Rebirth Seventy Little Spicy Daughter-in-law

Zhou Chaoyang was numb, his mind was blank, and he walked with no purpose at all until he reached the edge of the moat. Suddenly he felt that he had no strength in his body, so he slowly sat down on the embankment.

He stared at the river with empty eyes, without a trace of light.

My heart aches to the point of numbness and I have lost all intuition.

Song Xiuyan stood not far away and watched, letting the snow fall on him, and soon turned into a snowman.

After a long time, he slowly walked over and sat down next to Zhou Chaoyang calmly, watching the river quietly with her.

The two of them just sat quietly, without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Song Xiuyan sighed: "You are still the same as when you were a child. When you have something on your mind, you like to sit on the river embankment. It's so cold, aren't you afraid that you will turn into an ice sculpture tomorrow morning?"

Zhou Chaoyang ignored him and still looked ahead silently.

Song Xiuyan continued: "You can be sad, but you must also cherish your body. If your mother is not in good health, you cannot let her worry about you. Besides, isn't Lu Changfeng missing? Maybe in a few years, he will be like you.

Like my second brother, are you back safely?"

"If you are like this, when Lu Changfeng comes back, you will become an ugly monster. Be careful that he will not want you."

At this point, Zhou Chaoyang reacted. He turned back and stared at Song Xiuyan. There was no light in his eyes. He stared at Song Xiuyan tightly and suddenly burst into tears: "Song Xiaosan, Lu Changfeng will never come back. He really

He can't come back, he was different from my brother back then."

Song Xiuyan felt a little bitter in his heart, but more of a pain. He watched the girl grow up, but there was nothing he could do when she was so sad.

He reached out and gently brushed the snowflakes from Zhou Chaoyang's hair: "Chaoyang, there is still hope. As long as you don't see the body, there is hope."

Repeating these two sentences over and over, he knew very well that Lu Changfeng would never come back.

Zhou Chaoyang covered his face and cried loudly. In the end, Song Xiuyan dragged her home and forced her to rest.

Sheng Anning looked at Zhou Chaoyang who went out crying and was dragged back by Song Xiuyan. She looked lifeless and held her other arm with red eyes: "I'll send her upstairs to rest."

It was not convenient for Song Xiuyan to go upstairs, so he could only tell Sheng Anning: "Sister-in-law, make some ginger soup for Chaoyang later. She will have a fever every time she freezes. Remember to give her some medicine in the middle of the night."

Sheng Anning nodded and helped Zhou Chaoyang go upstairs. Zhou Hongyun was already busy making ginger soup.

Zhong Wenqing and Zhou Nanguang had to look after the three little ones and worry about the rising sun upstairs. They couldn't help but sigh while downstairs.

Song Xiuyan originally wanted to leave, but stopped and advised Zhou Nanguang and Zhong Wenqing: "Uncle, aunt, Chaoyang will be fine after these two days. She will persuade herself to think about it. She has always been strong."

When Zhou Nanguang spoke, his voice choked up unconsciously: "Chaoyang, why is your life so miserable?"

Song Xiuyan sat silently with the two old men, and from time to time said a few soothing words that had no effect at this time.

Sheng Anning helped Zhou Chaoyang to her room, helped her take off her coat, and wiped the tears and snow on her face with a towel: "Chaoyang, if you want to cry, cry loudly. If you are sad, speak out and find a way.

Let it out, don't hold it in your heart, otherwise you will get sick."

Zhou Chaoyang didn't react at all, just like a rag doll, letting Sheng Anning wipe her face.

At night, Sheng Anning did not dare to go back to the room and let her three children sleep with Zhou Nanguang and the others. She stayed by Zhou Chaoyang's side.

Sure enough, just as Song Xiuyan said, Zhou Chaoyang developed a high fever in the middle of the night. The scalding temperature made Sheng Anning, a medical student, panic.

After calming down, she took Zhou Chaoyang's temperature, took antipyretic medicine, and wiped her body with a warm towel. She kept trying until dawn, but the fever still didn't subside.

The temperature was even higher, over forty degrees.

Sheng Anning decided to give him a fever-reducing injection directly. If an adult is burned to such a high temperature, it can burn him to death.

She called Zhou Hongyun to get the antipyretic needle that was always available at home. She scalded the needle with hot water. When the three little ones woke up, they went to find their mother.

Zhou Nanguang brought them over to take a look at Zhou Chaoyang.

As a result, the three children saw their mother holding a syringe in her hand and holding it up to expel air. They instantly transformed into three panicked birds and ran outside screaming.

Even Mo Mo, who had always been slow to react, became faster.

An An shouted while running: "Mom doesn't want injections, An An doesn't want injections."

They had colds and fevers before, but their mother gave them injections, so they were very impressed.

Sheng Anning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she didn't care about the three little guys. She said hello to Zhou Nanguang and waited until Zhou Nanguang went out to avoid suspicion before giving Zhou Chaoyang an intramuscular injection.

Zhou Hongyun cried heartbrokenly at the side: "It's really hard on Chaoyang. This child had a lot of health problems when he was a child, and he has to suffer this when he grows up."

Sheng Anning covered Zhou Chaoyang with the quilt and sighed: "Maybe this is fate."

It was destined that she and Lu Changfeng were not destined to be together. Even though they had worked hard in the past, they still could not make it to the end.

With Zhou Chaoyang like this, Sheng Anning didn't feel confident going to class, so she simply took leave and watched Zhou Chaoyang at home.

After taking the antipyretic injection, Zhou Chaoyang broke out in a sweat and his body temperature gradually dropped, but he was still asleep.

Sheng Anning had no choice but to know that Zhou Chaoyang was in a state that he chose to escape from, so he could only let Zhou Hongyun keep reheating the millet porridge.

Seeing that Zhou Chaoyang wouldn't wake up for a while, Sheng Anning went downstairs to check on the three children.

As a result, when they went downstairs, three children who had been playing well suddenly ran away screaming and threw themselves into the arms of Zhou Nanguang and Zhong Wenqing.

She was still shouting: "Mom, no injection, no injection."

Sheng Anning couldn't help but feel happy, but accidentally saw Song Xiuyan in the living room, chatting with Zhou Shuanglu.

Seeing her going downstairs, he quickly stood up: "Sister-in-law, is Chaoyang feeling better?"

Sheng Anning shook his head: "The fever has gone down, but I haven't woken up yet. It should be fine by the evening."

Song Xiuyan was silent for a moment and pointed to the lunch box he brought: "I made hawthorn syrup this morning and gave it to her to drink when she wakes up."

Sheng Anning thanked her: "Okay, I'll spare you the trouble."

Song Xiuyan laughed: "It's okay, we all grew up together, that's what we should do."

Sheng Anning was still grateful for Song Xiuyan's thoughtfulness. Zhou Chaoyang's fever had just subsided and his stomach was feeling hot. He would definitely want to eat something sour, sweet, icy and cool.

Song Xiuyan didn't stay too long before saying goodbye and leaving.

Not long after he left, Zhou Chaoyang woke up. He had a high fever overnight. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight. His round face had lost a lot of weight, and his big eyes looked even bigger.

Sheng Anning helped her sit up: "Is there anything you want to eat? Would you like some hawthorn syrup?"

Zhou Chaoyang's eyelashes fluttered and he said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."