Jian Chenglang was stunned for five seconds.
He looked at Jian Yi on the sofa with his eyes closed, and then looked down at Jian Xiyan in front of him. He seemed a little silly, and asked tremblingly, "You, what do you say about your father?"
Jian Xiyan glanced at him expressionlessly, pursed her lips, and wrote patiently: Yun.
Jian Chenglang stammered: "Who are you talking about, who fainted?"
Jian Xiyan rolled his eyes at him, as if he didn't expect that his uncle's eyes were so bad that he couldn't even see what he just wrote.
He pointed to Jian Yi who was on the sofa, and wrote: Dad.
This time, Jian Xiyan made the characters much larger.
Even a super myopic person can see clearly what he wrote.
He thought for a while, and then wrote: Dad is yun.
After finishing writing, he brought the writing board to Jian Chenglang's eyes.
Jian Chenglang looked at these unmistakable words, and finally recovered, his voice raised sharply: "You said your father fainted?!!"
Jian Xiyan nodded.
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Jian Chenglang didn't have time to ask more questions, and he couldn't care too much, so he hurried over to the sofa and pushed his brother several times, and found that Jian Yi didn't wake up at all, and really seemed to have passed out.
Jian Chenglang was dumbfounded.
The first thought that came to his mind was:
Could it be that his brother fell ill and fainted suddenly
wrong!
His brother has had frequent physical examinations in recent years, and the last physical examination was a week ago.
The report obtained is also that the body is very healthy and there is no problem.
Or was his brother actually stunned by Xiao Yan
Is Xiaoyan's fighting power so strong
Until the end, his thoughts were—
Amazing!
His brother would faint! ! !
Jian Chenglang's brain was confused, and all kinds of messy thoughts came out.
Jian Xiyan reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes.
Show him the writing board: we are going to drag Dad to Sister Lili, and I am going to start writing.
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Little ancestor, your father's life or death is uncertain right now, and you are still thinking about writing your composition!
You are really a good son of your father.
Jian Chenglang took out his mobile phone and was about to call 120 to save people, and asked Jian Xiyan anxiously, "How did your father faint?"
Jian Xiyan saw that Jian Chenglang didn't seem to understand this, so he didn't help him drag his father.
So, he pointed to the watermelon juice on the coffee table.
Also wrote: female eye 艹约.
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Can you write something that humans can read
The photographer couldn't stand it anymore, and was about to step forward and explain, it meant sleeping pills.
He had been holding back his laughter just now, just for fear of laughing out loud.
Not only him, but also the audience in the live broadcast room were all laughing.
Jian Chenglang noticed the existence of the photographer now. He was too worried about Jian Yi just now. Moreover, the photographer has been following them for many years, and he is not far or close to them, and the position is well controlled.
It's hard to notice his existence.
Seeing it now, Jian Chenglang glanced at him and said, "What's going on?"
With that said, Jian Chenglang deleted the 120 typed on the phone.
Since the photographer was not in a hurry to call 120, it means that his brother should be fine.
Jian Chenglang calmed down a lot.
Then, holding back his laughter, the photographer cut out the video of Jian Xiyan that he had just captured, uploaded it to his mobile phone, and finally handed it to him.
Jian Chenglang took it, finished it, and was silent for a long time.
In the video, after Jian Xiyan skimmed over the option of "hitting his father hard", he put his ruthless and childish eyes on the direction of "instantly making people fall asleep".
And the fastest way is sleeping pills.
Although the Jianxiyan kid doesn't know what kind of medicine it is, he does know the word "medicine".
He had been taking medicine a lot before, and there were all kinds of colorful medicines.
And all his medicines were given to him by an uncle.
So, holding the tablet and mobile phone, Jian Xiyan went to a certain room on the first floor with ease.
I went to the psychiatrist who has been doing psychotherapy for him.
Seeing Jian Xiyan's rare initiative to come to him, the psychiatrist was in a good mood and greeted him familiarly.
With one stroke, Jian Xiyan carefully wrote the three words "sleeping pill" on the clipboard, and asked the doctor if he had it.
Of course there are doctors, but in order to get in touch with Jian Xiyan more, he didn't give them to him immediately, but said with a smile:
"Is it for your father?"
Jian Xiyan tilted his head and thought for a while. This medicine is really for Dad to make him faint.
So Jian Xiyan nodded.
After all, they are so familiar, and the psychiatrist didn't doubt him, but he didn't give him too much, so he gave him one.
Afraid that Jian Xiyan was too young to understand, the psychiatrist said bluntly: "Take one pill of this medicine, and you can sleep for eight hours."
Jian Xiyan's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded, as if thinking of something, he wrote: What if Dad doesn't eat.
After all, the psychiatrist has stayed at Jian's house for a while, and knows that Jian Yi doesn't like taking medicine. Sometimes she has a cold and fever, so she goes directly to the hospital for an IV drip. As for the medicine prescribed by the doctor, she doesn't even touch it.
Of course, if there is a father, there will be a son. Jian Xiyan also does not like to take medicine.
But the psychiatrist had already found a way to feed him medicine, so he said in passing:
"It's simple. You will send your dad a juice later, put the medicine in the juicer and squeeze it together. After your dad drinks the juice, he will naturally take the medicine."
Jian Xiyan instantly remembered that once he didn't take the medicine, the doctor would make him drink fruit juice.
Simple Western proverb: "..."
He doesn't drink juice anymore! !
When Jian Xiyan came out of the doctor, he knew from his memory that the doctor liked to give him watermelon juice the most.
Because watermelon is sweet, it can cover the bitterness of medicine.
Then, Jian Xiyan went into the kitchen, threw the medicine into the juicer just like that, and asked the aunt to cut a few pieces of watermelon.
Seeing that there was medicine in it, my aunt thought that as usual, the psychiatrist had put it in secretly.
She was hiding it, for fear of being seen by Jian Xiyan.
Even, in order to allow the medicine to fully blend with the watermelon juice, the aunt took the medicine out of the juicer with gloves on when Jian Xiyan was not paying attention, found a tool to crush it into powder, and poured it into the juicer again. Stir in the machine, afraid that the watermelon juice will be bitter, and add a lot of sugar as usual.
In this way, when Jian Xiyan got the watermelon juice brought out by his aunt with a kind face, not to mention that there was nothing added from the outside, even if he drank it, he would not be able to drink any bitter taste of the medicine.
Seeing this, Jian Chenglang was already stunned. When he saw Jian Xiyan put the watermelon juice on the coffee table and wrote to Jian Yi: "My uncle gave it to you.", his expression was completely petrified. .
It was Jian Chenglang who proposed to knock his brother out and drag him to Lu's house, and gave Jian Xiyan a glimmer of hope.
And now, "he" also gave his brother a glass of watermelon juice, which knocked him out.
Jian Chenglang: "..."
It's over, he won't survive today!