Accompanying the Phoenix

Mrs. An listened to the words of the next month and asked for them. The reply she received was that she had not seen any rural women.

“The people in the other courtyard said that there was a woman who lived with the young master in the other courtyard, but the young master somehow ran out of the courtyard that night, and the woman followed him out. Later, they found the young master on the roots of the city gate, but only the young master was alone. Because the woman was not a very important person, they didn't care. They found the young master and worried about putting him in another courtyard, so they sent him directly to the house.” In the future, a woman with a smooth mouth will tell the story in a simple and clear way.

Mrs. An was in a bit of a hurry. She couldn't see the child's hand wound. She only heard that a lot of blood had been shed. How could it be better if there was too much blood loss?

Watching the maid make it impossible to get the child out of the bed. Mrs. An finally caught her in a hurry. She was about to order someone to climb under the bed and catch her. She stopped her next month.

“Ma'am, if Brother Van is timid and there are too many people in the house, I'm sure he's scared too. Let them out first.” Tomorrow moon didn't want to get into trouble, but she opened her mouth to see that Mrs. An was in such a hurry that she couldn't climb into the bottom of the bed and catch people.

Mrs. An heard that it made sense to think about it. She hurried all the maids out of the house and bent over to face the little shadow beneath the bed. Patience begged: "Brother Fan, get out and come to Grandma. ”

Van Gogh was hiding beneath the bed, and Cesar trembled and had no reaction to Mrs. Ann's words.

Lady An was patient for half a day. Fan Brother still refused to come out. She gradually lost patience and became impatient. "Are you coming out or not? If you don't come out, you stay there forever and never come out! ”

Turns out Van Gogh is shaking harder.

After listening for a while next month, I watched Mrs. An lose patience and get angry. She bent over and looked at Brother Fan under the bed. She softly coddled him. "I know Brother Fan wants to find Aunt Liu, but Brother Fan, we don't know what Aunt Liu looks like. Can you come out and tell us what Aunt Liu looks like? ”

When Brother Fan listened to the words of the next moon, he seemed less shaky. He turned his head slowly and looked vigilantly at the next moon.

Tomorrow the moon smiled gently at him: "You ran out that night for no reason, and Aunt Liu followed you out. But going to Beijing is huge. Aunt Liu may be lost. She doesn't have any silver money. If we don't go out to find her, she will probably never find you again. There are a lot of bad people out there. How can you bully Aunt Liu? ”

Brother Fan blinked, biting his pale lips and staring straight at the moon.

His eyes were not big, but his eyes were particularly black, and his eyes were particularly white when lined up. He kept staring at people like that, inevitably causing people to have some hair in their hearts.

Tomorrow the moon smiled at him: “Aunt Liu is so good to Fan on weekdays, Fan is worried about her too, right? So it shouldn't be too late, you should hurry out and tell us what Aunt Liu really looks like, so that people in the family can find it. Don't you want to see Aunt Liu sooner? ”

She reached out to Van Gogh, "Come on, can I pull you out? ”

Brother Fan's dark, infiltrating eyes stared at the moon for half an hour before he made up his mind, slowly handing his little hand to the moon.

Tomorrow moon held his hand, his hands were small and soft, I wonder if it was related to injuries and bleeding, his fingers were cold. When he shook his hand back next month, he told him to grab her finger quickly. He grabbed it tightly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and he wouldn't let go again.

Mrs. An finally saw him come out, relieved greatly, frowned and was about to come up.

When he saw her go forward, he seemed shocked to hide behind the moon. He held the legs of the moon back with his hands tight. Although he was young, he was desperate to go back. At one point next month, let him drag him down.

“Ma'am, don't worry.” Tomorrow, knowing that Brother Fan was afraid of Madam, he saw Madam Fan with a frown and smiled and persuaded him. "It's okay to call the prefectural doctor to show Brother Fan the hand wounds first. ”

Madam couldn't take a lesson from Fan, so she hastily called the prefectural doctor in.

The doctor came in, but Van Gogh wouldn't let him see it.

Next month, she had to kneel down and fool him. At this time, she could see the face of Brother Van. She was really very similar to the midget killer in the land of congratulations on that day. No wonder even Happy Land cheated on the past. It's just that Fan seems a little thinner, and his face is very white, pale and weak, causing pity.

“Brother Van, your finger is broken. Let me see it, shall I?” She softened.

Fan decided to look at her half a mile before taking out his right hand, which was hidden behind him.

His index finger was cut, the wound was not very deep, by now the bleeding had stopped, not as severe as the woman had said. Tomorrow the moon relieved his breath and wanted to take him to the prefectural doctor to clean the wound. He is weak, his physical resistance will naturally not be good. Tomorrow he will be infected if he doesn't wash his wounds. If he is infected, he will probably lose his life.

But Brother Fan suddenly embraced the neck of the moon and refused to walk towards the doctor of the province.

He won't let go this time, no matter how he is fooled next month.

Tomorrow moon can't, I just have to pick him up, "I'll hold you and let the state doctor take care of your wound, okay? ”

This time Van Gogh nodded, although the nod's curvature was almost invisible.

The doctor quickly handled Brother Van's wound. The respectful counterpart, Lady An, said: "Madam, don't worry, the young master's injuries are not important, these few days will be fine. ”

After a pause, she glanced at Lady Ann's slightly painful look, which made her dare to say: “Just look at the young master's body and bones are not very strong. Did you prescribe him some nourishing medicine to make up for it? ”

Mrs. An nodded in a row, "I'm going to open it. Young Master's body is in your hands, you must pay attention. ”

The doctor answered yes, hurried to open the formula.

Mrs. An did not like the child, but at this time, she looked at his little face almost the same as her grandfather's when he was a child. She also saw the child's lean, timid and frightened appearance, and couldn't help but feel the pain.

She tried to touch him before, but Van was so scared that she buried her head in the shoulder socket of the moon. She refused to lift her head.

“The child…” Mrs. Ann sighed with some disappointment.

Apologies again to look at the next moon, “The kid doesn't understand anything, so he has to bother the next moon. ”

She wondered herself, how could this child be alone in the next moon? Even her grandmother was scared, so much so that the boy was raised like this, so... disappointing.

Although she did not know who Fan's biological mother was, the integrity of her son was clear to her. The biological mother of the child must be very low. Because of her biological mother's relationship, Madame still had a slight tingle in her heart, even if she felt sorry for him.

“It's all right.” Tomorrow moon's heart cries bitterness, but it doesn't force him to smile at all, "Van Gogh arrived at first sight, only afraid of the relationship between the students, as long as he stays with you familiar. I've heard the King say that Fan is as smart as his grandfather was when he was a child. At such a young age, he can carry three scriptures and a thousand words. ”

This, of course, was not said by Ho Zhizhou, but by another killer who lived with the dwarf killer in the Imperial Palace that day. Tomorrow moon can see that Mrs. Fan actually has some dislike in her heart, and thinks about the poor child. His father is not serious, and she has no mother. If she doesn't like Mrs. An anymore, even if he is the eldest son of the Hou Fu Mansion, it will be a long time. Some slaves in the Mansion will not keep Fan Gong in their eyes until they trample him down. In the future, Grandpa An will still marry his wife and have a wife. Fan Gong's life in the Mansion will only be more difficult.

Although she is not the Virgin Mary, she sees Van Gogh so pathetic, especially now that she believes she depends on her, and thinks she should help him.

Mrs. An heard Tomorrow Moon say that, if she really brightened her eyes, she had a smile on her face. "Really? Brother Van, do you really know how to carry a thousand words? ”

Van Gogh was frightened and silent.

Tomorrow the moon leads him to say, “This is what Aunt Liu told the King. Fan, tell Grandmother, is it true what Aunt Liu said? ”

She was patient and kept whispering to Van Gogh. Van Gogh looked into her laughing eyes and nodded slowly. He whispered: "It's true. ”

“Then our Fan brother is much smarter than your father. Your father is five years old, and he can't even carry all three scriptures.” Lady An smiled with joy: “Aren't we going to have a Yuanrong in our house? ”

Of course she's kidding. In the current status of He Zhou, how can you carry his nephew in a cold window like those cold-blooded brothers? It's just a matter of his words, but there's a smart man in the house who can read, and this is the face of the Hou Fu Mansion!

Fan Brother saw Mrs. An smiling, although still hiding from Mrs. An's eyes, he was not as afraid of exclusion as he had just been. "This is your grandmother. Do you know what she means? ”

Brother Fan hesitated for a moment before nodding his head again. His voice sounded like a mosquito humming: “It's Dad's mother. ”

“Yes, my grandmother is my father's mother. She'll protect you, just like your father and mother. ”

Brother Fan's tears suddenly cracked down without warning. He cried sadly with the moon, “Mother, I want Mother, I want Mother...”

He cried very sadly, but feared that it would annoy the moon, so he even cried carefully.

Mrs. An's eyes turned red, and next moon also felt that she was made soft by his soft, soft cry.