"Where is it so serious?" Ah Chou sat up from the bed anxiously, the quilt slipped off her shoulders, and she was busy pulling the quilt to wrap herself tightly. While pleading with Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, I'm really well. I know my body, so it's definitely fine. Don't worry. I can go back by myself..."
"But typhoid fever is contagious," Chen Qingxuan cut off A Chou's words, and said to A Chou seriously. "I know you are anxious to go home. It doesn't matter if you go home, but if it infects your family members, what should you do? At that time, will the two of you stay at home and endure it? Or will you go down the mountain in the snow again?"
Ah Chou was taken aback for a moment, and then asked Chen Qingxuan cautiously: "Is it really contagious?"
"Yes, it's amazing." Chen Qingxuan nodded. He looked at A Chou who wrapped himself up tightly. Thinking about Ah Chou, who slept with a man in his arms last night and couldn't help getting into the man's arms, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. There was a pause, and then Chen Qingxuan said to Ah Chou. "Don't worry, your family members are also here, and now they are resting next door?"
"Really? He, he's here too?" A Chou immediately felt overjoyed and didn't know what to do. I thought about going to see Zhong Mingwei, but I was afraid that I would infect Zhong Mingwei, so I didn't dare to go there, so I was too busy to ask Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, how is he? Why is he here with you?"
"You are the one who sent you down the mountain? Otherwise, you were so sick that you passed out, how could you come down the mountain by yourself?" Chen Qingxuan said, rubbing his fingers, and said, "He is fine. I'm tired, so I'm still asleep at this time, don't disturb him, and let him sleep well."
Chen Qingxuan didn't know what the relationship between Ah Chou and Zhong Mingwei was. Uncle Chen said that they were uncle and niece, but last night he saw the scene of the two sleeping in each other's arms. They all avoided talking about the situation of their family members, Chen Qingxuan was shocked and felt unbelievable, but he was not a good person after all, and Ah Chou didn't want to talk about it, so he wouldn't ask, he just looked at the relationship between the two Unusually, that crippled man risked his life for A Chou, and A Chou was so sick that he wanted to go back. Chen Qingxuan looked at A Chou's anxious and happy face, so he lied, not wanting to Let Ah Chou worry too much. After all, she is still recovering from illness. If she is thinking about the man next door all the time, it will be difficult for her to suffer from this illness.
"It's fine, it's fine, it's fine," Ah Chou let out a long breath, and suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Qingxuan, and said with some embarrassment, "He...he has bad legs and feet, how did he put me on the ground? It was sent down the mountain, Mr. Chen, do you know?"
"Oh, he removed the door panel of your house and tied you to the door panel. He pushed it all the way down, and I happened to see it and brought you back." Chen Qingxuan wrote lightly.
"Hey! He's really smart!" Ah Chou was a little proud, his eyes were crooked, and he was too busy talking to Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, can you please ask Grandma Chen to make him a pot of noodle soup? He must be hungry, so I will lay down two eggs, a spoonful of sesame oil, and a spoonful of chili noodles. When I feel better, I will send over the money for the medicine and the money for the meal... "
"You girl, you really just pick up what I don't like to hear," Chen Qingxuan frowned and said, he raised his foot and walked out, but then stopped and turned to look at Ah Chou, "Make him gnocchi." Soup, why don’t you eat anything?”
"Didn't you eat red bean porridge just now?" Ah Chou whispered, while pursing his lips, he said to Chen Qingxuan a little coyly, "Otherwise, I'll eat a bowl of noodle soup too."
"It's also two eggs, a spoonful of sesame oil, and a spoonful of chili noodles?" Chen Qingxuan asked.
"Yeah, the same as him!" A Chou said hurriedly, feeling a little shy at the same time, shrunk his face into the quilt, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."
Chen Qingxuan shook his head with a smile, and walked out the door.
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Pang Yi found Jixian Bookstore in the middle of the night.
He settled Xiao An's in the afternoon, and bought a large cart of rice, flour, oil, food, bedding, clothes, etc. on the street, and drove up the mountain, but as soon as he reached the gate halfway up the mountain, he was startled. Enough, one of the good doors is missing, and the other door is shaking "bang" and "bang" in the cold wind. Pulling out the knife, he tiptoed into the courtyard.