Sister Baoyi...

This name is too kind.

Nan Baoyi glanced at him and said a few words in a very low voice.

Nan Yan nodded first: "Yes."

Yuchi Beichen stared at Nan Baoyi in surprise.

He is worthy of being his concubine who has not passed the door. He is both beautiful and intelligent.

He nodded, "I have no problem here either."

The three of them looked at Nanguang in unison.

Nan Guang was stunned: "I didn't understand what you said."

"Dad, it doesn't matter whether you understand." Nan Baoyi gently patted the back of his hand, "You just pretend to be sick."

Nan Guang hesitated for a moment and said, "Then, I'll give it a try?"

Several people discussed and finally a supervisor came in and told them to let them go out.

When he walked outside, Nan Guang suddenly held his forehead and looked full of pain: "Oh, no, no! I have a stomachache, my stomachache!"

Nan Baoyi wishes he could give him a blow!

She whispered: "Dad, your stomach hurts, why are you doing with your head covered?!"

Nan Guang came back to his senses and hurriedly hugged his stomach: "Oh, I'm afraid I can't live anymore, my stomach is cramped!"

He was a drama artist, and he rolled all over the ground regardless of his image.

Nan Yan shook his handkerchief and knelt down on the ground with tears in his face: "Dad, you can't die! If you die, what should I do with my sister?!"

Yuchi Beichen was stunned.

The sisters of the Nan family come to tears as soon as they say, it’s so amazing!

He looked at Nan Baoyi again.

Nan Baoyi rubbed the wet and red eyes of Danfeng and walked to Liu pitifully: "Uncle Liu, my father's stomach hurts a lot. Can you please take a look?"

"Life and death have destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, what should I see?"

Leader Liu was impatient.

"But Dad is so pitiful...Teacher Liu, can I pick some herbs at the mine and boil medicine for Dad?"

The little girl is beautiful with pear blossoms and is extremely beautiful.

The beauty begged, and Chief Liu's heart was about to melt, and he waved his hand with a smile: "Forget it, Uncle is kind, I'll give you a quarter of an hour, go and go back!"

After saying that, another big and thick supervisor was sent to stare at her.

Nan Baoyi walked towards the edge of the mine.

She had probably learned from doctors in the past.

Although the level is not enough to cure people, you can barely remember their uses when you see ordinary flowers and plants.

She held the small basket and picked a large basket of senna leaves.

Senna leaves are small herbal shrubs. The leaves are sharp and sharp, and they taste sweet and bitter. When boiled into water, they are very likely to cause diarrhea.

She raised the basket and naively asked the supervisor: "Do you know what this is?"

The supervisor shook his head, staring at her chest from beginning to end.

Nan Baoyi was so disgusted that she was tightly disgusted, but her eyes were bright: "This is a herb that specializes in treating the stomach and intestines. If my uncle feels uncomfortable in the future, he can chew this herb directly to keep you alive and lively, and he will be more energetic than a young man."

Haha, if you can get up from the pit, you will be called a ghost.

The supervisor nodded and praised, "The little lady knows so much."

Nan Baoyi returned to the kitchen with a small bamboo basket. Nan Yan and Nan Guang were already waiting.

Nan Yan took the bamboo basket and skillfully boiled water and decocted medicine.

Nan Baoyi fought beside him, and the two sisters cooperated very well.

Nan Guang sat on a small stool and watched.

After watching for a while, he suddenly started to laugh.

Nan Baoyi was adding firewood to the stove cave and said curiously: "Why are Dad laughing at?"

"You two sisters often fought in the past, but my father never expected that you two could stay together." Nan Guang sighed, "Hey, it would be great if Jing'er was here too. I don't know how Jing'er is doing now. I heard that he married the eldest princess of Nanyue. For his father, he was really worried that the eldest princess would bully him... For his father, he had no support."

Nan Baoyi tilted her head.

Some pictures appeared in my mind.

The cave exploded and collapsed.

The young man who had never called him "brother" hugged her and her sister tightly and protected them with his flesh and blood...

The tip of her nose suddenly became a little sour.

Nan Yan stood alone in front of the stove, facing her back to Nan Guang, and put the senna leaves into the boiling water.

She lowered her head, her fingertips were shaking, and her slender shoulders were trembling even more. Gradually, tears fell one by one, gradually blending into the boiling water.

She raised her sleeves and wiped the tears on her face.

Her voice was hoarse: "Brother is gone."

Nan Guang was stunned: "What?"

"Brother is gone..." Nan Yan lowered his head deeply, clenched his hands into fists, tears pouring out, and he couldn't speak even more, "In that explosion, my brother protected my sister and I with his life... Before I fell into a coma, I heard him call, Dad..."

The kitchenette is quiet.

The firewood was burning, and the boiling water was rolling.

Nan Guang was stunned for a long time before laughing, "Yan'er, why are you lying again? How old is Jing'er? He is only twenty-two years old, how could he be gone?"

He smiled very gently.

The eyes are red quickly.

The hands on the knees were trembling violently, and the nails were pinched deeply into the palm of their palms, making them fuzzy, as if they were not aware of them.

He smiled, and gradually, tears came out.

He raised his hand to wipe the tears, but he wiped more and more, and mocked: "Really, Yan'er is used to cheating on her father..."

He remembered that when Jing'er was seven years old, he bought him a set of four treasures for the study for children.

He helped Jing'er put the four treasures of the study into his small pockets, and then held Jing'er's tender little hand and took him to the Nan Family to study and enlightenment.

But the master of the clan school despised him as an outer child and refused to accept him.

He begged with kindness, and tears were all flowing down, but the old master just refused to give in.

Jing'er is young, but she has backbone.

He wiped his tears with his little hands.

He comforted him with a slight voice: "Dad, don't cry, this academy doesn't want me, I'll go to another academy. When I grow up in the future, I will take the top scorer as a high-ranking official and support my father, so that they can see with their own eyes the face I earned for my father!"

How sensible is his Jing'er!

How could he... die?

Nan Guang gasped and gradually burst into tears.

That heart-wrenching grief was something Nan Baoyi had never seen before.

She suddenly remembered a sentence from the market:

——The woman who loses her husband is called a widow, the man who loses his wife is called a widow, and the child who loses his parents is called an orphan. However, there are no words to call a person who loses his children. Because there is no word in the world that can describe that kind of despair and grief.

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Chapter completed!