MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 734 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (19)

  Chapter 734 The Unruly Return, Sporadic Flowers (19)

   Wen Xien didn't know what the child was thinking in the head, but he just thought the child's expression was too serious.

   "For adults, children don't care."

  Wen Xien rubbed the child's messy hair even more. The child lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

   After taking a simple bath, the two cuddled into the quilt, and the child rolled into her quilt again, revealing a pair of eyes, dark, clean and weird.

  Miao Hua is a small stove, not the same as Wen Xien's cold temperature. He almost got hot after staying in the bedding for a few hours, but when Wen Xien slept alone, his hands and feet were always cold.

  The festering frostbite on Miao Hua's hand was better at first, but because it was frozen again today, it started to itch again at night.

Frozen hands will become more itchy after being warmed at night. Miao Hua scratched a few times, but it was still very itchy, and it would make him more itchy if he didn't scratch. This made him completely unable to sleep. Even if the child's nerves were already very tired, he could only quietly put both hands outside the quilt.

   Wen Xien heard the movement, and reached out his hand and touched Miao Hua's hand before he had time to stretch it out, but the cold tenderness made the frostbite on Miao Hua's hand less itchy.

   He couldn't help touching Wen Xien's hand, it was cold.

   "Don't stretch out your hand, you will catch a cold." Wen Xien's voice was hoarse.

   After a while, Miao Hua couldn't help scratching, "It's so itchy."

   Wen Xien touched the child's swollen little finger. The child seemed to feel itchy and twisted twice. Wen Xien took the other's two hands to his mouth and blew it, and by the way, rubbed his cold hands a few times.

   It was cold on the back of his hand, Miao Hua shrank into Wen Xien's arms at some point, and he hummed comfortably, "It's not itchy anymore."

   Wen Xien took his hand and put it into the quilt, and said in a low voice, "Go to bed early."

  The child nodded obediently, took Wen Xien's hand unconsciously, and slowly fell asleep.

   Wen Xien couldn't sleep. Her knees were so painful, as if there were thousands of silver needles pricked. The ankles were actually more painful, but Wen Xien had gotten used to it.

   She didn't dare to move, for fear of waking the child up. She wanted to sleep but was unable to fall asleep because of the pain. It wasn't until dawn that Wen Xien really fell asleep.

   As soon as he woke up, Wen Xien found that the child beside him was up. She touched it, and the temperature was cold. It should have been up for a while.

Wen Xien got dressed, heard the news from the stove, walked over and saw that the child was stepping on a small broken stool before cooking. The child was small and the stove was taller than him, so he could only use a stool cushion Come on, cook seriously.

   Wen Xien walked over, the child turned his head, "Go wash your face first, the hot water is already boiled."

   After he finished speaking, he turned his head to cook the porridge.

   How can Wen Xien feel at ease to let the child cook here alone? She took the child off the stool and took the small shovel in his hand.

   "Let me come, you go wash first."

  The child pursed his lips and seemed a little unhappy. He emphasized it again: "You go to wash first."

   Wen Xien thought it was funny, this kid is too diligent, how can there be people who are rushing to do things?

   patted the child's butt, Wen Xien said with a smile, "Xiaohua is obedient."

Miao Hua had a small face, and went to wash with an unhappy face. It was finished in less than five minutes. He squeezed to Wen Xien's side, his eyes were bright, "I've washed it, you can go wash it quickly. "

  Wen Xien didn't expect the child to wash so quickly, and was a little suspicious that he hadn't washed it at all. He carefully observed his face, it was indeed clean, and there were still water droplets.

  The child's appearance was too attentive. Wen Xien couldn't always control him, so he just let him go and went to wash up after listening to the child's words.

   After Wen Xien washed up, the child had put the porridge on the table, and the bowls and spoons were neatly arranged, not crooked at all.

   Miao Hua waved his hand and called Wen Xien to dinner.

  This porridge is a little thin. Wen Xien steamed an egg to nourish the child's body. She peeled off the shell of the egg and let Miao Hua eat it.

  Miao Hua glanced at the white and tender egg and finished eating the white, but the yolk refused to eat it.

   Wen Xien persuaded him: "This egg yolk is good for the body, and Xiaohua is not allowed to be picky eaters."

"I do not like to eat."

   The skinny child refused to eat it anyway, so Wen Xien had to eat it.

   After raising a child for so many days, from the beginning, the thin and small man finally grew a little flesh, and he doesn't look as thin and scary as at the beginning.

   Wen Xi'en went to the mountain and picked some medicinal herbs, wild vegetables and mushrooms, and some wild fruits, which were red and sweet.

  It snowed in the morning, and Wen Xien stepped on the snow with a stick and went home.

  There are many small footprints in the snow in the small courtyard, and the snow in the middle has been cleared to reveal the wet soil.

   At the very gate of the yard, the child was struggling to shovel snow with a shovel. When he saw Wen Xien, he quickly put down the shovel and came to help Wen Xien get things.

  Wen Xien separated the things and washed a few of the red fruits for the children to eat, "I'll take these herbs to the pharmacy for some money, and come back to buy you a candy man."

  The child holds red fruits in both hands, his eyes are dark, "Come back early."

   Wen Xien patted his head and walked outside.

   The pine trees stood verdantly in the white snow, swaying with the bitter northwest wind, making a piercing whistling.

   "Hu-hu-", the wind howled, and the big tree swayed in the wind.

   The snow on the street was trampled and dirty, the big guys were all wrapped in tight cotton-padded clothes, and there were all kinds of fragrances in the air.

   Wen Xien touched his face and exhaled a white breath. The business of the medicine hall has always been very good. In winter, there are many problems. Once he entered the medicine hall, he felt a little warmer.

   The shopkeeper is a little old man in his sixties, but his spirit is very good. He looks like he is in his fifties. He has a white moustache and is cute and protective.

   "Xian, what treasures did you pick today?" The shopkeeper of the medicine hall laughed and joked.

   Wen Xien took down the bamboo basket he was carrying, smiling, "It's not a treasure, it's still the same as before."

The shopkeeper turned out all the medicinal materials, he glanced outside, shook his head and sighed: "You should go to the mountains less recently, the snow is very dangerous, don't risk your own life for these few pennies, when the time comes You will regret it."

  Wen Xien just smiled and said, "I know it."

   The shopkeeper knew that Wen Xien would not listen, so he did not persuade her, but asked her to pay attention to safety.

When    finally settled the money, Wen Xien took a look and found a few more texts.

   "Uncle, you gave me too much money again." Wen Xien only took what he should take.

   The shopkeeper glared at her hatefully, and stuffed the few pennies into it.

   (end of this chapter)