Wu Mao's face was wrapped in a thick white cloth, his mouth was twitching, and his face was covered with large bumps.
He took out his phone and answered it very quickly.
"Hey! Mom, what's up?" Wu Mao asked cautiously.
"Hey! It's nothing much, it's just that your grandma wants you to come back with your grandpa, dad, and Er Mao for Chinese New Year."
“Okay! I understand, Mom,” Wu Mao replied quickly.
Then the phone went silent.
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
His face really hurt, and after thinking about it, he still made a phone call to his older brother.
"50 cents? What made you think of calling me?" Li Damao was changing his dressing!
"Brother, my face has been itchy ever since I came back from the village. I don't know why. I saw you with your face covered up the other day, so I wanted to ask if you looked like me when you went back to the village."
Hearing Wu Mao's words, Da Mao was taken aback, then asked, "You didn't touch the water in the pond halfway up the mountain, did you?"
"A pond? What's wrong, bro? The water in that pond is really clear! And it even tastes sweet."
Da Mao; "…………………………"
"Big brother, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Wu Mao was getting anxious, but his older brother didn't reply for a long time.
"Fifth brother, that's the bathing pond Dad dug for Mom... Our Mom... she bathed everything in there, you... you've got pimples, haven't you!"
"Thud..."
Wu Mao's phone fell to the ground. Oh no, his face is ruined. If it's ruined, he won't be able to make a living with his face anymore.
"Hey, hey, hey... Fifth brother? Are you still there?... Don't worry, as long as you keep getting some sun for a few months, you'll get better slowly."
The 50-cent party members heard it, but in this awful weather, where am I supposed to find the sun? Above the atmosphere?
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