Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

"Is my sister okay?" An Honglei looked worried and guilty.

"No, just let the doctor take a look." An Youliang touched his head to comfort his grandson.

Then he sighed and said, "Alas, since Yan is afraid of these things, try to let her have less contact with them in the future. Maybe she will get better when she grows up."

"Then I won't mention it in front of my sister anymore." He felt guilty because what he just said scared his sister again.

Zhang Guihua frowned and nodded helplessly. It seemed that the idea of ​​letting Yan have more contact with her was no longer possible. She was afraid that she would be scared to death if she came a few more times.

An Xueyan, who was in her father's arms, didn't know that she had escaped her grandmother's method of fighting poison with poison.

An Qingping trotted to the health center, and Dr. Huang lived and ate in a small room behind the health center.

I heard a hurried knock on the door, put down the unwashed dishes and went to open the door.

Before he could see who it was, a tall man squeezed in holding a child.

He said anxiously, "Doctor Huang, please take a look at the child. He vomited up everything he ate last night."

Doctor Huang, who was a little anxious at first, calmed down after hearing the situation and returned to his leisurely nature.

"No rush, sit down first, I'll check you out." Although his medical skills were not very good, he had no problem treating common illnesses.

I guessed it wasn't a big deal as soon as I heard it.

An Qingping looked at the slow-paced Doctor Huang and wanted to give him a couple of beatings.

Doctor Huang sat down calmly, took An Xueyan's pulse, checked her eyes and body temperature, and pressed her stomach.

An Xueyan watched the old man's movements listlessly, wondering if this man could even take a pulse, but she wondered if he was really that skilled.

After a while, Doctor Huang smiled and said, "This is a convulsion caused by excessive sadness. Children should not think too much. They need to be happy to stay healthy."

"I'll prescribe a tranquilizer. Go home and boil three bowls of water into one bowl for her to drink. Watch out for a fever tonight. I'll give her another tablet of Analgin. If the fever is high, give her half a tablet."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Huang." An Qingping felt a little relieved after hearing this.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Doctor Huang, how is my daughter doing with the aftereffects of falling into the water?"

Doctor Huang was puzzled when he heard this: "I'm also confused. The little girl is now in the same physical condition as a normal child. Did you give her any good food?"

"I just ate more refined grains, as well as nutritional supplements like milk powder and malted milk, and nothing else." An Qingping said truthfully.

Doctor Huang could only find an excuse to convince others and himself: "Maybe he ate well and his body is recovering well. According to the results of my recent examination, there is nothing wrong. You can rest assured."

On the way back from the health center, An Xueyan fell asleep in her father's arms, feeling drowsy as if she had been fed bitter medicine.

In the middle of the night, she seemed to see her father standing by her bed.

Murmured: "Dad..."

Her response was her father's gentle pat on the back and his soft voice: "Daddy is here, Yanyan, don't be afraid, just have a good sleep and you'll be fine."

At times like this, she would want to act coquettishly and make more requests. She had seen other children being coaxed to sleep by their mothers singing before.

She wants it now too: "Daddy wants to sing..."

Then she heard a tone-deaf voice, a deliberately lowered voice singing passionate lyrics out of tune.

Although the tune was not beautiful or gentle, An Xueyan still raised the corners of her mouth happily and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Zhang Guihua sat up from the kang with dark circles under her eyes.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer? You didn't sleep well last night." An Youliang advised.

"You go to sleep. I can't sleep either." He said while getting dressed.

An Youliang lay on the kang and muttered, "Tell the third brother not to sing anymore. It's like the howling of ghosts and wolves. It's almost fatal."

An Xueyan woke up and felt refreshed.

When we sat at the dinner table, we noticed that four out of five people had dark circles under their eyes and looked listless.

"Grandpa, grandma, and aunt, didn't you sleep last night?" An Xueyan said, thinking that it might be because of her, and said guiltily:

"I'm sorry for making you worry about me so much!"

As An Honglei was worried about his sister last night but slept soundly, is he an incompetent brother?

Everyone Chang'an Youliang coughed awkwardly and said calmly: "Well, Yan girl should take good care of herself in the future, eat more, and don't get sick."

Zhang Guihua and her daughter had distorted expressions on their faces and looked at An Qingping with resentment several times.

"Yeah, we're all in good health."

After dinner, An Qingyu and An Honglei went to school.

They live close to the commune school, so they go to the commune school for elementary and junior high school. There is no elementary school in their brigade.

It only takes an hour to walk there, which is really not far for these children. If you run fast, you can get there in half an hour.

You can bring your lunch to school and eat it at noon, so you don’t have to go home.

After An Xueyan and the others who went to school left, she drank the bitter medicine, mysteriously pulled her father into the room, and took out the martial arts secret book.

The soft and sticky voice said seriously: "Dad, I'll give you this. You can train to become a hero."

An Qingping didn't take it seriously when he heard it. He smiled and opened the book to read. It looked like the kind of book that a charlatan would take out.

"Girl, where are you from?"

"I bought it at the scrap yard before. I've practiced it and my stomach feels warm." He said it innocently and patted his hungry stomach twice.

An Qingping was frightened when he heard her say this. This really scared him at any time.

If he came here a few more times, his life would be shortened. He grabbed his daughter's arm and examined it up and down, and asked worriedly, "Is there anything wrong?"

An Xueyan shook her head and smiled, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable!"

An Qingping immediately turned into a chatterbox, muttering, "How can we just practice casually? What if something goes wrong during practice?

My daughter, you are my father's lifeblood, you can't get into any trouble, understand?"

An Xueyan quickly patted his father and comforted him, "Dad, I'm fine. I feel much better than before."

He boasted proudly, "My strength has also increased. Now I am very powerful and can protect myself, my father and my brothers."

But after pinching her nose, she heard her father say sternly, "No matter how capable you are, you can't just pick up things and bring them back without Dad's permission. You have to tell Dad if you want to do anything. You can't make decisions on your own. Got it?"

He saved his nose, covered it, and replied in a long tone, "I know!"

"Show daddy how strong you are." He chose a small box for An Xueyan to try.

It weighed about 10 kilograms, and An Xueyan picked it up easily, then changed to a heavier item.

Finally, her father confirmed that she could lift a weight of 40 kilograms.