Chapter 27

Mo Hui was startled by his severe cough. He coughed so badly that he almost coughed his lungs out. The severe cough forced him to support the stove with one hand, and the other hand holding the water cup splashed out because of the cough, which wet the back of his broad hand and his clothes.

She quickly put down the bowl and took the cup from his hand, so that the cup in his hand would not slip and hurt himself.

"I'm sorry!" When the cough finally subsided, Zhang lingshuo apologized to her. Her voice sounded hoarse and rough because of her severe cough.

"You have a cold?" She frowned at him displeased. Now her indifference is automatically relieved.

"It should be." He gave a weak smile and an ambiguous answer.

He has always been in good health. From childhood to adulthood, he still has the number of sick times to count with one hand. Such experience makes him forget the taste of being sick.

Mo Hui turned to help him pour a glass of water, handed him, "drink it."

Her voice was colder than usual. She was angry, very angry, and angry for the man who couldn't take care of himself. His life experience is very simple. Almost a ten-year-old pupil is stronger than him.

But he remembered a lot of dry and tasteless professional ideas, but he learned faster than anyone else. No one could be better at debating and thinking.

Sure enough, as the saying goes, heaven is fair, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, no one will be special.

"Good." He answered with a low voice, took the cup with his big hand not very flexible, and took two drinks.

His hand rubbed the back of her white hand holding the water cup, passing the hot temperature to Mo Hui's hand.

She was shocked by the high temperature on his hand. She had no time to think about her feelings for him. Her white hand directly covered his forehead, and his forehead was also very hot.

He's so sick, he's still hanging around in the kitchen?

"You have a fever, you know?" She couldn't help roaring.

In her anger, she wanted to draw back the hand on his forehead, but was held by his big hand and covered his hot cheek.

He looked at her in a daze, his pure black eyes were dazed again and again, and his high fever made his thinking slow countless times than usual.

Her hands are cold and comfortable.

Is she angry?

She has always been cold to him. Why is she angry?

Are you angry that he's causing her trouble? Zhang lingshuo's head can not comb out the correct information, can only look at her face.

No, her mouth was open and her eyebrows and eyes were angry.

But why can't he hear her?

"You have a fever, a very serious one Have you ever seen a doctor? Do you have any medicine on hand?... " Mo Hui yelled with all his strength. He could not help holding his hot face in his hands, trying to force out his last sense.

No He knew her question from her mouth. He answered it from the bottom of his heart. He found that he couldn't control his mouth now. He wanted to tell her in words, but he couldn't speak.

Simply, he closed his eyes and felt the cool feeling of her two little hands on his face.

"Damn it! Zhang lingshuo, tell me, have you ever seen a doctor? " This time, the tone was even worse. Even the water in his water cup vibrated slightly.

This time, he seemed to hear her orders and pressing questions. He was almost driven into the dark. With a moment's soberness, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at her anxious look, and said: "No."

Damn, even his voice has become very ugly, it can be described as terror.

While he was still sensible, she continued to ask, "when did you start to have a fever?"

"This morning, maybe last night." He didn't speak very clearly, and his pure black eyes wanted to close again.

"After such a long time, why don't you go to see a doctor during the day?" She was almost dazed by him. She wanted to split his head with a knife to see if his head was filled with useless contracts and data. "Did you burn your brain?"

"I took medicine." He returned slowly, speaking much slower than usual. With that, he almost ran into the bamboo bar cabinet behind him. Mo Hui quickly hugged his waist to prevent him from falling. If he wants to hit the bamboo bar cabinet behind him, all the flour, vegetables and bottles on it will be smashed down. His condition will definitely be worse, and he may even be in trouble.

"Where did you get the medicine?" I didn't see the doctor. Where did I get the medicine from?! No clinic or doctor in this simple town would be so irresponsible.

Mo Hui thought, thinking that most of the weight moved to her body, hugged his waist, but found that his whole body was hot like a high temperature stove, hot body temperature seeped out from the thin clothes, straight hot her arm, very hot! But she held him tighter for fear that he would fall.

"Here." When he saw her holding him, he pointed to the medicine bag beside the stove.

After pointing out the medicine, he took back his hand and put it around her waist. She was really cold. He lowered his head and buried it in her cold neck. He closed his eyes again and sighed.Mo Hui looked along his fingers. He was so angry that he almost wanted to kick the man who had no common sense of life. He went to take stomach medicine for a cold and fever.

Does he think he's playing a funny joke?

He can grow up to 30 years old safely and healthily. Even God is helping him!

Don't return a burst of fire big, forced to push the fool man that nest on her body.

"Wake up

"No, you're freezing! I love it His mind was driven to the edge of darkness again. He forced himself to finish this sentence and fell into Mo Hui's arms.

"Zhang lingshuo! You big jerk! Pig head Mo Hui yelled with a pale face, and tried his best to prop up the man who had fainted. Stare at the dark roof, and then drag a tall man who is one head taller than her from the kitchen to the second floor.

Her strength has always been greater than his, she knows, because she has done a lot of hard work since childhood. But let her drag a big man, she still feel hard. In addition, her physical loss in the past two years is too serious, and her physical quality is not as good as before, so moving him has become an impossible problem.

It's about Zhang lingshuo. Mo Hui always thinks that there is a miracle.

Shaking her legs, biting her teeth, half dragging and half embracing, she dragged the comatose man up to the second floor, kicked the door open, and dragged him to the bedside with her last strength. Mo recalled that he threw the man directly to bed with one hand and did half of the action of letting go, while the man who fell into a semi coma also fell back slowly due to inertia. She holds the man's waist hopelessly, protects his head carefully, and makes him slowly lie in bed.

She was hopeless again, she knew.

She didn't want him to take the risk that he might get hurt.

She shuffled downstairs, took a towel and a water basin, and put in a basin of cold water to cool Zhang lingshuo. After everything is done, don't go back to the bed and look at the man's handsome face. His thoughts are far away.

It was sunny then. Small village, the sun is strong, zizizi baking land, the soil on the ground has been baked a burst of dry crack, the crack in the ground can not see the trace of half a drop of water.

It was so hot that even cicadas were tired that they stopped singing.

Quietly, in addition to the sun baked Zizi sound, no other sound.

Outside the flat and clean cabin, there is a fat girl. In the hot sun, she lowers her head and cuts the wooden knife on her hands with a knife. She is very patient. Except for a few more scratches, she can't see the shape of what she carves.

But she persevered.

"What are you clowns doing out there? It's not used. It's dead in the sun, is it Inside the cabin was the voice of a gentle boy with a strong impatience.

"I didn't die in the sun." Little mo Hui answered seriously, and his hand slowed down.

"Oh, it's not dead. Then why don't you make a sound for a long time? " Zhang lingshuo said again, in such a bad tone that he taught people to reach for their ears.

"Grandfather said, you can't do things with one mind and two uses." Small Mo back obediently answer, hand action almost stopped down, a face seriously repeat Zhang grandfather said.

"Well, what a little fool! Just a few words from my Lord, you will believe it. Be careful that my grandfather will sell you, and you will happily count the money for him. " Zhang lingshuo snorted coldly and continued to speak ill.

"Grandfather is a good man. He won't sell it back." This time, Mo Hui turned to face the direction of the cabin.

Grandfather Zhang said that when talking to others, you should look them in the eyes.

Now she turned around, although she didn't see the little brother's eyes, her mind would unconsciously come up with the beautiful eyes of the little brother.

She likes his eyes very much.

It's black and beautiful. It's like a painting. She likes it very much.

"To say you are a fool, you are so stupid to me. I'm just making an analogy. " Zhang lingshuo laughed a few times because of her words.

Mo Hui listens to his hearty and spotless laughter, and laughs foolishly.

As soon as her laughter came out, the laughter in the cabin stopped.

"Stop! Who made you laugh with me? " Zhang lingshuo's voice sounded very displeased. He was so angry.

It is a great insult to him that he should laugh at the same time as the clown.

"Grandfather said, happy things need to be shared with others!" Mo back gently back, not because he was suddenly angry and unhappy.

This sentence was said by my grandfather when he gave her sweet candy. At that time, my grandfather's hand touched her pigtail, which was very warm. The hair ring was bought by my grandfather when he went to the market. He said that every little girl should have a pair of beautiful hair rings, so he bought it back for her.

Grandfather is the best person in the world, and he is also the smartest. He doesn't even ask her, so he knows that she doesn't have a haircircle. However, the hair ring given by her grandfather was so beautiful that she only wore it once and was reluctant to take it out for fear of getting it dirty. She would cry bitterly if she lost the flower on her hair circle.