Cen Huaian ran back to the house, and before he could catch his breath, he went to the bathroom to get a basin of water.

He moved a stool to the side of the bed and placed the basin on it. Then he knelt beside the bed, soaked the towel, and carefully placed it on Chuxia's forehead.

When the towel was hot, he changed it again.

Cen Huaian pursed his lips tightly, his eyes fixed on Chuxia's face.

At first her brows were tightly wrinkled, but then they slowly relaxed, as if she was not so uncomfortable. Cen Huaian was finally not so panicked in his heart. Grandma Chen was right.

So Cen Huaian did it more seriously.

He didn't care how long he did this, he just knelt beside the bed, wet the towel, changed the towel, didn't feel tired, and didn't feel hot.

The weather was very stuffy today. In fact, the room was quite hot, and there was no fan in the room.

It was not hot when sleeping at night. Chuxia and Cen Huaian were not well yet, and fans would easily catch a cold, so she did not buy one.

When Chuxia woke up, she saw that Cen Huaian's forehead was full of sweat, and he was about to put a towel on her head.

Seeing her open her eyes, Cen Huaian's eyes showed joy and he exhaled quietly.

"Mom, drink water."

Cen Huaian remembered Chuxia's words. If you have a fever and sweat a lot, you have to drink more water, so there is always water in the cup.

Chuxia sweated all over, and she felt that her fever had subsided a little.

When she was sleeping, she felt that her head was cool and comfortable. She didn't expect that Cen Huaian was using a wet towel to help her cool down.

She hadn't taught him this, but there was no doubt that Chu Xia was deeply touched. When she met Cen Huaian's caring eyes, Chu Xia felt that her heart softened in an instant.

She took off the towel on her head, took the enamel cup from Cen Huaian's hand, drank water, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Who taught you how to cool down with a towel?" Chu Xia asked as she put the towel into the basin.

"Grandma Chen." Cen Huaian still didn't say much and didn't say what he had done for Chu Xia.

But Chu Xia knew that Cen Huaian must have asked Grandma Chen on purpose. Such an An An made Chu Xia want to hug him.

She did so: "An An, I'm very happy."

Cen Huaian was suddenly hugged by his mother. He was stunned, his body stiff and at a loss.

But after hearing what Chu Xia said, his whole body relaxed and his mouth curled up.

Chu Xia felt that she was much better. Although she still had a low fever and her body was still weak, she was much better than when she woke up in the morning.

She let go of Cen Huaian and touched his head with her hand: "Are you tired?"

Cen Huaian shook his head. In fact, he was tired.

He had been bending over and using a towel to cool Chu Xia down. His waist was the most tired.

So after Chu Xia woke up, Cen Huaian sat up on the bed and secretly touched his waist, which was the most uncomfortable.

Cen Huaian thought his movements were very small, but Chu Xia actually saw it clearly when she lowered her head.

She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, she felt very warm, and she didn't even feel uncomfortable being sick.

"It must be sore here." Chu Xia pressed Cen Huaian's waist, and his back straightened instantly, and he quickly hid his hands.

Chu Xia smiled and asked him to lie down, and found the acupuncture points and pressed them for him a few times. For her, who had been learning Chinese medicine from her grandfather since she was a child, this was as simple as drinking water and eating.

Of course, it was very painful for her to recite the acupuncture points back then. If she couldn't recite them well, she would be punished to copy and not allowed to eat.

In this regard, her grandfather was very strict with her.

"Does it feel better now?"

Chu Xia rubbed his head and asked him to move his waist.

Cen Huaian was surprised, and he really didn't feel uncomfortable anymore. He looked at Chu Xia's hand with confusion in his eyes. Why?

Chu Xia saw his confusion and said with a smile: "Because mom is a fairy from heaven, she knows magic. Mom saw An An suffering in heaven, so she came down to save you."

Cen Huaian's eyebrows wrinkled, and he looked like he wanted to believe it, but didn't know whether to believe it or not. He felt that his mother was coaxing him.

"Then why didn't you come to save me when I was suffering?"

"At that time, mom hadn't learned the magic yet, and I came down as soon as I learned it."

Cen Huaian had a good memory. Before she found a suitable excuse for knowing medical skills, Chu Xia would not tell anyone that she knew medicine, including Cen Huaian.

Seeing Cen Huaian sitting aside without saying a word, wrinkling his little face and thinking, Chu Xia tried hard to hold back her smile.

After struggling for a while, Cen Huaian spoke: "Mom, can you conjure something?"

Chu Xia shook her head: "No. In order to find An An, I have used up all my magic. I can only do a little, such as making your waist less uncomfortable."

"Then will you leave, mom?" Cen Huaian asked again, his eyes staring at Chu Xia, his hands unconsciously clenching the quilt.

"No." Chu Xia said as a matter of course: "How can I go back if I don't have any magic? I will be your mother forever in the future."

Cen Huaian breathed a sigh of relief. Without magic, his mother could not return to heaven and would not leave him.

He felt that his idea was very bad, but he couldn't help but secretly thinking in his heart: he wanted such a mother to accompany him forever.

He thought his mother got sick because the magic was gone, and he would protect his mother in the future.

Chuxia watched the expression on Cen Huaian's face change from doubt to complete belief, and she tried very hard not to laugh.

Children are so easy to coax, and they really believe that there are fairies in this world. But he will know in the future that they are all ordinary people.

But who didn't have innocence when they were young? Children in later generations also believe in magic fairies and Ultraman.

Chuxia continued to have a low fever for two days after her illness before she was completely cured.

Cen Huaian has been very well-behaved and sensible these days, and he has also learned to make porridge by himself.

But when he wants to use the coal stove to do something, it is when Chuxia is watching, not under her nose, and she won't let him touch the fire.

Thursday morning, there was a heavy rainstorm last night, and the weather is a little cooler today.

Chuxia looked through the closet and found the summer clothes she had bought before, as well as the original owner's clothes. Except for the work clothes, every piece of clothing had patches.

It seemed that she needed to buy new clothes.

"Mom, the tomatoes are growing!"

Spinach was the first vegetable to sprout in the windowsill in early summer, and it is growing well now.

Later, cucumbers and beans also sprouted one after another. Cen Huaian didn't like to eat green onions and had no expectations for them to sprout.

He liked to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so he had been waiting for the tomatoes to sprout. He would take a look every morning when he got up. Today, they finally sprouted, and Chuxia could feel his joy.

She walked over to take a look. The tomato seedlings were still very small, and it was too early to wait for them to grow tomatoes.

However, she did not discourage Cen Huaian's enthusiasm and said, "When the tomatoes grow up and bear the first fruit, I will make you tomatoes mixed with white sugar."

This was something Cen Huaian had never eaten before, but none of the food his mother said was bad, so he was looking forward to the tomatoes growing even more.

The temperature was not high, so Chuxia found an old coat and put it on Cen Huaian.

When he went out, he was still looking down at the fat and big clothes. This was someone's old clothes that his mother took from his grandmother's house.

He didn't like his grandmother, nor did he like this coat that was so big that it covered his whole body.

"Mom, can I not wear the coat?"

"No. It's cold today, and you will get sick if you don't wear the coat." Chuxia didn't even think about refusing. She knew what he was thinking. She touched his head without hair and said, "Wear this today. I'll take you to buy new clothes at noon."

Cen Huaian hasn't come to the Yuhong class for three days.

The teacher didn't care. After all, it was not a formal school. The existence of the Yuhong class was to facilitate employees and teach some simple knowledge.

As long as you pay the money, the teacher will look at it if you send it, and it's okay if you don't send it.

Chuxia asked the parents of the children who were attending the Yuhong class in the family academy to help them ask for leave.

She said to Cen Huaian: "Since you are here to study in the Yuhong class, you must take school seriously. If you don't come to class, you must ask for leave from the teacher. This is the most basic rule to follow in school. In other places, there are many children who can't even go to school and don't know how to read, such as Bangzi. You must cherish the opportunity to go to school."

Cen Huaian nodded. He actually liked to learn new knowledge from his mother and teacher, but he didn't like to learn things over and over again.

Therefore, sometimes after the teacher taught over and over again, he couldn't help but do other things, and then he tried hard to listen carefully.

"Mom." Cen Huaian suddenly called Chuxia.

Chuxia: "Huh?"

"Bangge doesn't like to study, he can't study." Cen Huaian's little face was expressionless, and his tone was stating a fact.

Chuxia: "Why?"

Cen Huaian: "His mother was a scholar, but she ran away. His father burned his mother's books and burned himself to death. He hates books the most."

Chuxia guessed the situation of Bangzi's family, maybe he had no parents, but she never thought that he was like this.

She opened her mouth: "You should have told me earlier."

Cen Huaian looked at her: "You didn't ask me."

Chuxia: ...It's her fault.

But she still said: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with books, they are just objects. People are wrong. Bangzi's mother abandoned them and ran away because of her bad character. It has nothing to do with whether she has read books or not. On the contrary, we can get a lot of knowledge from books."

Cen Huaian thought about Chuxia's words and said firmly: "Mom, I will study hard."

"Okay, let's go to class."

When Chuxia was in the factory, she took a palm-sized booklet she made by herself, which recorded the key points of the exam.

When the cloth was not woven well, Chuxia would take a few glances. She would recite while working. This kind of intense learning was very efficient.

On the other hand, Cen Huaian entered the class, and the happiest person was Chenchen. He thought he was already a good friend with Anan.

Good friends should care about each other.

"An An, why didn't you come to class for three days?"

Cen Huaian looked at him and didn't want to pay attention to him, but thinking about his candy, he replied: "My mother is sick."

"Ah, it's so uncomfortable to be sick, and I have to take bitter medicine. I hate being sick the most, s--- s--- ..."

His little mouth kept talking, and Cen Huaian didn't understand why he had so much to say.

Cen Huaian wiped the table and bench by himself, took out his books, and waited for class. Chenchen's constant talking had no effect on him at all.

"Hahaha! Cen Huaian, did your mother take her clothes for you to wear? So ugly!"

This is Wang Hongbing, the most naughty child in the Yuhong class. He either pulls the braids of little girls or puts caterpillars on people's desks all day long. He also likes to make fun of others.

As soon as he came in and saw Cen Huaian, he held his stomach and laughed, making faces and looking deliberately funny.

Cen Huaian looked at him fiercely without saying a word. Wang Hongbing was immediately frightened and trembled. He quickly slipped back to his seat and dared not laugh at Cen Huaian anymore.

It was too scary. Cen Huaian was like the wild dog that bit off a large piece of meat from his leg. No wonder Jiang Chen cried when he was beaten by him.

He wouldn't be beaten too, would he? Wang Hongbing was so scared that he accidentally wet his pants. He was sent home crying by the teacher to change his pants.

At noon, Chuxia picked up Cen Huaian and took him to the department store to buy clothes. The guy who sold clothes was still the same guy. He brought in a batch of new clothes, the latest autumn clothes.

There were also shoes. Chuxia saw the familiar Huili sneakers. This is a shoe that also exists in later generations, but it has since fallen into disuse.

But now it is very glorious to have a pair of Huili sports shoes.