Prehistoric Woman Age - Chapter 358

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     When Ming heard Ruoya’s words, her whole body trembled, and her pale face was instantly filled with blood.

    “Ah! It’s too bad, Ming Gao’s fever is coming up again, what should I do, what should I do? My face is burning red, and I still have to use physical cooling…” An’er’s little hands began to rush again Pick up Ming’s clothes.

    When An’er wiped Ming’s body in the morning, he was unconscious. Now, when he is awake, he feels that his whole body has been stripped down to a small cotton cloth with four corners. Ming, the shy child, suddenly turned red like boiled shrimp.

    An’er felt the heat on his body suddenly rise, and said to Ruoya: “Help me go to the kitchen and bring some hot water, if you don’t cool him down, he will burn out…”

     Ruoya coughed twice, looked at Ming whose eyelashes were fluttering, and said to the sweaty little woman, “Are you sure he has a fever?”

    “How can it be so hot if you don’t have a fever?” An’er felt that although she was not a doctor, she still knew such simple common sense. This confused guy has been ignoring Ming’s feelings for her.

    Abu took charcoal from the firewood house and sent it to the west wing. Hearing the movement here, he came over. He shook the snowflakes on his body in front of the door, and when he came in, he saw Ming’s naked body. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately covered his younger brother with a quilt, and said to An’er, who was in a hurry, “Aren’t you afraid of aggravating the cold by leaving him in the air like this?”

    “His body temperature has risen again, so he can’t cover it like that, he needs to dissipate heat…” An’er said weakly, and suddenly said again: “Abu. You have been at Atayal for most of the past two months. In the city, do you know who Mingxin likes?”

    The inscription eyelashes on the kang trembled a few times, breathing tight. Abu glanced at his brother. Looking at An’er deeply, he asked for a long time, “Why did you think of asking this?”

    An’er had sparkling tears on her eyelashes, she sniffed and said with a weeping voice: “Ruoya said that ‘sorrow is better than death’, she lost her desire to survive, and she is ill. It will be repeated. He also said that he must be like this because of emotional setbacks… Who is so blind. Our Jiaming is so good, he is a famous doctor. He looks so good and has a good temper… Whoever did him Woman. That’s a blessing that has been cultivated in eight lifetimes…”

    Abu’s mouth twitched a few times – the one with eyes and no pearls…isn’t it just you…? He looked at Ming’s increasingly thin and haggard face, and sighed helplessly in his heart. Ever since An’er accepted Ying Ye, he realized that the little woman who made him sacrifice all his emotions no longer belongs to him alone.

    Although Ming is not a few years younger than him. But he grew up under his careful care. Ming was sick every three days as a child. His pale face shrank weakly in the tattered animal hide. At that time, Taiya was only a poor and weak tribe, and the tribe lived a life of starvation and cold. At that time, the witch doctor was very old and could only collect medicinal herbs near the tribe. Xiao Ming was tinned with two bowls of dark concoction every day.

    At that time, he once secretly tasted it and almost spit out the bitter gall. Too bad to drink, not only bitter and unbearable. There is also an unbearable smell. He just took a sip and couldn’t take it anymore. But his younger brother drank a bamboo tube obediently every day.

    At that time, he admired Ming and felt distressed. When he was only 7 years old at the time, when he went out to collect with the collection team, he always unconsciously collected some wild fruits that tasted delicious and sweet, or went to find some beehives, and despite the danger of being stung into a pig’s head, he collected honey for his younger brother to drink. Change the taste in your mouth after the medicine.

    In order to make a name for himself, he was often sued by his clansmen to Baba, saying that he liked to play and did not collect well, in exchange for a fat beating from Baba. However, he still went his own way, and Baba and the clan all thought he was unworthy of cultivation at that time, and turned to train others to be the heirs of the patriarch.

    After the death of Ba Ba Ma Ma, who was only fifteen years old at the time, he took on the burden of the tribe and traveled with hunting teams to hunt prey in dangerous areas every day, and injuries were common. However, no matter how tired or busy he is, he will always remember to bring some wild fruits or honey back.

    Ming, who was originally determined by the witch doctor to not live to be ten years old, grew up stumblingly under his careful care. Before An’er came, Ming lived with pain and tenacity, because he knew that his life not only belonged to him, but also entrusted his brother’s efforts and expectations.

    Ming’s thoughts, Abu can clearly feel it through his eyes. Therefore, he was very clear about Ming’s intentions for An’er. In the past, what Ming wanted, he tried every means to help him get it, but it was about the woman who made his heart throbbing the most, but he selfishly pretended not to know. He had a small extravagant hope in his heart—hope that Ming’s intention was nothing but the impulse of the young man’s mind, and it would gradually fade away.

    As time went on, Abu watched Ming sink deeper and deeper, more and more silent, and even fell into a kind of self-loathing. Ming felt that he liked his brother’s woman, and it was an extremely shameless and unforgivable act to want to rob a woman from his brother who gave him a second life. However, he couldn’t control his heart, his feelings, and poured all his love into An’er.

    But he can’t openly confess to An’er like others. On the one hand, it was because he was afraid of being hurt, and on the other hand, he couldn’t bear to dig his brother’s walls. This unattainable feeling suppressed his heart and gradually made him breathless.

    An’er was meticulous to him and everyone in the family, but when An’er expressed concern or concern for him, he couldn’t help but feel a little happiness in his heart. He worked hard to learn the words of An’er’s hometown and the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and Chinese medicine, just for her to give her a look of approval, a look of affirmation…

    Ming has been hypnotizing herself – An Er likes him, An Er has him in her heart. But he never dared to confirm, for fear that the beautiful bubble in his heart would be punctured by ruthless facts. He shrank in his inner world, holding on to a fluke to endure day and night.

    Good morning’s words, like a sharp sword, inserted into his heart, breaking his last fantasy and tearing his already fragile heart. He felt that there was no love in life, so he might as well just fall asleep and never wake up again.

    Once a person’s willpower is destroyed, then the disease will come like a flood. The wind chill, which had already improved, was repeated again, and he felt as if he was floating up, drifting into the far dark depths… That’s fine, he doesn’t need to face the cruel reality. Anyway, no one cares about his existence and disappearance.

    At the moment when he was gradually engulfed by the darkness, An’er’s voice, like a bright morning glow, illuminated his sky. An’er’s anxiety, An’er’s worry, An’er’s tears… made his withered heart rejuvenate again – perhaps, everything is not so bad, at least An’er cares about him, even if this care is only for relatives. .

    However, when will she understand his heart? Can she accept his feelings? The little extravagant hope in Ming’s heart regained the consciousness of raising his head. When he heard Ruoya’s almost explicit reminder, his heart thumped, and his hands under the quilt were clenched tightly. It’s a pity… He couldn’t help but complain about An’er’s slowness.

    An’er thought that his condition was repeated, took off all his clothes, and when his little hands touched him, somewhere below him, when something started to change, a wave of heat suddenly filled his body. He felt like he was on fire, his face must be bloodshot, right?

    His shyness made the little woman think it was aggravating her condition. Hearing her crying voice, he felt a little reluctant and unbearable in his heart. It’s his bad, always making her sad and worrying her.

    What made him extremely helpless was that when Abu came in, she actually asked who the person he liked and said that the woman had no eyes… Did you scold him like that? Although she didn’t know that the person she scolded was herself.

    Brother must know his intentions. Whenever his eager eyes are quietly chasing An Er’s beautiful back, his piercing eyes will always look thoughtfully come over. In fact, both of them were well aware of his feelings for An’er. It’s just that he didn’t ask, and he didn’t say anything.

    How will my brother answer? Help yourself to clarify his emotions, or to vaguely carry it over? Ming’s heart faintly harbored a kind of expectation. He sometimes hates himself for being too timid, too cowardly, and too inferior, and even the person he likes has no courage to confess. He is not even as good as A Tu, at least people often go to An Er to show their hospitality. He could only hide on the side, watching her from a distance…

    Abu will help him? When he was a child, he deeply remembered his brother’s kindness to him and his care for him. He knew that his brother had irreplaceable credit for his ability to live to this day. My brother loves him so much, he really shouldn’t be fighting An’er with him. However, since An’er has received one eagle leaf, it’s not much to take another one, right, right?

    He just wanted to stay by An’er’s side silently, not to compete for favor, not to be jealous, and not to rob her brother of An’er. He will always be quiet and well-behaved, as long as he stays by her side, that’s enough… Will my brother satisfy his little selfishness?

    Ming was so nervous that his whole body was stiff, waiting for Abu’s answer – what would he say? Are your thoughts about to be made public? He is not as good as his brother, not as strong as Yingye, will An’er accept him?

    Abu’s voice sounded, he sighed softly, and said to Ming lying on the kang, whose eyelashes kept flapping: “You should express your own feelings? If you don’t have the courage to chase your own happiness, how can you control your own happiness?” (To be continued. .)