No, it's too heavy!
Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, and looked at Shen Zhiyi beside him, wanting to cry but without tears, he said, "Third brother, you come, I can't carry it."
When Old Man Shen heard this, he scolded angrily, "You are so useless! How old is your daughter? You can't even carry her! It seems that you lack exercise!"
He can't even carry a little girl on his back, how pathetic!
Shen Zhile put Fubao back on the bed and said aggrievedly, "No, Grandpa, this is not the first time I carry Fubao. Every time I carried her before, I felt very relaxed, but today I just couldn't carry her. She is particularly heavy today, like... like two people!"
"..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the old couple changed.
The two looked at each other, and Old Man Shen lowered his voice nervously, "Old woman, Nannan is like this now, could it be... could it be that she has been entangled by some unclean thing?"
"Nonsense! What era is it now? Why are you still so superstitious? Nannan is such a good girl and has never done anything wrong. How could she be entangled by something like that?" Old Mrs. Shen's breathing was unstable. Although she said this, she was also doubtful in her heart.
Shen Zhiyi also tried to carry Fubao, but failed.
He also said with a sad face: "Grandma and Grandma, the fourth child is right, Fubao is very heavy, I can't carry him! What should I do?"
The two tall and strong young boys couldn’t even carry her, which really scared the old couple. Could it be that something really was haunting their daughter?
Old Man Shen hurried forward to look at Fubao. She still had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes covering her fair skin. Her usually rosy face was now completely bloodless, which was really worrying and frightening.
Outside the hotel, Shen Zhishu found a car, but after waiting for a while, no one came down, so he came up anxiously, "Why haven't you carried Fubao down yet? The car is here!"
Shen Zhile was so anxious that he said with a bitter face: "Brother, we want to carry you, but we can't!"
"I can't carry her, how could that be?" Shen Zhishu strode over in surprise, and without saying anything, he wanted to carry Fubao on his back. Only then did he realize that she was really heavy, and he couldn't even carry her. Even if he carried her on his back, he couldn't walk, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.
At this time, Long Xiao came back from outside. He went out early in the morning to buy crystal shrimp dumplings, which were specially bought for Fubao. When they were having dinner yesterday, he found that she liked to eat this and ate three or four in a row.
Last night I overheard Chen Zhishu say that the most authentic dim sum in Guangcheng is not in the hotel, but in a small shop two streets away from here. The steamed buns and dim sum made there are the most authentic Guangcheng flavors, especially the crystal shrimp dumplings, which are the most popular and may not be available even if you go there in the morning.
So he went out early, and when he found the store, there was already a long line outside. Long Xiao didn't expect that he would have to queue one day just to buy a shrimp dumpling.
However, thinking that he was buying it for Fubao, he was willing to do it and enjoyed it.
However, when he came back from buying shrimp dumplings, he saw the whole family gathered in the room, and a heavy and anxious atmosphere continued to spread.
Long Xiao's face darkened and he immediately walked in. When he saw Fu Bao lying sick on the bed, his brows suddenly frowned, "What's going on?"
His voice was cold, with a terrifying sense of oppression, and Shen Zhile actually shuddered, "Fubao is sick, we want to send her to the hospital, but... I don't know why, I can't carry her!"
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