Lu Lingyang looked mature for his age and nodded firmly, "Dad, you will get better. You have to have confidence in yourself."
At this time, Shen Jiao's voice came from the yard, "Mom, Zhengxu's herbs for the medicinal bath are almost used up. I'll go up the mountain to pick some more."
After Shen Jiao finished speaking, the old-fashioned Lu Lingyang looked at his father with his clear and deep eyes, "Dad, Mom asked Doctor Xu to give you acupuncture, go up the mountain to find herbs for you to take a medicinal bath, and give you a massage every day.
Mom hasn't given up on you. If you give up on yourself, I will look down on you! ”
Lu Lingyang's words instantly aroused Lu Zhengxu's fighting spirit.
He looked at his son who seemed like a smaller version of him, and said with strength in his voice: "Well, Yangyang, you are right!
Your mom has not given up on dad, so dad cannot give up on himself. Dad will definitely get better and will give mom, grandma and you a happy life! ”
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became relaxed.
But Chen Jiao didn't know all this.
As Chen Jiao was walking up the mountain, she thought of Lu Zhengxu's face and angrily chopped a weed by the roadside with a sickle.
"Lu Zhengxu, you stinky man, you gave me a dowry, helped me return to the city, helped me find a job, who do you think you are? Are you a reincarnated saint?
Stinky man! ! ”
As soon as Shen Jiao finished speaking, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with the air around her.
She looked up and met a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Chen Haoyu's face was covered with untidy beard, and his hair, which used to be so smooth that a fly could split it, was now as messy as a chicken coop. He wore a Lenin suit with several layers of patches on it, which was loosely worn on his body.
The whole person felt indescribably depressed, listless and gloomy.
Chen Jiao immediately tightened her grip on the sickle with vigilance, staring at Chen Haoyu closely, "Chen Haoyu, what do you want to do?"
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