Sweetheart Silly Girl's Wife

Jiang Shuxin walked lightly, patiently walking slowly to the front of the thatched cottage.

He looked the girl up and down, and the more she looked, the more she felt familiar.

It's not the four treasures of the Yu family.

Thin arms wrapped around his knees, and he sat curled up in a corner, his head buried in his arms, a pair of buns scattered on top of his head, and several locks of fine hair fell loosely.

The light white sackcloth was stained with gray and black messy marks, footprints, and mud marks.

A small piece of fabric of the same color as her clothes protruded from the man's arms, and it was also dirty.

Jiang Shuxin stepped forward and knelt down, did not touch her rashly, but called her softly: "Yu Sibao."

As soon as the voice fell, the squatting person trembled, and then raised his head to look at Jiang Shuxin warily.

Jiang Shuxin saw a tall swollen palm print on the left and right sides of her originally fair cheeks, dried dark red blood stains on the corners of her lips, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and the tip of her nose was red.

It's hard to imagine what kind of bullying he suffered to become like this.

"Jiang Er."

Looking up and seeing Jiang Shuxin, Sibao raised his head in a daze, and called her in a low voice with his choked voice.

Hearing her calling him, Jiang Shuxin didn't know what was going on in his heart, he just felt a little numb at the tip of his heart, how could he be so wronged?

"Someone hit you?" Jiang Shuxin asked her in a low tone, still squatting in front of her.

Hearing her question, Sibao stretched out his hand to gently touch his face, but didn't touch it, a layer of mist welled up in his eyes, and his nasal voice became heavier: "Old man Yu..."

After a pause, he said word by word: "Zhang, Lai, Zi."

Jiang Shuxin nodded his head to write down the name of the person Sibao mentioned, and didn't say anything, just said: "I see, is there anyone else?"

Jiang Shuxin asked Sibao, but his eyes fell on Sibao's left hand, which was sticking to his face. There was a conspicuous red spot on the back of the white and tender hand, and the slender fingers were also red and swollen. It was broken after being smashed by something.

Sibao didn't see her eyes, and was still thinking seriously in his mind. Yu Erbao also pulled her and made her fall to the ground. Now his butt hurts so much, but he didn't reach out to hit her, and he didn't know what to do. Don't count him out.

Seeing the confusion on her face, Jiang Shuxin didn't say anything, but reached out and pulled Sibao's injured left hand into his palm.

"Then tell me what's going on with this hand?"

Sibao was still hesitating there, but Jiang Shuxin disturbed her thoughts at this moment, and shifted to the hand. She was a little dazed for a while, staring at the back of her injured hand, and then raised her head to look at Jiang Shuxin's pretty face.

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Shuxin couldn't help laughing, amused and angry, and couldn't help but sigh, she is really a silly girl.

"Look at the hand, don't look at me." Jiang Er sullenly raised his hand to hold Sibao's head, and gently shifted her gaze to her own injured hand.

Sibao stared at his hand for a long time, then seemed to come back to his senses, and said slowly: "Cripple, stick."

Said, Sibao also raised his right hand above his head, and swung it down from above his head in a dignified manner, vividly imitating the scene of Zhang Laizi hitting her hand with a stick.

At first glance, Jiang Shuxin thought she was so cute with such a small appearance, but after thinking about it, he could see how fierce the cripple looked when he hit her.

Not wanting to ask any more questions, Jiang Shuxin wanted to bring Sibao into the house, but found that she was having difficulty even standing up, and she was also limping when walking.

"Leg hurts?" Jiang Shuxin pushed the door open, turned around and looked at Sibao and asked softly.

Sibao was also unambiguous, and nodded desperately at Jiang Shuxin with teary eyes, but it hurt.Guazi with her small head was wondering if Jiang Er could hug her.

After all, every time I feel uncomfortable, Aunt Yu will hug her.

Jiang Shuxin just took a look at Sibao's legs and made no extra movements, not to mention hugging her, he didn't even reach out to support her.The expression on Sibao's face suddenly collapsed, frowning, he limped towards the house.

Jiang Shuxin hurriedly walked up to Sibao and stood beside Sibao. She didn't miss the disappointment on Sibao's face, and felt a little funny in her heart. She, Yu Sibao, was probably the only one who showed her emotions so unreservedly in front of an outsider. Alone.

Walking into the house, Jiang Shuxin moved a big wooden chair and put it beside the table, and Sibao sat on it obediently after she put it away.

Seeing that she was seated, Jiang Shuxin turned around and went into another small room in the house. When he came out, he had an extra half-sized wooden box in his hand.

The wooden box was placed on the table by Jiang Shuxin, and Sibao looked up curiously.

Jiang Shuxin removed the wooden cover from the box, revealing some bottles and cans and rolls of clean white cloth, and Sibao reached out curiously to get them.

"Don't move!" Jiang Shuxin said in a calm tone, first pinching Sibao's restless little hand.

Being pinched by her, Sibao pursed his mouth unhappily, but he never wanted to touch the corner of his injured mouth and red and swollen cheeks, and his body trembled in pain.

Quickly suppressing the expression on his face, Sibao looked at the fierce Jiang Shuxin resentfully.

"Know that it hurts and be honest."

Jiang Shuxin held Sibao's hand with his left hand, took out a clean wet handkerchief from the wooden basin on the table with his right hand, and talked to her while wiping her hands.

Sibao looked down at his hands, let Jiang Shuxin wipe them, and whispered, "You are fierce."

The voice was so quiet that you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully, but Jiang Shuxin had excellent hearing, and sitting so close, it was hard not to hear it.

However, Jiang Shuxin didn't reply, he only curled his lips slightly, carefully wiped Sibao's injured little dirty hand, and then took out a small white porcelain bottle from the wooden box.

Pulling out the cloth stopper that blocked the mouth of the bottle, a pungent smell of medicine came to my face.

Sibao frowned and looked at the small porcelain bottle in Jiang Shuxin's hand with disgust, and slapped the delicate little nose with his uninjured right hand.

"Smelly!"

"Yeah." Jiang Shuxin nodded in agreement.

But he unceremoniously took Sibao's injured left hand, and sprinkled all the powder on her cracked little finger.

"Ah, it hurts!" Sibao was startled by her sudden movement, and exclaimed in pain.

However, he didn't think of pulling out his hand until he yelled out loudly, and slowly retracted his stiff arms, trying to pull his hand back from Jiang Shuxin's.

Jiang Shuxin didn't hold her, and let go of her hand obediently, and took out a roll of white cloth from the wooden box, and cut it into long strips half a finger wide with small scissors.

Opening his hand towards Sibao, Jiang Shuxin signaled Sibao to let go of his hand, but Sibao hesitated to let go.

Jiang Er sprinkled powder on her fingers just now, it hurts so much!

"Hand out, this doesn't hurt."

Jiang Shuxin knew that she was afraid of pain, and also knew that what he had done just now had frightened her, so he explained it to her in a nice voice.

Sibao was dubious, glanced at Jiang Shuxin's face, seeing that he couldn't see any expression, so he stretched out his hand cautiously.

Jiang Shuxin, who was pinching Sibao's fingers, could clearly feel the tension of Sibao. She inadvertently relaxed her strength, and gently wrapped the soft white cloth around Sibao's injured little finger, and finally wrapped the cloth at the end. The end is divided into two neatly tied a knot.

Sibao didn't feel any pain, and his body relaxed accordingly. He nodded at the knot that Jiang Er had tied for her, with a satisfied expression on his face.

After fixing the injury on Sibao's hand, Jiang Shuxin was troubled by the redness and swelling on Sibao's face.

This little girl screams of pain when she touches her delicately, it's really hard to do it, so apply medicine for her.

After thinking about it, Jiang Shuxin threw the handkerchief back into the tub, washed it and wrung it dry, and handed it to Sibao to hold it by herself.

Sibao, who took the handkerchief, looked at Jiang Shuxin with a puzzled expression, holding it in his hand without moving.

Jiang Shuxin had no choice but to ask her, "Will you wipe your face?"

"Yes!" Sibao nodded resolutely, she always wiped her face at home.

Jiang Shuxin was noncommittal, and said softly, "Well, let's wipe it off."

Sibao took a wet handkerchief and wiped it on her face. As soon as she touched her cheek, she gasped in pain, stopped her hand movements, and looked at Jiang Er pitifully.

"It hurts." Even his voice was choked with sobs.

Jiang Shuxin had a headache from seeing her, so he had to accept the handkerchief from her hand resignedly.

"If I rub it, it will only hurt more. Don't cry out that it hurts, or you can rub it yourself." Jiang Shuxin hooked the Sibao Lianren chair with his toes to him, and discussed with her leisurely.

Without waiting for Sibao to nod his head, he wiped her face with his hands.

To avoid redness and swelling, Jiang Shuxin wiped off the dusty spots on her face bit by bit, and brushed the fine hair on her forehead to the top of her head, revealing her beautiful and clear eyebrows and slightly red-stained eye ends .

Looking at her face, Jiang Shuxin suddenly felt a little itchy with his fingers, and couldn't help brushing the corners of Sibao's red eyes lightly, causing Sibao to blink slightly.

Jiang Shuxin quickly withdrew his hand, cursed inwardly, and took medicine on the table without opening his eyes.

Sibao looked at her in confusion, scratched the corner of her eye with the tip of her uninjured right finger, and couldn't help but think that it was all Jiang Er's fault, making her eyes itchy and painful to death.

Jiang Shuxin opened the ointment, and saw Sibao rubbing his eyes, raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything, but washed his hands with water in the tub.

Then he dried his hands with a clean handkerchief, took out a ball of milky white ointment from the medicine jar with his fingertips, and made a gesture to touch Sibao's face.

Sibao was extremely nervous, and tilted his head to hide, but Jiang Shuxin quickly pressed his chin with his left hand.

"Don't move around, or you will die of pain."

Jiang Shuxin frightened Sibao with a casual tone, and kept moving his hands, spreading the ointment on Sibao's face.

Sibao was frightened by her, so he didn't dare to move around, tilted his head and let Jiang Shuxin smear the medicine on his face like this, his eye sockets that had just subsided from moisture turned red little by little with Jiang Shuxin's fingers sliding on his face.

Jiang Shuxin knew that she was in pain, so he slowed down his movements as much as possible, and applied a thin layer of ointment to the red and swollen parts of her cheeks.

After the ointment was applied to both cheeks, Sibao's eyes were already filled with tears, and even his thin body trembled slightly because of the pain.

Seeing that the teardrops were about to burst out of the embankment, Jiang Shuxin gently stretched out his palm, and gently covered Sibao's eyes.

The hot tears seemed to burn Jiang Shuxin's warm and cool palm, and she said expressionlessly:

"Don't cry, the ointment is weeping, I have to reapply it."

Si Bao, who was holding his eyes, was stunned, and Jiang Er covered his eyes in a daze, and his lips, which were slightly red and swollen due to a broken corner of his lips, unconsciously opened a small slit, breathing softly.

After a while, Sibao pulled Jiang Shuxin's hand away angrily. In the eyes covered by Jiang Er, the tears had already dispersed, half of them hung on the clearly curled eyelashes, and half of them were glued to the end of the eyes , that delicate appearance makes people look at it and feel pity.

"You're bad!" Sibao spoke to Jiang Shuxin angrily with red eyes, her voice was a little loud, but her tone was as soft and waxy as ever. If others heard her, they would think she was acting like a baby.

Jiang Shuxin didn't think she was being coquettish, she knew that the little girl was in a hurry, otherwise she wouldn't have yelled so loudly.

"Yes yes yes, I'm bad, can I give you candy cakes later?" Xu was afraid that the girl would get angry, so Jiang Shuxin seldom kindly coaxed her.

Hearing the sugar cake, Sibao was a little moved. She grew up so big, she only ate the small candies brought back from the town by Aunt Yu, which were very sweet. As for the sugar cake, this was the first time she had heard of it.

Jiang Shuxin took it as her acquiescence, and took out the ointment from the medicine jar to apply medicine to the corners of her cracked lips, but inadvertently saw the redness on Sibao's chin.

She didn't seem to use much force when she pinched it just now.

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