Bai Luomei looked troubled, thought for a moment, and said, "Wait until I pick some mushrooms, then I'll take you there."
Lin Zeyang was secretly pleased and nodded, saying, "Okay."
...
Ruan Qingling carried her child on her back; she did not do any work to earn work points.
Instead, they went to find some herbs.
She didn't know about anything else at the moment; all she wanted was to keep her family of three safe.
Song Shiting's stitches should be removed today.
She found some herbs that could speed up the healing of his wounds and reduce scarring.
It was already noon when I came back from outside.
Ya Ya went for a walk with her mother and was so happy that she danced around with joy.
The fence cart that was washed this morning is now usable.
Ruan Qingling helped Ya Ya urinate, then put the baby in the potty and started cooking.
After becoming a rural woman, I found that life was peaceful and tranquil, which was not bad at all.
Ya Ya was spinning around and around in the enclosure.
Ruan Qingling taught her daughter to speak while cooking.
We've just walked a short distance, and my daughter has already started babbling simple "mama" sounds.
This made Ruan Qingling very happy, and she was even more willing to teach her daughter to speak.
She was always called godmother in her previous life.
In this lifetime, my wish will soon come true; I will become a biological mother.
"horse……"
Ya Ya gripped the railing with both hands.
She kicked her legs hard, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only squat awkwardly and couldn't stand up.
But he kept chanting "horse..."
It sounded somewhat similar, and Ruan Qingling was overjoyed.
He was laughing while cooking.
Bai Luomei passed by outside.
I heard Ruan Qingling and her daughter talking.
Ruan Qingling kept talking to an ignorant daughter?
That's hilarious!
Has Ruan Qingling gone mad?
As children grow up, they will naturally learn to speak.
Does she really need to keep talking about nonsensical things?
but……
Song Shiting will definitely not want this woman tomorrow.
She smirked and turned to leave.
Ruan Qingling was halfway through cooking when Song Shiting returned.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard Ruan Qingling talking to her daughter.
In this quiet countryside, it sounded so beautiful.
"horse……"
This morning, Ya Ya didn't know anything else, except for the word "horse".
He kept shouting "horse..."
Song Shiting went inside.
Ya Ya happily raised her hands inside the fence.
That means she wants her dad to hug her.
Song Shiting said, "Dad will come over after washing his hands."
After washing his hands, he immediately picked up his daughter.
Ya Ya immediately used her saliva to wash Song Shiting's face.
Song Shiting's face turned red.
Ruan Qingling kisses her daughter every day.
Now her daughter has learned this trick too.
What if my daughter goes out and kisses other people randomly?
He thought to himself that he must stop Ruan Qingling from doing this, so as not to corrupt his daughter.
She carried her daughter to the stove.
Seeing that she was struggling with the spatula, Song Shiting said, "Let me do it."
Seeing that he was holding his daughter in one arm and reaching for a shovel, Ruan Qingling asked, "How is the wound?"
Song Shiting said, "It's okay."
Ruan Qingling said, "The stitches can be removed today."
Song Shiting responded with a "Mm".
Ruan Qingling asked, "After you finish eating, do you want to go to the clinic to have your stitches removed, or should I remove them for you?"
Song Shiting said, "You can take it apart."
Ruan Qingling stir-fried sweet potato leaves with lard and added two cloves of garlic, giving them a subtle aroma.
It smells delicious.
There's also the braised meat I made last time.
There are still some pigskins left.
Two side dishes are enough for two people.
Ya Ya's food is meat floss.
She was drinking millet porridge and eating pork floss.
They ate with great relish and finished the bowl in no time.
He was still looking at Ruan Qingling after he finished eating.
The little one looked like he was smacking his lips, wanting to eat more.
Ruan Qingling said, "You little glutton, look at you, you ate one bowl and still want to eat more, like you're raising a little pig."
Ya Ya wiggled her little feet.
The little boy's adorable appearance melted Ruan Qingling's heart.
I never knew having a little dumpling could be so joyful.
Song Shiting, holding Ya Ya, said, "You should eat quickly."
He picked up his chopsticks and placed a leaf of vegetable on Ya Ya's plate.
Ruan Qingling said, "Be careful, don't let the child choke."
Song Shiting: "Mm."
We finished eating.
Ruan Qingling said, "Put your hand up here. I found some herbs this morning. I'll treat it. Apply it twice a day. After a while, the scars will lessen."
Song Shiting watched as she turned around, picked up a stone mortar, and put some grass inside.
After stirring it a few times, I collected the leaf juice, poured it into a small bottle, and added some egg white.
"This doesn't keep for long, and you can't make too much at once. It's enough for about two or three days. You have to cover it up so that mosquitoes can't crawl in, or it will spoil."
Song Shiting nodded.
But in his heart he was thinking that the person in front of him was definitely not the Ruan Qingling he used to know.
But who is she?
Song Shiting looked down at his hand where the stitches had been removed.
The scars on your hands are actually a minor thing.
His body was covered in wounds.
So, her focus was only on the injury on his arm?
Are the scars on my body useless?
Ruan Qingling gave Song Shiting a piece of sugarcane peel.
"Apply this to your face."
Song Shiting asked, "Are only new scars useful?"
Ruan Qingling said, "New scars are more effective, while scars older than two years are only half as effective."
Song Shiting's body is covered with scars of all sizes.
Some are indeed more than two years old, but some are still new injuries.
He said, "I have some injuries."
Ruan Qingling said, "Let me see."
However, Song Shiting's lips were pursed, and his brows were furrowed.
He remembered.
The morning after they got together, she saw the scars on his body.
They called him a vagrant and blind man, and the devil especially hated the wounds on his body.
Ruan Qingling frowned slightly.
It seems something unpleasant happened.
The thought made her brows furrow even more deeply.
but……
Now is the time to change Song Shiting's mind.
"Let me see."
Song Shiting then pulled his clothes up.
Ruan Qingling noticed that he had scars of different colors on his back and stomach.
This is because the injuries occurred at different times, resulting in varying depths of the scars.
That's way too much!
There was even a scar on his side that looked like a centipede.
That's because the stitching technique was too rough, leaving a mark.
Ruan Qingling frowned slightly.
Just as Song Shiting regretted showing his scar, Ruan Qingling said, "Go inside and take off your clothes, I'll apply the medicine for you."
Some scars can be removed with consistent use over time; however, scars older than two years will take much longer to fade.
Song Shiting looked at the woman in front of him.
Her eyes were serious.
The malice I used to see in him is gone.
It's like a deep pool, with no bottom in sight.
Ruan Qingling picked up the medicine and said, "This medicine is only enough for you to apply this time. I will make more tonight."
Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling.
Ruan Qingling asked, "Do we need to deal with it or not? If so, hurry up, we can rest now, we have to go to work this afternoon."
Song Shiting then went inside.
He instinctively reached for his small bed.
Ruan Qingling glanced at it and said, "Bring the bed sheet onto the kang!"
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