"Brother, brother, why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
"Then, brother, take the medicine quickly."
When Yuanwei returned to the courtyard, the child rushed towards him, and his innocent and cute words directly exposed the shame that Yuanwei thought he did not have.
He picked up the child, paused for a long time and replied: "I'm not sick. My brother won't be sick. He just ran too fast."
"Then, why did brother run away?" The child tilted his head, holding the steamed bun in his hand and slowly eating it, waiting for an answer. He was a very talkative child, so he got the steamed bun in advance and was very happy to eat it.
Yuanwei frowned, why did he run? Yes, why did he run? Shen Ju's throat had already been cut. All he needed to do was add one more sword, and Shen Ju's game would be over.
"Yuanwei, you have to put the child down. He has smallpox, so direct contact is not good." The second adult in the courtyard, Uncle Zhang, was holding a basket of freshly steamed buns. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly said.
Yuanwei carried the child to the table where the children were gathering, put the child on the bench, and said, "It's okay. I'm strong and healthy, so it's not easy to get infected."
"You have to pay attention to that." Uncle Zhang put down the steamed buns.
The children were very young, but very sensible. They did not move and sat in rows, waiting for the adults.
Yuanwei picked up the steamed buns, blew them, and gave them to the children one by one. Watching them eat, he was also happy.
"The fabric is a bit thick, and your neck has been rubbed red."
Suddenly remembering Shen Jue's words, Yuanwei looked at the groups of children. They were eating steamed buns obediently and smiling at each other.
The clothes were really a bit rough, and there were red marks on their hands and necks worn out by the fabric.
"Uncle Zhang." Yuanwei stood up, called Uncle Zhang aside, and then took out the silver.
Uncle Zhang shook his head and said, "Yuanwei, the money I gave you last time is enough for the normal expenses of the yard."
"This is to buy new clothes for the children. Remember to use better fabrics." Yuanwei handed the money bag to Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang looked at the children, his dirty faces were full of longing for a better life, and nodded: "It's not even the Chinese New Year yet, but they have new clothes to wear, so they are very happy."
"It's good if you're happy." Yuan Tail raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
Yuanwei didn't go out today and spent the day playing with the children in the courtyard.
As night fell, he sat at the door of the yard and looked at the dark night.
Touching the hard object on his body, Yuanwei looked at the notebook recording the 'evil deeds' of being drunk, and added something to it.
"He is a master of showing off."
Slowly writing unskilled words, Yuan Wei was determined to kill Shen Jui.
But then I remembered that Shen Jiu was scalded while eating eggs, and the children in the yard were scalded while eating steamed buns. The reaction was the same.
She seems to be quite young, but a bit perverted.
Yuanwei stood up and leaned against the door for a long time. He moved his fingers slightly and touched his lips.
Frowning, could it be that I am in love?
I actually felt guilty for hurting Shen Ji.
What a damn guilty feeling. When Yuanwei waited for Yuanwei to react, he was already at the city lord's mansion, right on the roof of the house where the city lord took a bath that night.
He felt that it was not good, and Shen Ji had let him go after all. So, he took the medicine bottle and came over to deliver medicine in the middle of the night.
"Why did you secretly give me the medicine and then leave secretly?"
Unexpectedly, he was so drunk that he didn't sleep. "Isn't it better to be more upright and aboveboard?"