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High fever does not subside

"Father, mother..." The child opened his eyes and looked around weakly. There was no one except the cold wind blowing into the room.

Mo Zhu propped up his body and walked out. Outside, it was desolate. There was no green at all. It was all yellow sand. With the wind blowing to the face, it is a real pain.

Parents have been for many days, many days have not come back. Mo Zhu still remembers the smile on her dry lips when her parents went out.

Mother said: "don't be afraid of Mo Zhu. If you fall asleep, you won't feel bad. Your mother will go out and ask for medicine."

His father came over and caressed his hot forehead with a clumsy hand. Waxy face, sunken eyes, lovingly looking at his son.

"Wait for Dad to come back and give you big drumsticks."

They left in rags.

Although the five-year-old Mo Zhu was small, he knew it was a famine. Even the rich family would not have such a luxury as chicken legs. His father was lying to him.

I haven't seen anyone for so many days. I'm dead.

His eyes are confused, ink bamboo wipe his eyes, looking at the wet hands. It turns out that he can still shed tears. How many days did not drink water, unexpectedly still has the tear.

"Dad

"Mother

The brain is not clear, the black bamboo drags is also on the verge of death's body, wants to find the father and mother. They are a family. He wants to lie in the arms of his parents.

When he was about to faint, he fell on the road. A quick sound of horse's hooves stopped with a "hoof.".

"Big boss, there is a child in front of him. He may be dead."

Jiang Lin frowned, "don't say that you can't die. Go down and have a look. You may still be alive. If you're still alive, give the child a few bites. "

Because he said too much, his Qi and blood were uneven, and Jiang Lin coughed several times.

"Just run it over." Jiang Yan really hates his big brother's kindness.

Jiang Lin: "be kind-hearted. Don't say any more about life lost."

Looking at the appearance of his elder brother's death, Jiangyan is speechless. What about good people? They are not dying.

"Big boss, the child is just a high fever." Said the groom.

At this time, it was time to pick up the young master of the Jiang family who had been studying abroad. Jiang Lang understood his father's meaning and took out their lunch and some steamed bread.

Jiang Lang is about to get off the bus and pass it to the child. Jiang Yan, on his side, took the steamed bread from his nephew's hand and threw it at the boy.

"Don't go down. You'll come up later. You may have some bad luck." Jiang Yan covered his nose and urged: "hurry up, let's go."

"Stop!" When the groom wants to drive the carriage again, Jiang Lang shakes his head to stop the way.

He took out the meal this afternoon and stepped out of the carriage. Looking at the child gobbling up the steamed bread that had been stained with soil, he handed him the soy sauce cake in his hand and said, "if the steamed bread is dirty, don't eat it. It's easy to get sick."

With the cake, the child quickly gnawed, the dirty steamed bread is not willing to throw.

Jiang Lang then helped him to peel the dirty layer outside. Mo Zhu is very happy to eat. For the first time in a long time of famine, he was smiling. My face is dirty, but it's cute.

The child burned too much, and fainted after eating half of it. Jiang Lang quickly helped him. And asked the father to take the dying child home.

"How many people can be raised in the family? Really." During this period, Jiang Wende, with the connivance of his father, kept saying and complaining.