From that day on, Huo Fangke was able to grasp the little girl's itch.
I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to eat fruit, I don’t want to drink more water…
Everything must give way to tall people.
Until the day he was discharged from the hospital, Lin Yian still managed to finish most of the breakfast in the morning.
If possible, she really wanted to go back with an empty stomach and eat the delicious food made by her aunt.
well.
Lin Jianmao carried his sister downstairs, while Lin Jiancheng, who was standing beside him, had his hands full of daily necessities. Huo Fang only had a bag of medicine in her hands, while Lin Anguo was already waiting downstairs with a ox cart.
When he walked downstairs, Lin Anguo looked at the pile of things on the ox cart, but he couldn't abandon the cart and chase after people.
He shouted twice, and the little girl ran even faster, looking pitiful and helpless.
"Uncle San, what's going on?"
Lin Jianmao looked into the car and saw some good stuff, including dates, canned yellow peaches and a small bag of miscellaneous items. He recognized a few of them.
Tremella...it's hard to find, but it looks like there are quite a lot of them.
"It was a little girl, I didn't know her. She left it here and ran away."
Lin Jiancheng put the things in his hand on the ox cart. Now he could no longer see the little girl that his uncle mentioned.
But why does this bag look so familiar?
Lin Jiancheng had an idea in his mind, and he was about 70% sure.
"Uncle San, I roughly know who it is. I will find a way to return the things to the person. You guys go first. I will take the bus back later."
Lin Anguo sorted out the items on the ox cart, packed them up and handed them to Lin Jiancheng: "Jiancheng, be careful, and go home early for dinner."
"Well, Third Uncle, I understand. Third Uncle, Second Aunt, you two can go first."
Lin Jianmao put Lin Yian on the thick quilt on the car, helped Huo Fang up, and finally jumped up himself: "Brother, remember to come back early."
Lin Anguo cracked the whip and the ox cart drove towards the village.
Lin Jiancheng also carried a bag of items in his hand and walked towards several residential buildings near the hospital.
"Bang."
After closing the door, Fu Miao picked up a glass of boiled water on the table and drank it in big gulps.
The rich mother in the kitchen heard the sound and immediately came out and asked, "Has it been delivered?"
Fu Miao finished the last sip of water in the cup before speaking: "He delivered it, I dropped it there and ran back without stopping."
"That's fine. We'll go take some food to your dad and get him some more clothes."
Fu Miao nodded in agreement. Seeing that there were many white hairs among his mother's black hair and that she looked much more tired, he hugged his mother with heartache.
"Mom, don't think too much about it. It's all Song...that guy's own fault. You and Dad took great pains to teach him, but he insisted on going down the wrong path."
The rich mother patted her daughter's hand. Although she had raised the child, she had come to terms with it after seeing the child's performance in recent years.
This time when Song Haijun was imprisoned, the person who was hit hardest was her husband.
She knew her husband, who was loyal, brave, and loyal.
Poisoning, selling information... these acts broke Song Weiyuan's heart, not to mention that the relatives of one of his colleagues were abducted by that group of cruel human traffickers and beaten all over their bodies.
Song Haijun was actually still dreaming of being a rich young master who spent money like water, and he admired his biological mother's cruel behavior to the extreme.
The rich mother couldn't help but wonder whether Song Haijun, who seemed well-behaved and obedient in her eyes all those years, was just pretending.
So the rich mother took out most of the good things in the house and asked her daughter to secretly deliver them to the injured girl. Although it was not their family's fault, she still felt bad.
After the rich mother packed the lunch box, she didn't expect that the person she thought had settled down in the police station actually came back home.
"Old Song! Why are you back?"
"Dad, you're back!"
The mother and daughter fell silent when they saw the familiar bag in Song Weiyuan's hand.
Song Weiyuan put the bag in the corner and sat down: "Put it away. These... are unnecessary. I just couldn't figure it out these days and I'm sorry to have made you two worry."
Fu's mother couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and sat next to Song Weiyuan, slowly asking her husband how he had been doing over the past two days; Fu Miao quickly ran to the kitchen with her lunch box and poured out all the food.
Everyone is back, it's time for lunch.
On the other side, when Lin Yian saw the familiar scene, he couldn't help but lift the curtains and take a few breaths of the outside air.
Hmm~ so comfortable!
Suddenly the ox cart stopped abruptly, and everyone in the cart couldn't help but rush forward.
A delicate and weak voice came from outside the oxcart: "Uncle Lin, can you give us a ride for a while?"
This voice? Isn't it the one from the educated youth camp? The one who used others as a gun!
Huo Fang looked through the gap in the car door curtain and saw that the two people were carrying a lot of things, which looked quite dirty.
Not to mention that Aci is injured and lying down now. There is no seat on the bus, and even if there was a seat, it would not be given to anyone for free!
Huo Fang simply lifted the curtain and walked out. She could handle the matter much faster than her third brother.
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