Chang’an Peasant Girl

Feng Feiyan's wheelchair was just the right height for her to sit at the table. Su Yijing sat next to Feng Feiyan. Seeing that some food was a little far from Feng Feiyan, Su Yijing grabbed some and put them in front of her for fear that Feng Feiyan would not be able to catch it.

The reason why everyone gathered so much, not one less, was because the Chinese New Year was coming soon.

"Mom, the Chinese New Year is the day after tomorrow. How many chickens do you think we should kill that day?" An Yiqing asked with a smile while eating melon seeds. They have so many family members. If they kill too few, there won't be enough to eat.

An Jing smiled and said, "We have eaten hundreds of chickens throughout the year. Fortunately, we have a large field around us and can raise so many chickens. Otherwise, there would be no chickens to kill during the Chinese New Year. There are so many people in our family. If we have fewer chickens, we will have to kill seven if four people eat one."

"We raise so many chickens at home just to eat them ourselves." Su Yixing smiled. "But mom, I think an odd number is not good. Let's kill eight."

"Then eight." An Jing had no objection.

Su Yixing drank a sip of tea, and then said to Feng Feiyan: "Sister-in-law, I have prepared another prescription. The medicine is boiling on the fire. When it becomes a paste, I will give it to you to see if it works."

During this period, Su Yixing has been studying how to cure Feng Feiyan's legs. Although Su Yixing has no way, he is trying hard to find a way and trying.

In less than half a month, Su Yixing and Gong Juechen have tried to cure Feng Feiyan many times, but unfortunately Feng Feiyan's legs still have no feeling at all.

Feng Feiyan smiled and said: "I don't care about my legs. You and Uncle Gong don't worry about it anymore. It can't be cured."

After returning home, she was in a good mood. No one in the family disliked her. They all felt sorry for her. She was able to see it and really accepted the fact that her legs were useless.

Su Yixing immediately said, "How can that be! No matter what, I will try. Maybe one day I can really cure your leg!"

An Jing and the others also said, "Yes, maybe one day it will really be cured."

Even Su Yijing said, "Let him cure it. We all want you to be well."

"Yeah." Feng Feiyan nodded, feeling extremely touched. She knew without Su Yijing saying anything that these family members just wanted her leg to be well, and they would find a way to cure her even if there was no way.

After an hour, Su Yixing used the plaster on Feng Feiyan, but it still had no effect.

The New Year passed in a blink of an eye.

Unknowingly, it was March.

Even though Su Yixing and Gong Juechen tried to cure Feng Feiyan's leg countless times, Feng Feiyan's leg was still the same, without any feeling.

That day, Feng Feiyan rolled her wheelchair under the grape trellis, blowing the wind and looking at the grape branches, feeling very comfortable.

Su Yijing treated her very well. He served her with everything from washing to dressing. He did not dislike her at all. The people at home treated her very well. She had long accepted the fact that her legs were broken. Now, she was used to this kind of life and tried to enjoy it.

If she was happy from the bottom of her heart, the people at home would also be happy. Why not?

Just as Feng Feiyan was looking at the grape branches, the sound of horse hooves sounded hurriedly, and it became clearer and clearer. It was obvious that someone was riding a horse towards her.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi were idle and were fiddling with flowers and plants on the other side of the yard. Hearing the hurried sound of horse hooves, An Jing could not help but frowned, with a bad premonition.