"Ahem, cough, cough..." Perhaps because he had said too much, Zhao Youcai lay on the kang and coughed violently. When Zhao Jun came over, Zhao Youcai turned over and gave his back to Zhao Jun.

"Dad, is this fucking?" Zhao Jun gently stroked Zhao Youcai's back, trying to relieve his cough.

He coughed violently and tears came out of Zhao Youcai's eyes. He turned his back to Zhao Jun and said as if sobbing: "You don't care about me. If I want to spread the bar on the kang in the future, you have to throw it out."

"You are like this, I want to throw you out now." Zhao Jun secretly cursed in his heart, but said: "Dad, you are lying under the tree in front of me. When my uncle shouted, I ran up in a hurry.

You got stuck and lost your hip bone. How about I stop carrying you?"

"If your hip bones fall off, your hip bones will fall off." Zhao Youcai muttered, "If it doesn't fall off sooner or later, then it will fall off earlier."

Hearing Zhao Youcai's words, Zhao Jun couldn't help but laugh secretly. This was the first time in his two lives that he saw Zhao Youcai like this.

"Dad, don't take it personally." Zhao Jun said, took out a piece of Shilin smoke from the cotton monkey's pocket, showed it to Zhao Youcai, and said: "Watch my son make a piece of Shilin smoke for you, and we can smoke it again when the disease is cured."

ah."

Zhao Jun coaxed Zhao Youcai like a child, but at this time, Zhao Youcai took the Shilin cigarette and put it next to his pillow, but said: "If your son is unfilial, smoking Chinese is for nothing."

At this point, Zhao Youcai seemed to be talking to himself, but Zhao Jun heard him.

Just listen to him say: "I have never smoked Zhonghua in my life."

"Dad, if you want to smoke, wait until I come down the mountain again, and I'll buy it for you." Zhao Jun smiled and glanced sideways at Zhao Youcai. There is no Zhonghua in their valley, but there are still supply and marketing cooperatives in the city.

"That's not necessary." Zhao Youcai muttered, "If you were more filial to me, it would be more than anything else."

This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! "No." Zhao Jun couldn't hold it back. He sat in front of Zhao Youcai and asked, "Dad, why am I not filial to you?"

"Your father is like this, but you still don't care about me." Zhao Youcai said: "This morning, your two sisters hugged me and cried."

After saying this, Zhao Youcai added: "The bells are crying."

"Then you want me to cry too?" Zhao Jun said with a smile.

"I..." Zhao Youcai was about to answer when he heard Wang Meilan's voice from the door: "Don't cause trouble. If you continue to torture my son, I will pinch you!"

Zhao Youcai was stunned for a moment, remembering how hard Wang Meilan strangled his neck today. Zhao Youcai pulled the corners of the quilt, covered his face and stopped talking.

Zhao Jun smiled when he saw this, then got on the kang and lay down.

Some people have a fever at night. After nine o'clock, Zhao Youcai has a fever again. Zhao Jun touches his forehead and it feels hot, but he can no longer take painkillers at this time.

So Zhao Jun put on his clothes and went out of the house, went to the south window and dug an ice skate.

The ice skate fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. Zhao Jun picked up three large pieces and went back to the house to wrap them in a towel.

Putting this aside for now, Zhao Jun took Zhao Youcai's usual simmer, poured out the bottom of a bowl and rubbed Zhao Youcai's chest and back.

Zhao Jun finished wiping Zhao Youcai's chest, mainly the chest area. Then, Zhao Jun turned Zhao Youcai's back up and was about to wipe his back when Wang Meilan came over.

At this time, the three little girls had all fallen asleep. Wang Meilan took the bowl of liquor from Zhao Jun and wiped Zhao Youcai's back herself.

Zhao Jun said a few words to Wang Meilan. Seeing that Zhao Youcai was in better condition, he went out to the outhouse and picked up a green onion next to the bowl rack.

Zhao Jun peeled off the green onion leaves, tore off a piece of white green onion, and wiped it under his eyelids. His whole body suddenly became excited.

When Zhao Jun entered the room with squinted eyes, Wang Meilan had already finished wiping the wine for Zhao Youcai.

At this time, Zhao Youcai was no longer so angry, and his whole person was much more energetic.

Wang Meilan was scolding him and said: "You also said that my son is unfilial. How good is my son to you?"

Zhao Youcai pursed his lips and said nothing, but at this moment, Zhao Jun threw himself on the bed and shouted: "Dad!"

When he shouted "Dad", Zhao Jun burst into tears.

Pretending to cry was not the purpose. At this time, Zhao Jun's face was hovering above Zhao Youcai's face.

Wang Meilan had just put ice wrapped in a towel on Zhao Youcai's forehead, so Zhao Youcai could only lie on his back.

So, Zhao Jun's tears fell on Zhao Youcai's eyes, nose, and lips.

"Bah! Cough!" Zhao Youcai closed his eyes to avoid tears, shook his head, and raised his hand to pull Zhao Jun.
Chapter completed!