"How can it be so serious?" Ah Chou sat up from the bed anxiously, the quilt slipped from her shoulders, and she was busy pulling the quilt to wrap herself tightly. At the same time, she pleaded with Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, I am really fine. I know my body, there will be no problem. Don't worry. I can go back by myself..."
"But typhoid fever is contagious," Chen Qingxuan interrupted Ah Chou and said to him word by word. "I know you are anxious to go home. It's okay for you to go home, but what if your family members are infected? Then, will the two of you just endure it at home? Or will you go down the mountain again in the snow?"
Ah Chou was startled for a moment, then asked Chen Qingxuan cautiously, "Is it really contagious?"
"Yes, it's amazing." Chen Qingxuan nodded. He looked at Ah Chou who wrapped himself tightly. Thinking about Ah Chou who slept in the man's arms last night and kept burrowing into the man's arms, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. After a pause, Chen Qingxuan said to Ah Chou. "Don't worry, your family is here too, and they are resting next door now?"
"Really? He, he's here too?" Ah Chou was so happy that he didn't know what to do. He wanted to go over to see Zhong Mingwei, but he was afraid that he would infect Zhong Mingwei, so he didn't dare to go over. He immediately asked Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, how is he? Why is he here with you?"
"You were the one who was sent down the mountain, right? Otherwise, how could you have come down the mountain by yourself when you were so sick that you passed out?" Chen Qingxuan said, rubbing his fingers together, and then said, "He is fine, he is just too tired, so he is still sleeping at this time. Don't disturb him for now, let him have a good sleep."
Chen Qingxuan didn't know what the relationship between Achou and Zhong Mingwei was. Uncle Chen said they were uncle and niece, but last night he saw the two of them sleeping in each other's arms, and he immediately remembered that Achou seemed to have always avoided talking about her family's situation. Chen Qingxuan was shocked and found it unbelievable, but he was not a gossipy person. If Achou didn't want to say it, he wouldn't ask. He just saw that the relationship between the two was not ordinary. The disabled man was willing to risk his life for Achou, and Achou was so sick but still wanted to go back. Chen Qingxuan looked at Achou's anxious and happy face, so he lied. He didn't want to make Achou worry too much. After all, she was still recuperating. If she was always thinking about the man next door, she might not be able to recover from the illness.
"It's good that he's alright, it's good that he's alright," Ah Chou let out a long breath, and suddenly turned to look at Chen Qingxuan, and said with some difficulty, "He...his legs and feet are not good, how did he send me down the mountain, Mr. Chen, do you know?"
"Oh, he took down the door panel of your house and tied you to it. He pushed you all the way down. I happened to see it, so I brought you back." Chen Qingxuan said lightly.
"Hey! He's really smart!" Ah Chou was a little proud, his eyes curved, and he said to Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, could you please ask Grandma Chen to make him a pot of noodle dumpling soup? He must be hungry, give him two eggs, a spoonful of sesame oil, and a spoonful of chili powder. When I feel better, I will send the money for medicine and food..."
"Girl, you always say things I don't like to hear," Chen Qingxuan frowned and walked out, but then he stopped and turned to look at Ah Chou, "I made noodle soup for him, and you won't eat anything else?"
"Didn't we have red bean porridge just now?" Ah Chou whispered, pursing his lips and said to Chen Qingxuan a little shyly, "How about I have a bowl of noodle dumpling soup too."
"Also two eggs, a spoonful of sesame oil, and a spoonful of chili powder?" Chen Qingxuan asked.
"Yeah, the same as his!" Ah Chou said hurriedly, but at the same time he felt a little shy and shrank his face into the quilt, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."
Chen Qingxuan smiled and shook his head, then walked out the door.
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Pang Yi found Jixian Bookstore in the middle of the night.
He settled Xiao An in the afternoon, and bought a large cart of rice, flour, oil, grains, bedding, clothes and other items on the street. He drove the cart up the mountain, but as soon as he reached the gate halfway up the mountain, he was scared. One of the doors was missing, and the other door was shaking "bang" in the cold wind. Pang Yi's heart was in his throat, and he jumped off the carriage in a hurry. He drew his knife and tiptoed into the courtyard.
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