The neighbor's aunt left, came over again, and put down two bowls of noodles.

An Kechun looked at the bowl of rice, and his heart was slightly touched. He still remembered himself.

An Kechun smiled, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating. "Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome, we're neighbors, and Dean usually helps us a lot." The woman didn't leave, she sat down and chatted with the patient.

In the evening, Dean went back.

Took a few bags.

"Ah Chun, look at what I brought back for you."

After entering the house, he saw the patient who had been waiting for him for a day. In the afternoon, the man had a stomachache again, so An Kechun had to give him another pill.

An Kechun explained to him the patient's reaction and medication. Dean checked again, looking at the man who was already asleep, he got up and said with a smile, "Ah Chun can practice medicine by himself."

He asked An Kechun to fetch the medicine for another three days, handed it to the woman, told the time and details of the medicine, and sent them back.

After leaving, Dean happily pulled An Kechun over, "Look at what I bought for you."

Inside were new clothes and shoes. When I opened the clothes, it turned out to be a long skirt.

Dean said happily: "I really wanted to buy it for you last time, but unfortunately my foot hurt."

An Kechun hasn't worn new clothes for a long time, let alone a skirt. She looked at the brightly colored skirt with sparkling eyes, "I don't like skirts."

Dean still said: "Try it, girls should wear more skirts, it looks good."

An Kechun said: "I used to have a lot of skirts, and I got tired of wearing them."

Seeing that she seemed to be getting angry, Dean immediately took out the pair of shoes again, "Then you try on the shoes, you have always worn a pair of shoes, and you can't wear them the next day if you brush them at night."

An Kechun looked at Dean's enthusiasm, and Dean put his arms around her shoulders and asked her to sit on the stool, "Quickly try on the size to see if it fits. If it doesn't fit, someone will go to town tomorrow to change a pair for you."

Dean squatted down, opened the shoes directly, and grabbed An Kechun's ankles to put them on for her.

An Kechun stepped back a little to prevent him from touching it.

Dean reached out and grabbed it, pulled it out again, and put the shoe on her foot, "You sprained your ankle before, and I rubbed the medicine on you. Why are you shrinking now?"

"It's not good for outsiders to see."

"Outsiders have long thought that we are husband and wife."

An Kechun: "..."

Lonely men and widows, living together, and getting along for so long, no wonder others misunderstood.

An Kechun is not afraid of misunderstandings, she doesn't know anyone here, she left, and those people's comments have nothing to do with her, but Dean still lives here, so he can't ruin his reputation because of himself.

As if sensing that she wanted to leave again, Dean said half-jokingly: "The old man still wants to drink our wedding wine today, Ah Chun, what do you think of me..."

"I have a husband." An Kechun opened his mouth immediately, blocking what he wanted to say.

Dean's back froze, and he stopped moving his hands, looking up at An Kechun.

An Kechun retracted her foot, bent down, and put on the shoes by herself.

The shoes fit perfectly, she didn't know how Dean knew her shoe size, and they were really comfortable in the new shoes.

"Are you married?" Dean asked again.

An Kechun: "We're getting married soon."

"...Then he hasn't been able to find you, so he must be very anxious." Dean sat aside, no longer the joy of just coming back.

An Kechun took a deep breath, looking at the quiet night in Xiaozhai outside the window, with crickets chirping in his ears. "If it was before, he would. Now, he should be protecting me."

Dean looked at An Kechun with tears in her eyes again. Under the light, her eyes shone beautifully. "That day, he was the one you said would not go to heaven?"

An Kechun looked at Dean, smiled, and the unbearable tears rolled down his cheeks. "yes."

"Chun, can we exchange stories? Let's treat each other as healing." Dean said.

An Kechun asked, "Cure?"

Dean nodded, "You know, I'm a nice guy, I don't refuse, I'll help with anything big or small. It's my strengths and my weaknesses. And you, have been struggling."

An Kechun looked at Dean, and he didn't dare to look at An Kechun again, for fear that he would get deeper and deeper. "What are you struggling with? Why run for your life? Why can't you return home? Why were you shot? Ah Chun, who are you?"

In the end, he still looked into An Kechun's eyes and asked straightforwardly.

An Kechun looked at the fire, "If your lover was killed by the person your sister loves, what would you do? There is a premise that she is your favorite sister."

The fire burns firewood, and the room crackles, bringing a little movement to the silent room. "There are right and wrong things, who is right and who is wrong?"

An Kechun fell into memory, who is right? Who is wrong again?

Ever since An Kexia got pregnant, she often dreamed about her sister. She promised Nangong Zi that she would give him full control over this matter, "Xia Xia, trust me, I'm your husband now."

An Kexia naturally chose to believe him, "Are you busy?"

"I'm not busy, what am I busy with? I'm so free every day, I even think about the name of the child."

An Kexia: "Stop pretending, I know what you've been doing recently."

That night when he got the news from someone else, An Kexia said that it was a lie that he didn't feel sorry for Nangong Zi, and that he had to start all over again. Fortunately, his family members can't help him, but he has several good brothers who will provide him with support without hesitation.

Today, An Kexia originally called Nangong Zi to care about him. As a result, we chatted and talked about An Kechun, "Is there any news about my sister?"

"No news is the best news."

So, An Kexia became worried, and Nangong Zi also found that An Kexia didn't speak, so he took the initiative to change the subject, "It's okay, what the black net wants is not coming out, I dare not hurt her. Let's talk about whether the child has behaved recently Hey, did I kick you?"

An Kexia: "Have you never seen a woman get pregnant?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

An Kexia was silent again.

I heard that his godson went to play with Xia Xia again recently, "It's not bad, our godson is filial, and he knows how to go to accompany his godmother for his godfather, so that you are not alone."

"It's not that I'm alone, it's just that I'm a little too good at it." An Kexia said.

Nangong Zi could also think of his "ability" to be a son, and he would not do trivial things. "Have you been beaten?"

"Slapped."

"Who beat you?"

"His father and mother beat him up."

Nangong Zi nodded, "It's expected. Why beat him?"

"Are you asking why his mother beat him, or why his father beat him?"

Patriarch Nangong was shocked: "Isn't it a matter of co-authoring and being beaten?"

An Kexia laughed, "Nuan Nuan said: The child will always surprise you and surprise you unexpectedly! When you are moved to tears, you will get angry again."

"So why was he beaten?" Nangong godfather was curious.