The life of Lao Liu since 1944

Hou Jie asked, "What disease does uncle have? Is it serious? What kind of help does he need most right now?" His tone was full of concern and eagerness, as if Hou's father's illness was just like that of his own relative.

Hou Jie said, "My little brother, although he is still young, he is still capable in some aspects."

After hearing Hou Jie's words, Mu Chunhua's eyes flashed with anticipation. She thought of the arrogance and maturity beyond his age shown by the young man in the restaurant just now, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation in her heart.

However, considering the complexity of the actual situation, Mu Chunhua decided to talk to Hou Jie after much hesitation. She knew that she alone could not cure Hou's father's illness.

"If possible, I have a favor to ask you. I hope you can help me. I really have no other choice. As long as you can help me, I would even let me be your concubine." After she said that, tears fell from her eyes.

When Hou Jie saw this, he stopped picking vegetables without hesitation. He quickly wiped his hands on his lapels a few times. Although his movements were brief, they seemed meticulous and thoughtful.

Then, he carefully led Mu Chunhua to the table and chairs, gently asked her to sit down, his words revealing endless care and consideration.

After Mu Chunhua's emotions gradually calmed down, Hou Jie began to talk to her in a concerned and slightly anxious tone.

I'm not after someone's body, I really want to help, I don't have any bad intentions, I'm not mean. Having too many wives is really not a good thing, there are so many cases in later generations that I'm scared just thinking about it. It's good enough to have just one, he was a little scared.

But things are unpredictable, some things are not what you want them to be. No one knows what will happen in the next second, and no one can predict it.

If a woman is too beautiful, there will be countless men pursuing her. If a man is excellent, there will also be many women coveting him. Hou Jie is rich and handsome in this life, a hidden bachelor with a soft heart. Just wait, he will be bullied by women.

Hou Jie urged Mu Chunhua, "Sister has something to say, please tell me! I am so worried."

Mu Chunhua wiped her tears and told him about her father's situation. "Brother Hou Jie, can you buy some penicillin for me? I don't have any money, but don't worry, I will pay you back slowly."

Mu Chunhua looked at Hou Jie with expectation and worry, afraid that he would say no to her. Hou Jie did not answer immediately, pretending to be embarrassed, and hesitated for a while before speaking.

"Don't worry, leave this to me. Wait a few days and I'll definitely deliver it to you."

Mu Chunhua was extremely surprised, she stood up and rolled up her sleeves, full of energy. "Really? Wait for me, brother. I'll show you my cooking skills, and we won't go home until we're drunk today."

The problem that had been bothering her for years was solved, and she felt relieved. Mu Chunhua was very happy and refused to ask Hou Jie for help. She stood up and happily went to cook.

Hou Jie saw how happy she was and couldn't bear to disturb her mood.

It was worth it that I had worked with her for so long. It's not easy to do something good! Of course, I was also very happy in my heart, with an inexplicable sense of achievement and pride.

Walking into the yard, although the flowers and plants were withered and the yard was dilapidated, looking through the window at the person in the house, she had black hair, picturesque eyebrows, a slender and slender figure, and skin as white as jade, so delicate that it could be broken by a touch. A picture of a beautiful woman came to life on the paper.

Fu Ling was so excited that he couldn't help humming a tune softly.

"Green mountains always accompany green waters, and the swallows and sparrows have already flown south."

"The painting of the beauty has a trace of gray left, sighing at her beauty, and the memories are mottled and slightly intoxicating."

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Mu Chunhua was busy in the kitchen when she heard a song from the window. She curiously looked out to see who was singing. She saw Hou Jie singing a little song in the yard. Although his tune was a little strange, it was very beautiful and unforgettable.

Mu Chunhua listened to Hou Jie singing carefully and found that his voice was full of freshness and ancient charm. Every line of the lyrics was full of poetry, which made people intoxicated. This little brother Hou Jie was not only handsome, but also had such talent, which was really rare.

Mu Chunhua thought about it and wondered, what if this song was sung for herself? She couldn't help but blush, and an inexplicable sense of shyness surged in her heart. She quickly shook her head, not daring to think about it any further.

Mu Chunhua frowned slightly when she thought about the actual situation of her family. Her family was not rich and their life was somewhat tight. If she wanted to get married, she would probably have to marry an ordinary family. But a talented little brother like Hou Jie would definitely have a better destination. Thinking of this, she quickly shook her head and dismissed the idea.

Mu Chunhua returned to the kitchen to continue cooking. Although she felt a little regretful and lost, she also knew that her fate could not be changed. She could only do her best to give her family a better life.

Outside the courtyard, the wind was biting cold, and Wu Laoqi's cheeks were slightly red from the cold, but the enthusiasm in his heart far outweighed the cold. Ever since he received the letter from his younger brother, Wu Laoqi had been waiting outside the courtyard. He clenched his hands and put them in his sleeves, his eyes flashing with anticipation, and from time to time he looked towards the simple farmyard.

Wu Laoqi was very excited, knowing that this was a rare opportunity to get close to and serve the young master. Such an opportunity to show up was not available every day. He immediately straightened his clothes and decided to behave respectfully and attentively to leave a good impression on the young master.

However, time seemed to be stretched out, and the young master did not come out. Wu Laoqi curiously approached the wall and listened. What came from the yard was not the steady and powerful footsteps of the young master, but a melodious country tune, the sound was crisp and pleasant, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, illuminating everything around.

Wu Laoqi guessed that the young master must be the one singing. Although he had never seen the young master singing, he knew his personality and the atmosphere at that time, so he thought that the song must have come from the young master. Wu Laoqi secretly admired him. It seemed that the young master was in a particularly good mood tonight, so he could sing such a cheerful tune.

Since the young master had no plans to come out for the time being, Wu Laoqi asked his younger brother to stay and wait, and he went home to keep warm. The temperature at night had dropped below zero, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife. Wu Laoqi wrapped himself tightly in his cotton clothes and hurried home. He asked his family to prepare a pot of hot tea and a pot of charcoal fire, and he sat by the fire pot, dispelling the coldness on his body while looking forward to meeting the young master.