In the small village farmhouse, there was only a girl who was about to get married to prepare a new wooden basin. The wooden basin was now placed at Chu Yu's hand and half a basin of well water was collected.

The veil on Liu An'an's forehead was still taken out of her own arms, and the silk veil that was embroidered with red silk thread. Unfortunately, she rolled around and had not fallen off. Chu Yu turned it out and wet the veil and wrung it to cool her down.

The village doctor's medical skills and medicinal materials can only be said to be enough for daily life. The little girl is delicate and delicate, and is far from being able to serve her. After taking a bowl of medicine, her cheeks were still pink and tender, and she whispered and couldn't tell the tone.

The veil was twisted back and forth more than ten times, but she never saw the cooling down.

It was already late at night. There was no movement in the remote village, but this small and dilapidated house was lit with a luxurious oil lamp late at night.

When Chu Yu put the silk parsley into the wooden basin again, the well water was burned to the point of being warmed by the girl's high heat.

The world's Communist Party leader frowned, staring at the wooden basin as if facing a great enemy.

The owner of the small and broken house, the old woman and her daughter, were driven to the next door by him with money, and they couldn't even call anyone.

The dignified emperor of the world had to bow down and pick up the wooden basin, strode into the yard with a tense face, poured water in the basin.

The water used in the farmhouse is stored in the water tank, and the gourd is cut into two and used as a tool for fetching water.

Re-pour the water into the wooden basin, and the crescent moon in the sky reflected in the basin, shaking.

Chu Yu stood up and glanced around for a short time.

The farmhouse is dilapidated and ragged. There is an indescribable smell of grey in the air.

Small, dilapidated, a bit suffocating.

Chu Yu stood under the beams covered with rotten and moss, rubbed his forehead, and his eyes gradually became less warm with the cold moonlight.

Disliked.

It's very much like the old place he hates.

Once there is nothing to be distracted by, the irritability that cannot be suppressed surges into my heart.

He looked up and said that the moon in the sky seemed to have lost its bright light, so dim that it needed bright red and blood to suppress the loss of color.

Chu Yu scooped a bucket of water and raised his hand to pour it into the air.

The water sprouts break through and sprinkle into raindrops all over the sky.

In each raindrop is a painting and a blood-red fantasy.

Chu Yu had no expression on his face, but his eyes gradually became full of hostility.

The brilliance that surged in my heart was about to find a vent.

When the crescent moon was about to dye its vermilion in its eyes, it was sobbing softly with the wind through the broken half window.

The throbbing violence in my heart was covered up by Qingming.

Chu Yu looked back.

In the small house with the oil lamp, the little girl didn't know what she dreamed of, and she didn't dare to amplify the sob. She held it in her throat, feeling aggrieved as if she had no master.

After throwing the ladle in his hand, Chu Yu slowly picked up the wooden basin and returned to the edge of the bed. His cold fingers poked the girl's forehead, who was choking in her sleep.

She's lucky.

I almost couldn't control myself and wanted to kill someone.

There have been many times, in this situation, when the violence could not be controlled, the little girl hummed and whispered in a coquettish manner, like a pillar of fragrance dedicated to the Buddha, making his spiritual consciousness clear.

It seems that this little liar is a bit special.

It's not in vain that he can save her life.

For half a night, the little girl kept humming, tears dripping down the corners of her eyes, crying so sadly.

Where did so many tears come from, and cry so fiercely?

Chu Yu didn't have that good patience, so he raised his hand to wipe away the tears for her. The second time he burst into tears, he threatened coldly: "Try crying again."

The little girl's crying in her sleep came to an abrupt end.

A teardrop hangs on the wet eyelashes, and it won't fall off.

Chu Yu nodded.

Not bad, pretty well-behaved.

Perhaps the wound behind him was hurt. After sleeping until the middle of the night, Liu Anan, who had not yet dropped the temperature, reached out again and unswervingly turned to his back and scratched the wound.

Chu Yu held her wrist and held it down.

After a while, the other hand fell smoothly on the wound.

Chu Yu looked coldly.

The next moment, the little girl who was satisfied and scratched the wound, pouted and cried in pain.

It's so awkward.

So stupid.

After a night of hard work, the little girl sleeping on the kang was stunned and shouting.

"water……"

A broken bowl filled with water was pressed against her lips.

Liu Anan was so coughing.

Her lips were bloodless and all the water was lacking, and she had a layer of dry skin. When she drank the water, she swallowed it. When the small broken bowl was withdrawn, she was still reluctant to leave.

"I still want to drink..."

When she just woke up, her voice was soft and she became familiar with her.

"Get up by yourself."

A sound with a flat tone sounded, Liu Anan's mind was like a thunderous explosion, and she suddenly jumped in place like a frightened little hamster. She turned her head to see clearly. She was not the tyrant with amazing temperament!

He glanced at her and placed the small broken bowl on one side.

Liu Anan felt like a jumping rabbit was living in his heart, jumping up and down without any restlessness.

The one who handed her water just now was a tyrant?

He personally serves her?

Her brain was broken and hallucinated, or... or was she on the verge of death, and the tyrant gave her a pity for the last glance?

Liu Anan bit his finger, his eyes filled with sadness for a moment.

The man took two steps forward and raised his hand to reach out.

Liu Anan closed his eyes suddenly.

The next moment, the cold palm fell on her forehead.

Huh?

Liu Anan opened one eye vigilantly, and the man withdrew his hand and left the room.

But in just a short while, he brought another small broken bowl. The small broken bowl exuded a strong smell of medicine.

Liu Anan was surprised, but she really didn't dare to let the tyrant serve her, so she forced herself to sit up, bent down in fear and trepidation to take the small broken bowl.

"Young Master, please let me go, and I dare not bother you."

At this moment, even if there was a bowl of arsenic|Frost Coptis chinensis in the bowl, Liu Anan didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and poured it into his stomach.

The only benefit she had to cry was to quench her thirst.

"Don't dare?"

Chu Yu looked at the girl's head.

"I've been bothering me all night, what's the point of saying I don't dare to do it now?"

The last mouthful of Liu Anan was just holding it in his mouth, and he almost couldn't help but vomit it out, and he choked and swallowed it with tears.

What does it mean to be troubled overnight?

Where did she get the courage to bother the tyrant to take care of her overnight?

After drinking the medicine, Liu Anan didn't even dare to lie down on the kang, standing beside the tyrant, squeezing his fingers.

It hurts really hard on the back.

Yesterday, the tyrant told her that it was just a scratch, but the scratch was so painful that it was really scratching the heart. Liu Anan always wanted to look back and see what kind of scratch was on his back.

After a while, an old woman came outside the door.

"My wife is awake? Come and eat something to fill her stomach. The young man hasn't eaten yet, so you and your wife are just together."

He put down the spoon.

The little girl was still staring at him and waiting for the answer.

It was clearly shot by an arrow yesterday, and the body was covered with injuries. After burning all night, the spoiled little girl actually endured the pain and cooked in person because he refused to eat. The most interesting thing is that when she saw the egg lying on the bottom of the bowl, she was thinking about giving it to him.

"Don't your back hurt?"
To be continued...