Song Shiting rode quite fast, and his bicycle quickly left the oxcart far behind.
Ya Ya was very happy the whole way.
Her little hands flailing about, sometimes grabbing Ruan Qingling's face, sometimes her hair.
Ruan Qingling had to take care of her daughter and endure a bumpy road. The food she ate in the morning was jolted up to her throat by the bumpy ride.
I can't stand it.
Ruan Qingling shouted, "Stop!"
Song Shiting didn't know what had happened, but he still braced himself on the ground with his long legs, and Ruan Qingling shoved Ya Ya into his arms.
Ya Ya was still holding onto Ruan Qingling's hair in her little hands, which made her wince in pain.
Song Shiting frowned slightly.
My daughter's grip is so strong.
Ruan Qingling pulled her daughter's hand away, jumped to the tree by the roadside, and squatted down to vomit.
I threw up everything I ate this morning.
She felt her mouth was bitter.
A military water bottle with its cap unscrewed was handed to Ruan Qingling.
She reached out and took it, then drank two sips of hot water.
Song Shiting asked, "How did it go?"
Ruan Qingling said, "This road is too bumpy."
Song Shiting asked, "Are you feeling any better now?"
Ruan Qingling stood up.
I felt a little better after throwing it up.
"Hmm, how much longer until we reach our destination?"
Song Shiting: "It will take another half hour."
This kind of road is truly agonizing.
If she can get out, she never wants to go back to that small village.
It was pure torture.
She nodded and said, "Let's go then."
With the child in one arm and the bicycle in the other, Song Shiting was about to hit the road.
Knowing how naughty Ya Ya was, Ruan Qingling offered, "I'll hold Ya Ya."
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