Song Yuanwai and his wife stood aside, feeling uneasy.
"It's okay, the village chief is here!"
Song Yuanwai noticed Song Qianshi who was shaking all over, patted her shoulder and comforted her.
"Um!"
Mrs. Song Qian wiped her tears with a handkerchief and leaned her head on Song Yuanwai's shoulder.
At this moment, the nervousness and anxiety eased.
Seeing Bu Fan frowning, their hearts suddenly lifted and they held each other's hands tightly.
They are afraid of hearing bad news.
You must know that they have seen the medical skills of the small village chief.
If even the small village chief can't do anything, then the town and county doctors are even more powerless.
Bu Fan took back his hand and saw the two people who were nervous and glued together, and felt a sense of emotion in his heart.
It's strange to say.
Song Yuanwai and Song Qian were introduced through relatives and friends.
Before the two got married, they had never met each other, let alone experienced a so-called sweet love. They were all arranged by their families.
But after getting married, the two have been in love for decades and have remained consistent.
Unlike other villages, even small landowners with dozens of acres of land can bring in their beautiful wives and concubines one after another, and there are a lot of children.
And what about Song Yuanwai?
On a.
I heard that in the early years, Song Qian almost had dystocia when she gave birth to Song Xiaochun. Song Yuanwai consoled her in a joking manner:
"One child is enough, two, our family is not enough for them to grab!"
What seems like a joke is often the truest expression.
So far, I have never heard of any rumors about Song Yuan outside the village.
It can be said that in the village, Bu Fan is the representative of the village grass, and Song Yuanwai is undoubtedly the representative of the good man.
"Except Member Song, you don't have to worry so much. Xiaochun is fine. He will wake up in a few days."
Bu Fan comforted the two of them so that they would not be frightened.
"Really, that's great!"
Mr. Song Qian's eyes were wet and red, and he gently touched his chest with his hand. Mr. Song finally showed a smile on his face.
after.
Song Yuanwai wanted to keep Bu Fan at home for a while, but Bu Fan refused because he still wanted to teach.
Before leaving, he also asked Song Yuanwai and his wife to feed Xiaochun some rice cereal before she woke up, and avoid frying.
A white deer flew by in the sky, no, it was a white donkey, with two figures, one large and one small, sitting on its back.
And that sweet voice came from the little girl.
These two people are not others.
It was Bu Fan and his little animals.
At this moment, Huo Qilin shook his little head and hummed a little tune, looking extremely happy.
"Okay, okay, we're not here to give gifts."
Bu Fan touched Huo Qilin's little head.
"Send a gift? Aren't we here to watch a show?"
Fire Qilin tilted his little head and blinked his big eyes.
There were two little dumplings on the little head, a pink face, and a red dress. Those who didn't know it thought she was the granddaughter of an old man who liked to wear red clothes.
Bu Fan couldn't laugh or cry.
This little girl is getting better and better at being cute.
…
Song Yuan's wife's family was not an ordinary family. There were servants guarding it at night.
There was even a boy standing outside Song Xiaochun's door who yawned from time to time.
Bu Fan appeared behind the young man like a ghost and gently patted the young man on the shoulder.
The boy felt his eyes go dark, lay down on the ground, and fell asleep.
After that, he opened the door and walked in slowly.
Huo Qilin closed the door wisely, and after Bu Fan arranged soundproofing in the room, he walked to Song Xiaochun's bedside.
"What are you doing?"
Bu Fan sighed. Although he knew that not being able to practice would be a big blow to Song Xiaochun, he really didn't expect it would be so big that he would give up his life.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound came out.
Bu Fan turned his head.
Then I saw Huo Qilin taking out a small bag from somewhere.
The little hand reached into the small bag, took out a piece of fragrant popcorn and put it into the little mouth.
"Where are you from?"
Bu Fan was speechless.
This girl really came to watch a movie, she even had popcorn ready.
"Sister Mingzhu gave it to me. She said it was delicious popcorn."
Huo Qilin took out a popcorn from the small bag and said, "Brother, do you want to eat it? I'll feed it to you!"
Seeing the fire unicorn standing on tiptoes and stretching out its long hands, Bu Fan suddenly had a black line on his forehead and said, "I'll feed you when you grow taller!"
"Also, do you need me to prepare a chair for you to watch the show?"
"What's so funny about this?"
Huo Qilin stuffed a popcorn into his mouth and showed a naive smile.
"I can just move it myself."
As he said that, he moved his short legs, moved the chair next to him, and sat on it.
Then, looking at him with big watery eyes, he took out a piece of popcorn from the small bag and put it into his little mouth.
Bu Fan: "..."
Well, he has always known that Huo Qilin is lacking in brains.
Shaking his head, he kneaded with one hand, used the Tiandao Reincarnation Kung Fu, and gently touched Song Xiaochun's forehead. A ball of light fell on Song Xiaochun's eyebrows and disappeared.
…
"Internal strength is seventy!"
A steady voice suddenly spread.
Song Xiaochun woke up suddenly and looked around in surprise.
At this moment, he stood on the high platform, stretched out his hand, and touched a stone tablet in front of him, and the number seventy was clearly written on the stone tablet.
Where is this place?
But before he could react, countless memories suddenly flooded into his mind.
This world is not the world he knows. There are no immortal cultivators here. It is a world where martial arts is respected and strength is king.
His name is Xiao Xiaochun, a direct disciple of the Xiao family. His martial arts qualifications rank among the top ten in the family, and he is arrogant.
At this moment, it was the Xiao family's monthly routine to test the cultivation level of their children.
"Not bad, keep working hard." The young man on the side smiled and nodded.
Song Xiaochun clasped his fists and walked off the platform, his thoughts still not recovered from the shock.
what happened?
Why did he appear here?
Become another person?
"Master Chun, you are indeed the genius of the younger generation of our Xiao family. I am afraid that within a year, you will become a true warrior."
"It goes without saying that, let alone the Xiao family, even in Yanzhou City there are few people who can compare with Master Chun."
As soon as Song Xiaochun stepped off the stage, he was praised and flattered by a group of Xiao family children.
Listening to these flattering voices, Song Xiaochun showed no expression on his face. He had seen too many of these when he was at Tianxuanmen.
But at this moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowded square.
"Look, Xiao Huohuo's internal strength test is five."
"This has set a new record for our Xiao family."
"What a waste. Even if a pig practices for a month, it still has more than five internal powers. This Xiao Huohuo is not even as good as a pig!"
"This trash is just trying to smear our Xiao family. If his father hadn't been the clan leader, he would have been kicked out by the elder."
Song Xiaochun raised his head and looked at the familiar figure on the high platform, and couldn't help but be startled.
Why does this Xiao Huohuo look so much like Bu Fan?