The village chief shivered and shrank to one side, not daring to breathe.
He knew that this family had committed a crime and was driven here by the emperor!
What if they get angry and kill them all?
The more the village chief thought about it, the angrier he became, almost bursting into tears. Just when he was about to give them his house in exchange, Cheng Yun spoke.
"Thank you village chief, we understand." Cheng Yun said politely, "I ask the village chief and everyone to take care of you in the future."
The village chief waved his hands repeatedly: "We are all from the same village, so we must take care of each other."
Cheng Yun smiled: "I won't give it away yet, the house still needs to be tidied up."
The village chief wished he wouldn't send it away, so he hurriedly ran out.
Lingbao said happily: "Goodbye, uncle village chief."
The little girl’s voice also sounds familiar!
The thatched house was left behind by the previous villagers, and there were some furniture, but it was not very good. The bed was made of wooden boards, and the corners were moldy. The tables and chairs were not missing arms or legs, which was the only consolation.
Cheng Zhongqian was sitting on the bench, holding his forehead with his hands, his lips were pale, and his face was covered in cold sweat.
He closed his eyes tightly, but he did not fall asleep. He was just too uncomfortable. Every breath seemed to use up all his strength, and he was panting like a broken bellows.
Along the way, he was half-dragged and half-carried by his two sons, because he could no longer walk normally.
He even felt like he was going to die.
Cheng Yun's worries grew deeper and deeper.
He and brother Cheng Yi tidied up the simple wooden bed and lifted Cheng Zhongqian up, only to find that they didn't even have a quilt.
Cheng Yun made a quick decision: "Where's the baggage? Take out the clothes and cover them with me."
What use could a few pieces of clothes do? Cheng Zhongqian didn't feel any better because of it.
He had completely passed out, his cheeks were abnormally flushed, and his body was shaking imperceptibly.
You can't go on like this. You know, wind and cold can also kill people!
"Brother, what should I do?" Cheng Yi asked in confusion.
Ling Bao touched his father's face and was immediately shocked. In his dream, his father died like this!
Tears suddenly appeared, she wiped her face with her dirty hands, turned around and ran out.
Cheng Yun and Cheng Yi, who were worried and anxious, did not notice.
Lingbao ran to the village chief's uncle's house in one breath, and knocked on the door while crying: "Village chief uncle, village chief uncle, please open the door quickly! Oh, oh, oh, save my dad -"
As soon as the village chief opened the door, he saw Ling Bao, who was crying and shaking all over: "Aren't you the child from the house just now?"
"Uncle the village chief, it's me, I'm Ling Bao."
The village chief opened his eyes wide and took a closer look. It was true!
"Ling Bao, why are you with that family?"
Lingbao sniffed and said, "Uncle village chief, can you lend me a quilt? My dad is freezing to death!"
The village chief agreed immediately and asked his wife to hold a quilt. Ling Bao couldn't hold it, so he helped her carry it over.
He also wanted to ask Lingbao why he called the man daddy. Lingbao held his hand and said anxiously: "Uncle village chief, hurry up."
Cheng Yun suddenly discovered that the child who had been spinning around his feet was missing, and asked, "Where is Ling Bao?"
Cheng Yi snorted coldly: "When you see how miserable our family is, just run away."
Cheng Yun frowned and subconsciously retorted: "Impossible, Ling Bao is not such a person."
Cheng Yi found it incredible: "Brother, you just met her once, how do you know what kind of person she is? And the fact is right in front of you, she just ran away!"
Cheng Yun pursed his lips.
A suffocating silence spread.
"Squeak——"
The precarious wooden door was suddenly pushed open.
Cheng Yun looked up.
I saw a small, dusty dumpling squeeze in from the door, his face stained with tears, making his face look even dirtier.
Behind her was another person, the village chief whom she had just met, holding a quilt in her arms.
"Brother, the village chief's uncle lent us a quilt. Hurry up and cover Daddy with it. Daddy won't be cold anymore if you cover him!" She held up Cheng Yun's knees and smiled sweetly.
After saying that, she ran to the village chief again, raised her thin arms, and hummed to cover Cheng Zhongqian with the quilt.
Cheng Yun and Cheng Yi realized what they were doing and tucked the quilt in so that no cold wind could penetrate.
Cheng Yun glanced at Ling Bao. The little girl was lying beside the bed and patted her father's chest solemnly, as if coaxing him to sleep.
"Village chief, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
The village chief was stunned for a moment, why, how can I borrow it?
Fortunately, Cheng Yun walked out the door first. The village chief breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.
The leaky dilapidated house returned to peace again.
Cheng Yi helped his father press the quilt, glanced at Ling Bao, and said, "I can't tell, you little brat has quite a conscience."
Ling Bao said seriously: "I am very conscientious. Second brother, you must be the same, right?"
Cheng Yi: "..."
Is this little brat mocking him?
Cheng Yi narrowed his eyes and warned fiercely: "I'm telling you, don't get anything from my family, you know?"
Lingbao asked curiously: "What can I get at home?"
Cheng Yi: "..."
Looking at the impoverished home, Cheng Yi fell silent.
The only quilt was borrowed by the little kid.
At this moment, Cheng Yun and the village chief came in, their hands full of things.
Cheng Yi immediately became excited and asked: "Brother, what is this?"
Cheng Yun said: "I bought it from the villagers."
Cheng Yi glanced at Ling Bao proudly: "You see, I also have something at home."
After all, he is still a twelve-year-old child, too naive.
Ling Bao looked at Cheng Yun with admiring eyes, held his little face in his hands and said, "Big brother is so awesome!"
Cheng Yun rubbed her head.
In just half a day, he had acquired such a little habit.
The village chief put down his things and was about to leave. Cheng Yun asked him to help find the doctor. As he left, he waved to Ling Bao, who skipped over.
Cheng Yun looked at it thoughtfully.
The village chief brought up the old story again and asked her why she was with the Cheng family. He sighed and said, "Did your parents scold you again? Alas, you also know their temperament, but we are all a family. There are no obstacles that we can't overcome."
Woolen cloth?"
Lingbao shook his head and said firmly: "They are not my family."
Then he pointed to the house and said, "Dad and brothers are my family."
Village Chief: "You kid, can your blood relationship change at a moment's notice? Han Dahu is your father, do you know that?"
Ling Bao was very well-behaved, but she would not compromise on this matter, pouting and refusing to admit it.
"Uncle village chief, please don't tell them I'm here, okay?"
The scene where Han Dahu left her in the mountains and let her freeze to death left a huge psychological shadow on her, and she was afraid of them from the bottom of her heart.
"impossible!"
Lingbao flattened his mouth and said nothing, just looking at him pleadingly with his big eyes that were so smart that they seemed to be able to talk.
Village chief: "...Okay, okay, I won't say anything."
Ling Bao said sweetly: "Uncle the village chief is so kind."
Although he agreed to Ling Bao, the village chief was not at ease and walked to the door of Han Dahu's house.
He stood for a long time, but finally did not go in.
What's the difference if you can't come back?
Maybe it's better to follow the Cheng family. After all, no one in Han Dahu's family, from old to young, treats Ling Bao kindly.