"And then?"
"Later, it took too long, and my father didn't find Peng Fei. The brick kiln collapsed and hit his leg."
Just like that, Jiang Lan became paralyzed.
Half a year later, when Jiang Xiaotao was half a year old, his mother passed away and never came back.
"I was raised by my uncle." Having said this, Jiang Xiaotao stopped eating the lollipop and wiped away his tears.
The Jiang family is still very poor now, and their life is even harder than it was back then.
At that time, Jiang Lan was still a healthy young man, and he didn't want Zhu Ying to suffer with him, let alone now.
But Zhu Ying had been waiting for him for eleven years.
Mu Ruanruan was deeply moved and didn't know what to say for a moment.
She was very moved by their relationship, but she also seemed to understand Jiang Lan. He didn't want to see the woman he cared about suffer.
"Teacher Mu, let's go back. Dad will be worried about me later."
"Let's go."
Mu Ruanruan secretly bought some food and medicine and put them in her cross-body bag, as well as a few mercury thermometers.
Jiang Lan's fever has subsided, but she is still very weak.
He was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt. Mu Ruanruan really wanted to check his leg injury, but she was a woman and it was not appropriate for her to lift up someone else's quilt.
Jiang He is not here.
Mu Ruanruan helped to make some food.
Jiang Xiaotao refused to accept the rice and vegetables that Mu Ruanruan brought.
She had originally brought some meat and rice.
But when she entered the house and saw Jiang Lan looking weak, she took out an old hen from her bag. In order to save money, she did not ask the space to help her deal with it.
It's alive.
"Teacher Mu, if I accept your things, I will definitely be scolded by my uncle." Jiang Xiaotao pouted and said words of refusal, but his eyes were always fixed on the meat and chicken.
"Can you kill a chicken?" Mu Ruanruan did not respond but changed the subject.
Jiang Xiaotao shook his head: "This kind of thing is always done by my uncle."
She had forgotten about this.
"Then take it and ask your uncle to kill it. Just tell him that Teacher Mu wants to have dinner at your house. She's picky about food and only eats meat." Mu Ruanruan tied up the old mother and handed her to Jiang Xiaotao. "Go quickly. I'll cook."
Children are children. When it comes to food, they instantly forget everything else and run quickly to Jiang He's house carrying their old mother.
Mu Ruanruan made a fire and cooked. She was not good at it, so she washed the rice, put it in the pot and waited, then went to prepare the dishes.
Jiang Xiaotao came back with nothing in his hands when the meat was only half cut.
A tall and straight figure followed behind.
Jiang He lowered his eyes, with no expression on his face. He followed Jiang Xiaotao into the kitchen.
From the moment she entered the door, Mu Ruanruan's eyes were on him.
And he never looked at Mu Ruanruan from beginning to end, as if she was air.
He is indeed angry.
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