He ha ha a smile "you are not a beauty? Since ancient times, my fair lady has been a gentleman. What’s the matter with you? "
Although his tone is peaceful, it’s often the same, but when I say this, I’m surprised enough to put an egg in my mouth. I’m not surprised. "You, you can also say such things?" ……”
Yin Zhen, look at my busy reaction. I smiled and coughed.
I sniggered at him for being so awkward and twisted as an adult, and then I teased him again and went deep outside. When he saw it, he stretched out his hand and grabbed me, wondering, "Why don’t you report it when you get more unruly?"
I pretended to be serious. "I’m going to see if there is a sow climbing the tree outside. I’m afraid that if I report it, the sow will fall down."
As soon as he came over, I was turning to ridicule him. It is rare to say such a thing, which is even rarer than a sow tree.
I looked at him, but he didn’t say anything about the smile on his mouth, which revealed his mood.
I think he is in a better mood now. Don’t waste my efforts to "Bo Jun smiles".
At this time, it was already bright.
Yin Zhen sent someone to invite the doctor too much to come over and diagnose Honghui’s pulse, and finally got the good news. The doctor too much ordered a laxative and left the medicine box.
That Rumsfeld woke up and listened to the news with peace of mind.
My heart is faintly happy to think about Honghui’s turning to safety this time.
I think of what Shi said about Yu Honghui’s early death at the age of 20. It seems that he has been seriously ill this time. Does that mean that I have changed history?
I am nervous because of this idea, but I always feel that history is irreversible. However, the Honghui incident makes me feel that there is still a glimmer of hope. Maybe Yin Zhen will really change in the future, and maybe they won’t have to suffer those hardships again.
Chapter seventy-one History [4]
Finally, I saw Honghui’s dark eyes. He stared at me for a long time and finally said, "Jin, where are my candied haws?"
I was embarrassed, but it provoked Nalaplace to laugh. I caught a glimpse of Honghui. "I woke up and thought about asking me for sugar-coated haws … what a greedy ghost."
He sipped his mouth and smiled for a while, and suddenly something seemed to come to him. "Jin, can you see me?"
With that, he seemed to realize that he had called my name by mistake, and he looked at Yin Zhen and then at Rumsfeld.
And those two didn’t seem to pay attention to this problem. They looked at Honghui with a smile.
I laughed. "Yes, I can see it. I can see Honghui, a naughty boy."
Honghui’s eyes lit up and she said with joy, "Then Jin Er catches some fireflies for Honghui at night and sings for Honghui."
I saw that he still remembered this stubble and thought about his recovery from a serious illness. Besides, I was really happy with him and promised to "OK, I will sing for Honghui tonight."
He smiled contentedly, but then nervously said, "Jin Er can see it now, so won’t he be afraid of the dark? So … can’t Honghui go to play with Jin ‘er? "
I am one leng consoled, "How come? If Honghui doesn’t come, I will be suffocated."
He didn’t feel at ease until he ate some light millet porridge and went to sleep.
Then Rumsfeld patted Honghui, who was asleep, with a loving smile in her eyes. She said to me, "Honghui is more affectionate to you than I am. I’m going to be jealous."
I sloped a happy way "that pull elder sister don’t worry, you will know that playing tricks on younger sister this pro-forehead niang can compare with others at will"
Then Rumsfeld got up and let the servant girl come in to serve Yin Zhen and freshen up. She came up to me and sincerely said, "I really want to thank sister Jin this time. It’s really rare for you to treat Honghui with this intention."
"Sister, it’s polite. Brother Honghui’s vitality is lovely and likable." I said.