He uncorked the bottle, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. She silently put the white jade vial back into the storage ring.
The pill melted in the mouth and slid down the throat into the stomach, nourishing the damaged meridians.
The boy felt a strange comfort in his body in a coma, and struggled hard to open his eyes.
"wake up."
Su Qingluoxiang's soft little finger touched his forehead, and a cool spiritual power escaped through his fingertips into the center of his brow, helping him break free from the nightmare, and wake up from a coma.
*****
"water."
The boy opened his eyes and looked at the little girl in pink makeup who looked like a little fairy on a New Year painting. He couldn't confirm for a moment whether what he saw was a real fairy.
Although this fairy, wearing the costume of a peasant girl, wrapped like a small rice dumpling, looks a little round and funny.
The father and son were on their way in the mountains without bringing any water, so Su Qingluo simply rubbed a small snowball and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Ahem."
The boy choked on the snowball, and was speechless when he saw the little fairy who saved him.
"Try it, can you stand up? Uncle carries you on his back."
Seeing that the boy was awake, Su Hu unloaded the basket from his shoulders, bent down to support his back, and lifted him up vigorously.
"Thanks."
The boy's voice was sore and chapped because he hadn't spoken for a long time. He uttered two notes with difficulty and lay on Su Hu's back.
Su Hu carried the boy on his back, and told his three children in a deep voice: "Grandpa's house is coming soon, sister Qiao, Doudou, you two hold on, carry the basket, sister Yu, watch the road carefully, don't fall."
"Good dad."
"Ahem."
The boy lay on Su Hu's back, coughed a few times in pain, glanced at Su Qingluo with lowered eyes, and carefully sized her up.
"Little brother, don't worry, grandpa's house is coming soon."
Su Qingluo noticed his gaze, raised her face, and responded with a sweet smile: "When I arrive at grandpa's house, I will have hot water and hot rice to eat, so my little brother's stomach won't growl hungry. .”
"Ahem."
The boy suddenly turned his face away, not daring to look at her again, his brows and eyes were covered by mud and stains, and he was still blushing suspiciously.
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Li Xiu'e's natal home was not far from the ferry, and the family walked less than a mile further, and saw Daliushu Village, the iconic Daliu tree at the east end of the village.
When Su Hu carried the boy on his back and led the three children to the gate of the grandfather's house, the elder brother of the Li family who happened to be chopping firewood in the yard heard the movement, put down the machete quickly, and greeted him out of the gate.
Lao Li's couple live with their son, and they have two grandsons and a granddaughter.
The eldest grandson is fifteen years old. He inherited his grandfather's craftsmanship and worked as an apprentice in a woodworking workshop in Xuzhou City.
The second granddaughter is twelve years old and doesn't like reading. She learns to make clothes and embroider handkerchiefs with adults at home to supplement the family income.
The little grandson is nine years old, the same age as Doudou, and he studies in the same academy. He is the best academically among the three siblings, and he is also the hope of the old Li family to get ahead.
"Tiger is here."
Li Xiu'e's eldest brother, Li Yong, came out of the hospital, took the bamboo basket from Qiaojie and Doudou, glanced at the boy on Su Hu's back, showing some surprise.
"Hi, uncle."
Sister Qiao, Doudou, and Su Qingluo all raised their faces and called uncle happily.
"Hey, kids, go inside, it's cold outside."
Looking at the three well-behaved and lovely children, Li Yong smiled happily.