Chapter 419: Why did the ashes from her burned paper disappear? Who cleaned them up?
He saw a piece of paper with words on it, and he stepped on it and took it out before it was completely burned.
"I'm really fine!"
"Do I look like I'm in trouble?"
Wen Jiu held Chu Xiuli's arm with his left hand and Old Man Wen's arm with his right hand, with an unconcealable smile and happiness in his eyes.
"Look how scared you are. I really just got bumped on the leg and I cried because I felt wronged when I saw my mom coming. Do you know that I am the most hypocritical and crybaby?"
In the past, whenever she was pampered by her family, she would feel happy but secretly guilty, thinking that she was a thief who was afraid of being exposed to the light.
Now it’s finally no longer necessary!
This originally belonged to her. There was no need to steal or rob it. It originally belonged to her!
"Really? You didn't lie to mom?" Chu Xiuli still didn't believe it. "You cried so hard just because someone touched your legs?"
“Really, really!”
"If you don't believe me, I'll show you!"
As Wenjiu spoke, he loosened his hands that were wrapped around their arms, bent down, rolled up his trouser legs and showed them his injuries.
Her leg did get hit.
When I was walking at home, I was in such a hurry that I tripped over the clothes that fell on the ground and my legs slammed against the bedside table.
But she was so nervous along the way that she didn't have time to think about it.
Now that the matter is resolved——
It really hurts.
As soon as Chu Xiuli and Old Man Wen saw the injury on her leg, their attention was immediately diverted.
"Ouch, how did you get hurt like this?"
"No wonder you cried so sadly!"
"Hurry, hurry, let's go downstairs. Xiuli, take my medicinal wine and rub it on her."
"Okay, Dad."
Chu Xiuli answered the old man and shouted into the house: "Zhenyan, hurry up and carry your sister downstairs."
Seeing Wen Jinyan coming out of the room, Wen Jiu's heart skipped a beat. When did he sneak into her room? She was almost feverish when she came out. He shouldn't have found anything he shouldn't have found, right?
Wen Jinyan carried Wenjiu downstairs and asked her to sit on the sofa. Chu Xiuli hurriedly brought the medicinal wine over and rubbed it on Wenjiu.
"Ajiu, bear with it. If you don't push the blood clot away, it will hurt more tomorrow."
"It's okay, Mom, you push it."
Chu Xiuli was afraid that Wenjiu would feel pain, so she didn't use much force at the beginning. While pushing, she looked at Wenjiu's face to see if she was okay before slowly increasing her force. She pushed for a full twenty minutes before stopping.
I couldn't help but say, "Be careful, look at how your leg is banged. You're so old, why are you still so flustered? If you get hurt, you'll be the one who gets hurt."
Wen Jiu said coquettishly, "Okay, Mom, I will definitely be more careful in the future."
Chu Xiuli said angrily: "You! You always agree with your mouth."
It's not like that when it's made!
"You sit with your grandfather. I'll wash my hands and go see the mutton soup you want to drink." As she spoke, she packed up the medicinal wine, pulled down her trousers to warm the wine, and walked to the kitchen.
The old man said distressedly: "It hurts, right? You must remember this lesson in the future, okay?"
"Okay, Grandpa."
While talking to his old man, Wen Jiu stole a glance at Wen Jinyan from the corner of his eye. Seeing that he seemed no different from usual, he withdrew his gaze with relief.
But when Chu Xiuli went to the kitchen, she remembered something was wrong.
I bumped my leg and cried to her...
But he ran back to the room and locked the door.
After thinking it over, Chu Xiuli still felt uneasy, so she took advantage of her husband going to the toilet and asked Wenjiu seriously, "Jiu, tell me the truth, were you crying because you bumped your leg and it hurt?"
"Then why did you go back to your room?"
Shouldn't I just hold her and continue crying?
"Your grandpa said you came back to look for something. What did you look for? Why did you seem strange when you came back?"
Wen Jiu knew that Chu Xiuli would become suspicious, and he had already thought of an excuse.
She hugged Chu Xiuli's arm, stuck out her tongue and pretended to be shy, "Where is it? I froze it on the way. After I cleaned up the house in the afternoon, I wanted to write a letter to A Ye to make him feel touched. But I thought about it for a long time and couldn't write it. I remembered that there was a love poem I wrote for him before at home, so I came back to get it."
"It's hidden inside the stars I folded. I was just afraid that you would see it..." Wenjiu said as he lowered his head embarrassedly.
"Really?"
Chu Xiuli still didn't quite believe it.
"What else can I do?" Wen Jiu smiled and threw the ball to Chu Xiuli. "Aye hasn't come back from his mission yet. I can't have a conflict with him. Others don't have the ability to bully me!"
"If I really had something wrong, I would have told you long ago so that you could find a solution. Just relax and stop imagining it."
Chu Xiuli thought about it carefully and felt that what Wenjiu said made sense.
There was no need for her to lie to them!
Family members are the closest to her. If she is really wronged or bullied and has problems that cannot be solved, she will definitely tell them.
"That's good."
Chu Xiuli's frown relaxed, and she smoothed down her messy hair and said angrily, "Look how scared you are to me and my grandfather. With a daughter and granddaughter like you, we will lose several years of our lives."
"How is that possible?"
Wen Jiu promised earnestly, "You will definitely live a very happy life with me around! I will make a lot of money for you, take you to eat a lot of delicious food, buy you a lot of clothes, and dress you up beautifully."
Although she is back now and those things will never happen again, they are real in her heart, and the suffering they have endured is also real. She will work hard to make them happy and make up for the suffering they have endured in the past.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Your mother will be very happy." Chu Xiuli smiled tenderly, "Sit down and let me check the soup in the pot and make some cakes for you, how about that?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Mutton soup with pancakes is delicious." Wen Jiu felt himself bubbling with happiness just thinking about it.
"good."
"You wait."
Chu Xiuli stood up with a smile and went to the kitchen with brisk steps.
Not only did she make steamed buns, she also made bamboo shoots and fried pork, which Wen Jiu and Wen Jinyan both liked. She also stir-fried shredded potatoes and bean paste. The bean paste tasted great when eaten with steamed buns.
Her stomach was full from drinking the warm wine, and she asked Chu Xiuli to pack the rest for her so that she could take it home to eat tomorrow.
Chu Xiuli was naturally happy. Seeing her child grow up to be plump and white was the greatest happiness for a mother.
Chu Xiuli didn't sleep with Wenjiu at night. She was afraid that she would touch Wenjiu's legs, so she let Wenjiu sleep in her own room.
Wen Jiu was afraid that Chu Xiuli would find the dust on the floor and it would be difficult to explain if she followed her into the room, so she found an excuse to send Chu Xiuli away when they reached the door of the room.
But Wenjiu was stunned when she walked in. Why were the ashes from her burned paper missing?
Who cleaned it up?
Why is no one asking?
What is going on?
She stood there in a daze, her heart pounding.
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