Qiao Saner's mother does not look like Qiao Saner. Qiao Saner is thin and described as being feminine. Qiao Saner's mother is taller and has a more serious and angular appearance. The two look more like father and son, but when they look at the funny scenes on weekdays, Jiang Ling looks only sad at this time.

At this time, Qiao Saner's mother, whose originally tall man had shoulders, his face was like dead trees, his temples were gray, and his clothes were wide and he could leak the air as soon as he walked away. She looked much older overnight. She was obviously a man in her thirties, and Bai Yingfeng moved, and looked much more than the one in the middle of the river.

After hesitating for a moment, Qiao Saner's careful mother called out: "Is it... Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Ling's eyes were apart and he agreed guiltily, "It's me, aunt, let's take a look at Brother Qiao Saner."

Although Qiao Saner entered the industry late and had a low seniority, she was older than Jiang Ling in terms of age.

Now that I have been expelled from the door, I will be based on the order of age.

After confirming Jiang Ling's identity, Qiao Saner's mother suddenly moved and rushed towards Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling closed her eyes and was about to slap her hard. Unexpectedly, after a while, Jiang Ling opened her eyes and saw Qiao Saner's slender back kneeling on the ground.

"My benefactor, we three are sorry to you!"

Qiao Saner's mother knelt on the ground with a cry, and tears that had been flowing for a day broke the dam again, and her crying was filled with pain and guilt.

But every word, she has never blamed Jiang Ling, but Lian Kuiban.

Jiang Ling was stunned.

She has deposed her only son, why does Qiao Saner's mother think about others like this?

Jiang Ling was ashamed to see Jiang Zhongye taking action cruelly.

"What is Auntie doing? It's a trait, a trait! Get up quickly!"

He hurriedly helped up the weak Qiao Saner-like mother, who was like firewood, and Jiang Ling pulled her into the only chair in the room, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This chair was secretly left by Qiao Saner when Lian Kuiban changed the furniture.

In fact, if you don’t need to replace the old furniture, it’s just the end of burning fire. Qiao Saner took a stool and only took a handful of the oldest ones. No one pretended not to see it, just thinking that he was going to take it home to chop firewood, but he didn’t expect that he was filial to his mother.

I saw the bottom of the house at a glance. The walls were pitch black and the floor was like the floor. The house was covered with walls, which was no different from when Jiang Ling came last time.

However, there are a few more small decorations in some places, which look like they are worthless gadgets, and there is a long gown of Qiao Saner hanging on the simple shelf. It was tailor-made by the team when he officially took the stage. It should be the latest thing in the house.

On the opposite side of the wall, above the wooden bed, is Qiao Saner who is raised against the wall.

I haven't seen each other for a day, Qiao Sanerxun changed, her beard was unshaven and her eyes were black. This was a situation where she was exhausted and had too much blood after being injured.

Liankui's class often suffers from injuries in rehearsal of magic, so Jiang Ling can be sure without looking at it.

Qiao Saner's lips were cracking, and she reluctantly smiled at Jiang Ling, and greeted her: "Senior sister... Miss Jiang, please sit down quickly."

Jiang Ling pursed her lips and sat on Qiao Saner's bed.

Qiao Saner glanced at her mother worriedly and said embarrassedly: "Mom, stop crying, Miss Jiang is so anxious that she can't sit still."

Qiao Saner's mother agreed, wiped her tears with her cuffs, barely stopped her voice, and her eyes became even redder.

"I, I'll take a look at you. This is the golden sore medicine prescribed by Dr. Jin. I applied it to the wound with yellow wax lard to prevent you from purging. I will close my mouth in three days and move in seven days."

This is the medicine that Jiang Ling bought with his own private money. What Jiang Ling didn't say is that this medicine is different from ordinary golden sore medicine. Dr. Jin used blood exhaustion and frankincense imported from Southeast Asia, and added many precious medicinal materials, which were often used to treat gunshot wounds. Jiang Ling felt guilty and wanted to bring the best to Qiao Saner, so that he could get better sooner and suffer less.

Qiao Saner's mother came over and accepted it with gratitude and gratitude. She immediately took a pot to the door to remove the medicine. Soon, a rosin smell spread.

Jiang Ling took out a money from his handbag and stuffed it under Qiao Saner's bed.

Qiao San'er's eyes were panicked and she wanted to come over to stop Jiang Ling. The gauze on her wrist immediately saw Hong.

Jiang Ling quickly pressed Qiao Saner and put him back on the quilt, saying without any doubt: "San brother, this is what you deserve. Just think it is the severance payment for our family over the years. Your mother... looks bad in good health, so she has to buy some supplements to raise her. When you get better, she has to find a business and keep the money for her.

Qiao Saner hesitated.

He knew so much about how terrible it would be for a family to have no income.

He still has to support his mother and he has to recover from his injuries. Even if the two of them save money, it will be a expense...

Qiao Saner finally cried, and two lines of tears flowed on her sunken cheeks. Qiao Saner whimpered, "How is this good... The Jiang family is so kind to me. Everyone treats me well, but I did something worse than beasts... I regret it... Senior sister..."

Qiao Saner's face was buried in her arms, sobbing, regretful, helpless, and when a man was desperate, regretful but had no way back, his mood was probably tormented at that time.

The torture from conscience made Qiao Saner feel in pain.

His filial piety to his mother forced him to choose to live, and only by living there was hope.

In these two contradictory moods, Qiao Saner felt that her bones were shattering and her heart was thrusting, as if she would die in the next moment, and as if she would become another person's pain.

At this moment, Jiang Ling saw another thing in Qiao Saner.

Under Jiang Ling's comfort, Qiao Saner gradually stopped and straightened her back again. This man, who had originally had empty eyes, had dared to look directly at Jiang Ling's gaze, with a hint of calmness in the pain.

A person's greatest progress is to dare to face up to his own shortcomings. When he agrees with his own flaws, the person becomes awake.

This is the case with Qiao Saner, like a wake-up call and a burst of enlightenment. This man who has been in a daze and has gone with the flow finally knew what he would pursue in the second half of his life.

门嘎吱一动,乔三儿的娘端着一小罐子的药进来了,金疮药还没凉透,散着浓重的药味,江凌已经开始帮着乔三儿打开绷带,准备换了药安顿好了母子俩再走.

Qiao Saner endured her eyes in pain. The bandage had long been stuck with the wound. Every time she moved, the flesh of the wound was tilted. Jiang Ling had to wet the bandages with boiling water first, and then carefully tear them open. Even so, when the last layer of bandage was removed, Qiao Saner was sweating profusely.

Three eyes looked at the two wounds at the same time, then Jiang Ling frowned and Qiao Saner widened her eyes.

"This, this is..."
Chapter completed!