Chapter 747 Rescue in the car 2
Cousins don't interact frequently, so their affection for each other is naturally weak, almost to the point of non-existence.
Feng Qingxue was grateful to her three uncles and aunt for their timely help to her sisters. Over the years, she had given them a lot of gifts in private under the name of Lu Jiang's comrades, and they got along quite happily.
Accepting favors and repaying favors are all up to the elders and have nothing to do with the next generation.
Feng Qingxue knows clearly who she should be most grateful to, and will only repay her benefactors. She does not have to be caring towards her peers just because their elders have done her a favor. However, it is a different matter if she has frequent interactions with her peers and they have good character.
Among peers, Wang Jiao still has the best relationship, and the closest cousin is Wang Dachun, the eldest son of Wang Zhengguo.
It’s not that Feng Qingxue is estranged from the other two uncles and aunts and their children, but that she doesn’t deliberately contact them in normal times. Although the two uncles and aunts are good, their sons and daughters-in-law are not so straightforward. They always quarrel with the two uncles and aunts over trivial matters. So unless it’s something serious, Feng Qingxue doesn’t interact with them. The people who often cause trouble are always Wang Zhengguo and his wife and Wang Dachun brothers.
If the cousins from my second and third uncle's families are like this, what about Chen Cancan who has already married?
If they encountered temporary difficulties, Feng Qingxue would definitely lend a hand for the sake of their elders and would never stand idly by, but hasn't it come to that point now?
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Wang Fengqiao thought about it and felt that it made sense.
"It's better not to say goodbye. If we say goodbye, we're afraid that we'll both hold hands and look at each other with tears in our eyes, and neither of us will want to leave the other."
Xi Bao suddenly shouted, "Hua Hua!"
When Wang Fengqiao mentioned Chen Cancan's son, she smiled slightly and did not comment on Zhao Dabao. Instead, she continued the topic and said, "That was when my aunt had never seen Xibao's naughtiness. He was so naughty that I wanted to press him to the kang and spank him."
"It was just dream talk." Wang Feng smiled. "Maybe he was thinking of Zhonghua. He called his name in his dream. Come to think of it, we left in such a hurry that he didn't have time to say goodbye to Zhonghua."
"Take me there quickly!"
As a result, the mother and daughter only saw Xibao turn over, lie on her stomach with her butt sticking up, and continue to sleep soundly.
The conductor Gu Hong, who brought them hot water and took good care of them, also hurried over. Seeing her was like seeing a bodhisattva. She grabbed her and said, "Comrade, you are dressed as a medical soldier, with a Red Cross armband and a first aid kit. Please come with me quickly. A passenger has fainted and we are so worried."
There were too many cousins, and she was too lazy to meet them one by one and show the deep affection between the cousins and brothers.
Mr. Lu and Wang Zhengguo are quite careful and should have noticed this situation long ago, but others probably didn't notice it.
Wang Fengqiao and Feng Qingxue turned to look at him at the same time, thinking that the voices had woken him up.
Feng Qingxue had just turned Xibao over and covered her with a blanket when she heard a broadcast outside. It seemed that a passenger was sick and was looking for a doctor to help. She told Wang Fengqiao to look after the child, and she grabbed the first aid kit and left the compartment.
This passenger was in a sleeper compartment and arrived quickly.
"Move aside, move aside, the doctor is here!" Gu Hong's voice spread, and the people surrounding the patient dispersed at once, making way for Feng Qingxue so that she could directly contact the patient.
The patient was an elderly man, at least in his sixties or seventies, with gray hair, wrinkled face, and weak breathing.
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(End of this chapter)