Said: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing serious, I just fell down." When Father An saw An Xiu'er approaching, a smile appeared on his sallow face.

He struggled to stand up, but was pushed down by Mrs. Liang, An Xiu'er told Father An to have a good rest, turned around and left the room, weeping uncontrollably.

"Mother, what's going on? Daddy, why did he become like this?" An Xiu'er asked in a low voice. Today's Daddy An is older than the one she saw before. His face is sallow, his eyes are cloudy, his whole body People exude a rotten smell, and they look like they are dying.

"Your father wasn't in good health a while ago and has been sick all the time." Mrs. Liang sighed and said, "Last time I discussed with him to live with you, but he was stubborn and refused to go back to the countryside. Who knows if I fell down, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover for the time being."

"It's not urgent to go back to the country. Why did Dad suddenly fall down? Didn't I send someone to take care of him?" Last time An Xiu'er discussed with Mrs. Liang, saying that they should all live in their own yard. Father refused, and later she felt a little worried, so she also sent two maids to take care of Father An and Mrs. Liang, logically speaking, he shouldn't have fallen.

"This is also done by your father. He is not used to being served. He insists on doing things by himself. I have no choice. It is useless to persuade him. It rained yesterday. At noon today, he said he wanted to eat cabbage. He insisted on doing it by himself." I went to cut in the field, but I slipped on the road with the cabbage and fell on my leg."

When Liang said this, her eyes were a little red. Father An had been with her for so many years, and she also felt very uncomfortable seeing him lying on the bed moaning in pain.

"Oh." An Xiu'er sighed, and said: "If I had known, I wouldn't let you grow these things. Anyway, our family is not short of money for this vegetable now. I said last time, what kind of vegetables are in my village?" It’s always raining, as long as you say it, someone will bring it to you.”

"I know." Mrs. Liang nodded, and said, "You have people bring it to you every day, and we can't finish it, but your father is also strange, he just wants to eat what he grows. Do you think he is his own?" do?"

"I can understand what Daddy thinks." An Xiu'er sighed again. Originally, she was worried that the two old people would be bored at home, so she allowed them to turn the back garden into a vegetable field. Who knew that such a thing would happen, I knew it would happen. At the beginning, she didn't allow them to grow vegetables no matter what.

"It's all fate. When people are old, no one will bump into each other." Liang said.

An Xiu'er nodded, still feeling a little uncomfortable.

Mrs. Dong made tea for her, but she didn't want to drink it either, but went back to her room to see how Papa An was doing.

Father An was covered with a thick quilt, lying on the bed and dozed off. When he saw An Xiuer approaching, he slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his dry hand, and An Xiuer grasped it.

Father An's voice was hoarse and rough, as if something was stuck in his throat, and he spoke in a very low voice: "Xiu'er, don't worry about me, I'm fine, when I was young, I was beaten more often than this But it’s too much, and it’s nothing to worry about, it’s a shame to be able to lie on the bed even if you just slip and fall casually.”

"You still think you are young!" Liang blamed aside, she was also worried about the situation of old man An, "People at this age don't know how to take good care of themselves, and now they are lying on the bed. Okay?"

"It's all my fault." Hearing Liang's accusation, Father An apologized to her like a child, Liang gave him a blank look, and didn't say much.

An Xiu'er stretched out another hand, held his hands together, and then asked: "Mother said you were sick, why didn't you tell me?"

This hand is drier than before, the meridians and blood vessels on the hand are bulging, and the skin is black and yellow, which looks a little scary.

Father An himself looked indifferent, and said: "It's just a small problem, contracted the cold, and people are getting older, so it's unavoidable."

"It's cold, you need to put on more clothes and take good care of yourself." An Xiu'er heard what Father An said, put his hand back under the quilt and touched his quilt. Except for Tang Pozi's place where it is warm and harmonious, other places are a bit cold.

"Mother, let's light a fire for Dad." An Xiu'er said, "It's getting cold, it's time to light up the brazier."

"I'm going to give birth now." Dong Shi who was on the side answered.

In fact, although it is cold now, it is not yet the coldest time. When I was in the countryside, I didn't light a brazier now, so An's family also formed this habit.

"It's not cold in the room, so there's no need to bother." Father An coughed twice as he said.

"It's not cold, why are you coughing again?" An Xiu'er was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she pulled up his quilt a little, but at this moment, he was coughing more and more violently.

An Xiu'er could only help him up and pat him on the back lightly, but Father An was still coughing violently, as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs. An Xiu'er looked a little scared, and thought that he He just fell to his leg, but he didn't know that he was already so seriously ill.

Seeing An Xiu'er's anxious face, Father An waved his hands and said, "It's just coughing, it's an old problem, it's okay."

"He said it's okay, coughing so badly, have you consulted a doctor yet?" An Xiu'er asked.

"Please, the doctor also prescribed medicine, but it didn't work." Liang replied.

"Don't worry, I will take care of myself." Father An finally stopped coughing, and replied, "I still want to watch my grandson grow up."

When An Xiu'er heard his words, she felt inexplicably sad. Seeing that Father An was getting better, she helped him to lie down under the quilt again. She helped him tuck the quilt and let him have a good rest, and then went out again.

An Xiu'er and Mrs. Liang were sitting in the main room chatting. Mrs. Liang talked about some things about Mrs. An, saying that his health is not recovering now, he has been ill for more than half a month, and now he has a fall, which is even worse .

He also said that he is not very full of energy and blood now. He used to be hot all night, but now they don't use Mrs. Tang to sleep at night, and they don't sleep at all.

Time is really a cruel knife, cutting all good things into pieces.

An Xiu'er listened to Mrs. Liang's chatter, and felt sore in her heart. Father An was so strong in the past. In winter, he never used Mrs. Tang. His own body was a big heater. When she was a child, she would sleep until midnight in winter, and would crawl into her parents' bed, because she would feel warm by leaning against her father.

Later she grew up, but he was getting old.

He is responsible for this family, and he seems to be aging very quickly, almost changing every year, and this year, he has become such an old look.

An Xiu'er felt that it was her fault, he must have been worrying about her during this time, otherwise there would be no worries at home, logically speaking, he would get better, but he was getting older.

"I'll go back first, and I'll send some medicinal materials tonight." After listening to Mrs. Liang's rambling for a long time, An Xiuer ordered the two servant girls to take good care of the two old people, and then went to see Old Man An, and then went back.

Sitting in the carriage, she still had the appearance of Father Ann in her mind. When she went to see him for the last time, his face was sallow and he was sleeping with his mouth open, but his mouth seemed to be filled with phlegm, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

"Alas..." She had sighed several times along the way. She couldn't turn back the time, and she didn't know how to make Papa An get better quickly.

She is no longer the pistachio that made them happy, nor is she the little sun in their hearts.

Wei Yi walked back to her room, and when she entered the door, she heard the child crying loudly. Ban Xia and Madam Fu couldn't coax her back. She guessed that the child might be hungry, so she quickly stepped forward to pick up the child and patted the child. Rubbing the baby's back for a while, he untied his clothes and fed the baby.

With food, the child stopped crying, An Xiu'er looked at the child's face, and felt a burst of relief in her heart, this little guy, when he grows up, she must be old by now.

She didn't want to miss the child's growth, so she only let the maid take care of it on weekdays, and didn't ask the nanny to come back to take care of her. But now she is not the person who didn't understand anything before. After two months, taking care of the child, For her, it has become a habit.

She and the child, in fact, are growing up and making progress together.

"Tuantuan, will I take you to see grandpa tomorrow?" An Xiuer whispered when she saw the peaceful face of the child in her arms.

The child was just breastfeeding and didn't listen to her at all, but An Xiu'er had made up her mind that she would spend the next few days with Father An and do her best in filial piety. She was also reluctant to leave him alone. She was thrown at home, and she simply took the child with her. She believed that Father An would be happy to see the child.

The next day, An Xiu'er twisted the medicinal materials and went to see Father An with the child in her arms. When Wu heard that Father An was ill, she gave her a lot of medicinal materials and asked her to take them with her.

Under the effect of the tonic, Father An's complexion really improved a lot, and his leg injury also slowly recovered. An Xiu'er was very happy, and her child was partly responsible for this.

(End of this chapter)