Chapter 64 Embracing the National Father's Thigh (1)
Chapter 64: Embracing the lap of the country’s father (1)
Author: Feihua
Chapter 64: Embracing the lap of the country’s father (1)
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At this time, Zhao Qingyuan looked at his sister's hand with surprise.
"Could this be the legendary exercise to heal injuries?"
Zhao Qinglan raised her eyes and glanced at him.
"no."
"It's just to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, warm and nourish the muscles and veins. This can reduce the pain and heal faster." As for the exercise to heal the injury, it is not an internal injury. How to heal it. Even if it is really an internal injury, she can only
If you can protect your heart, as for anything else, you still need to see a doctor.
"It can still be like this."
Zhao Qingyuan looked straight at his sister's hand and couldn't help but glance at his own hand.
My sister's hands are hands, and his hands can only be considered claws, not hands. Without comparison, there is no harm.
After a long time, Yun Gong massaged his legs to activate blood circulation, and Zhao Qinglan withdrew her hand.
"Sister, I still have my hands. I'll do it on my back too. My waist is all black and blue." He was too embarrassed to say this, especially since the pain was so severe.
While talking, Zhao Qingyuan stretched out his hand and said, hurry up.
Zhao Qinglan's expressionless and cold face was a little cracked.
"oh."
In response, Zhao Qinglan used his kung fu again, hitting his hands and back.
After he was ready, he took his hand back.
"alright."
Zhao Qingyuan pressed his hand on his waist and couldn't help but praise. "Sister, your hand is 666. I feel much better. My waist is not as uncomfortable as before."
Zhao Qinglan: "Yes, we will continue tomorrow."
Zhao Qingyuan: "Sister, thank you! It's great to be your brother, I'm so happy."
Zhao Qinglan was stunned for a moment, then hummed softly.
During the meal, Father Zhao came back. He was clean, holding an umbrella in his hand and carrying something in the other hand.
It rained today and we couldn't work on the construction site, so Dad Zhao got off work early in the afternoon. He took a shower and was about to take a nap when he was called away by his friends Sanqueyi and he just came back now.
Closed the umbrella.
Hang on the wall.
"Honey, I'm back."
"Lanlan, let's see what delicious food dad bought you."
He walked out of the kitchen carrying the dishes and put them on the table.
Seeing him, Zhao Ma said hello.
"Back."
"What did you buy?"
"Bucket of chicken wings, and Coke."
Hearing that he bought a bucket of chicken wings, Zhao's mother raised her eyebrows with a suspicious look on her face: "Hey, I won money."
Father Zhao nodded, "Well, I'm lucky. I won more than three hundred."
They are all acquaintances. Let's sit down and play a little mahjong together. The winning or losing is not big.
Put the bucket of chicken wings on the table.
"Son, come over quickly and eat."
"Lanlan."
When he heard his father shouting, Zhao Qingyuan felt aggrieved. "I wanted to come over too, but I'm lame."
"Ah?" Hearing what his son said, Father Zhao was a little confused and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong? What's going on."
When asked, Zhao's mother told her about her son's wrestling.
"Your son has made his mark."
"When school was over, I fell down the stairs."
Father Zhao was stunned and looked at his son worriedly.
"I fell down the stairs. Is it serious? Where did you fall?"
Zhao's mother: "It's okay, it's just a fall. There's no big problem."
Father Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh, it's okay. I told you to be careful when going up and down the stairs. Keep your eyes open when you walk."
"It's grown, isn't it? I can only say that I'm a little unlucky today, maybe I'm possessed by bad luck." Zhao Qingyuan said, raising his hand and gesturing twice, "Tai Shang Laojun, hurry is like a law, bad luck is quick.
Leave quickly, leave quickly."
"Okay, tomorrow will be another day of good luck."
On what it is like to have a son who is an idiot.
Father Zhao and Mother Zhao looked at each other and rolled their eyes in unison.
Tired...
Father Zhao sighed and said, "Okay, it's okay. Just be careful next time. It depends on how many falls you have had since you were a child. When did you hear your sister fall?"
Zhao Qingyuan touched his chin and thought carefully, then murmured.
"It seems that there really isn't."
"No, there are. My sister had them when she first learned to walk." Speaking of this, Zhao Qingyuan thought of the scene when his sister fell from the bed to the ground, and couldn't help laughing, "Haha..."
It feels like I've been shot while I'm lying down.
Black history, this is definitely a dark history that she doesn't want to mention.
Before he could continue speaking, Zhao Qinglan stuffed a chicken wing directly into his mouth.
Then, he sat down next to him with a bucket of chicken wings.
I took the chicken wings and took two bites.
Zhao Qingyuan narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
“The chicken wings are delicious, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, crispy and spicy, so delicious.”
Zhao Qinglan ate two chicken wings, put the bucket of chicken wings on the coffee table, got up and went to eat.
"Sister, don't you want to eat?"
"Um."
"Then I'll eat it myself."
Fried chicken is his favorite. It feels like being healed by fried chicken wings every time he falls.
So fragrant.
After dinner.
It's still raining. In this weather, I can only stay at home and can't go anywhere.
Compared to the first day of wrestling.
One day later, Zhao Qingyuan only felt pain from stretching all over his body, and he could only walk with a limp.
Seeing his poor upbringing, Zhao's mother asked him for a day off and let him rest at home for a day before going to school.
There was a little sunshine on Tuesday morning, and it continued to rain in the afternoon. Then it continued to rain on Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday, the weather finally cleared up.
That day, after school, Zhao Qinglan did not wait for her brother Zhao Qingyuan. After asking someone to bring a message to her brother, she went directly to a nearby commercial street.
It's her mother's birthday in two days.
Zhao Qinglan was going to go to a gold store and buy her a bracelet, or just customize one.
It's been several days since the news.
As Zhao Qinglan was walking on the road, she felt that there were people looking at her from time to time. There were also people taking pictures with their mobile phones, looking excited.
After Zhao Qinglan frowned slightly, he walked to a roadside stall and bought a baseball cap to put on. He raised his hand and pressed the edge of the baseball cap, and Zhao Qinglan lowered his head and walked on the roadside.
Sure enough, no one noticed her this way.
When she reached the intersection and was about to cross the road, a black car stopped beside her.
Zhao Qinglan turned around and glanced, his eyes condensed.
It was a black car with a license plate number of Beijing A followed by a series of 6. In Long Country, the people in a car with such a license plate number were all important figures in the state department.
Titled Official Dad.
The car door opened.
Someone got out of the car.
It was a young man in his thirties, wearing a simple bottoming shirt and a jacket, wearing casual clothes.
He can't be said to be handsome in appearance, but he has regular features and a heroic face. His eyes are bright and sharp, he is mature and steady, his sharpness is restrained, and he looks upright.
Zhao Qinglan took one look and knew that the other party was a soldier.
Looking at the other person walking towards her, Qinglan knew that he was here to find her.