He hurried back to fetch the water and looked at the red fire in the furnace. Suddenly, he thought of the big red scarf on Lu Wensheng's head that he had just seen.
It actually gave this dilapidated village a touch of bright color, as hot as the fire in the furnace.
Many years later, Sun Caifeng still has in her mind the little girl with a red headscarf driving a tractor, as passionate as fire...
"Ahem...keke!"
A few coughs came from the room, bringing Sun Caifeng back to her senses. She quickly made a cup of warm water and added a spoonful of winter melon tea to it. After thinking for a while, she took the small bottle of cough medicine and went into the inner room.
Li Xiangyang was sitting cross-legged on the kang wearing a torn sheepskin coat and smoking a pipe. He saw his wife coming in with a tray and asked:
"The fawn is gone?"
Sun Caifeng casually placed the tray on the table, snatched the pipe from his hand, and said unhappily:
"Cough, cough, cough. You just smoke this cigarette. You're coughing like this and you still won't stop."
Li Xiangyang smiled apologetically: "My throat is itchy, so I thought I'd smoke a cigarette to calm it down."
Sun Caifeng put out her pipe before handing him the medicine: "This is the cough medicine Xiaolu brought. Take one quickly.
An itchy throat is a disease, not a need for a cigarette.
"Ren Xiaolu said that sick people can't smoke."
Lu Wensheng: Hmm? When did I say that?
"She has a heart."
Li Xiangyang took the medicine and put it in his mouth without thinking. After taking a sip of water, he realized that the taste was not right.
"Hmm? What does this taste like?" I've never tasted it!
Li Xiangyang took another sip and tasted it carefully. He had never tasted it before...
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