The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 508 If You Forget (4)
But his legs are not good.After only being with him for four days, Xiuhe found that the time for him to make medicine was getting earlier every day.Once the evening passed, Han Sheng would go with him to the next wing to be locked up.There was thick soup and medicine in that room, Xiuhe stood in front of the window and stopped, and saw Mei Xiaoyi's whole body soaked in the medicine.She should have endured great pain, her elegant face was covered with beads of sweat, and she clenched her teeth tightly and rattled.About half an hour later, he was carried back from the water by Han Sheng, and then his lower body became stiff, and his face was terribly pale, and it was not until Zishi that he gradually returned to normal.

Xiuhe was separated from him inside and out, and he was sleeping outside her. At that time, she passed by him, silent.But he would look at her with gentle eyes, obviously enduring the severe pain, but smiling happily at her.

Just like when he was a child, he sat dryly under the patio, preferring to keep the distance apart, and he didn't want her to see his badness.

Xiuhe was unwilling to give Mei Xiaoyi care and comfort, because he watched her so hard that she couldn't move even a single step, and when she walked out of the courtyard, the three or five men followed behind her... Behind his smile was the sudden paranoia and coercion Luo, she was caught off guard, so she felt angry and deliberately didn't ask him.

After all, he couldn't hide the coldness in his eyes, but the pain passed the next day, but he was still considerate to her as usual.

The courtyard is quiet and there is nothing to pass the time. When Mei Xiaoyi's legs are not hurting, he often likes to sit under the eaves and paint.Huajuan loves to wrap paper and ink, but as soon as she sees him spreading out the desk, she throws herself into his arms to beg for a hug.The little guy himself didn't know what it meant, and whenever he saw a man who looked like his father, he called him "Papa".

Mei Xiaoyi's heart softened when he heard those two words, and he would hold a pen and ink in each hand while holding a small butt with a scroll in his hand.

I saw Xiuhe sitting by the well in a daze, wearing an apricot-colored embroidered jacket and satin, her eyes were like smoke, and her eyes drifted far away.When he looked at her, he felt that there was a heavy mist, faintly giving birth to coldness.Afraid that the warmth would not last long, he said that he wanted to leave a picture of her, afraid that he would not be able to remember it in the future.

He asked Han Sheng to bring a bronze mirror, spread out two sheets on the long table at the same time, and drew a stroke on the left and right sides, and the painting was completed very quickly.Two people on one sheet, three people on one sheet.The two are mother and child; the three are under the quaint hall wall of Mei’s old house, Xiuhe is holding the child, and the other is himself, holding her shoulders to protect her behind her, lifelike, like a pair settled in The young couple in the old days.

He shook his head and asked Han Sheng, "Can I draw well?"

Han Sheng's expression was a little dazed, he couldn't think of the sold Wanchun for no reason, and his tongue didn't quite shine when he answered the words: "...Okay, okay, it's very beautiful."

"Ugh~~" Hanamaki couldn't wait to rush over to grab it.

Mei Xiaoyi hugged the child from Xiuhe's arms, but he didn't show it to Xiuhe, he just hugged the flower roll and kissed: "He looks like he came from me, so close."

There was a smile on Qingyan's face, looking at Xiuhe's dazed profile, he seemed to be talking to her, and also seemed to be talking to himself.Xiuhe pretended not to hear.

"That's right, everyone in the town praises Grandma Xiuhe for being able to give birth." Han Sheng should have said yes, but what the young master had said earlier outside Wanchun's room floated in his ears: "When did I say that the thing's surname is Mei?" ? You just do what I say, and there will be what you should have in the future."

It's things... not people.He would rather treat the Chou family's child as his own flesh and blood than keep his own... He has carried him up and down for more than ten years.

Han Sheng's palms were drooping, and he glanced at Xiuhe, bowing so hard that his bones couldn't straighten.

(End of this chapter)