Scholar’s Sweetheart - Chapter 422

The roll is very hot.

The twin’s steamed bread also had a low fever due to sweating.

Song Xintong was distressed, guilty and regretful, “if only I were optimistic about them.”

In this era, many children died early because of illness, so song Xintong was very afraid of children getting sick, “if only he didn’t take them to the river.”

“They’re just feverish. Don’t worry too much. You’ll be OK after taking the medicine.” Lu Yunkai lives on Song Xintong’s shoulder and relieves her.

“If only I didn’t take them out.” Song Xintong looks at the twins, their faces turn red because of fever, and they also make uncomfortable hum from time to time.

“Mother, I feel dizzy…”

“Mother, I feel sick…”

“Mother, I want to hug…”

“Mother, I don’t want to drink bitter medicine…”

Sick twins become extremely sticky, one nests in Song Xintong’s arms, not willing to come out, one also lies in Lu Yunkai’s arms.

“My mother asked someone to put a lot of sugar in it. It’s not bitter.”

“Don’t drink it. It’s stinky and bitter.”

“Who is to blame? Who let you fall into the water Lu Yunkai said in a deep voice, “do you dare to run to the water next time?”

Steamed bread grievance: “I did not fall into the water.” Why do I get sick when I don’t fall into the water? It’s hard.

“When did you not get sick together?” Song Xintong did not know how they could have such a strong heart, “stay away from my brother in the future.”

Steamed bread caught the hand of the scroll, especially sensible said: “don’t blame my brother.” Huajuan took his brother’s hand and called in a low voice: “brother.”

“Go to sleep. When you wake up, you won’t have a fever.” Song Xintong gently patted the back of the scroll and coaxed him to sleep.

“Niang, don’t go…” the scroll tightly tugs at Song Xintong’s skirt for fear that she will go.

“If I don’t leave, I’m here.”

Sick children are difficult to coax, crying to the middle of the night, and so the fever subsided, the two children gradually fell asleep.

Song Xintong didn’t dare to go back to his room to sleep. He was afraid that they would wake up later. If he couldn’t see her, he had to make a lot of noise.

Although the two children are usually very sensible, they sleep in the same room, but when they are sick, they are very upset. They only recognize song Xintong.

He Yi was lying beside the bed, and he did not dare to fall asleep, for fear that they would have fever again and again later.

Fortunately, they were in good health. They recovered the next day after taking the medicine.

Lu Mu came early in the morning and said, “is it better?”

Song Xintong nodded, “there is no fever, but there is still some cough.”

Lu Mu nodded and said, “drink more medicine and it will be OK.”

“They are afraid of medicine.” Song Xintong is also very helpless, to give them medicine to rely on irrigation.

Lu Mu: “good medicine tastes bitter and is good for disease.”

“It’s not delicious.” Curly flat mouth lying on the bed, in the morning drink medicine, the mouth is still bitter.

“Where is the medicine delicious?” Song Xintong puts on the coat son to two people, “yesterday should not let you go out to run.”

The scroll nestled up to song Xintong and sucked his nose

Song Xintong wiped their noses and said, “get up and drink porridge.”

“I don’t want to drink porridge when I listen to the scroll.” Niang, I want to eat meat. ”

Steamed bread is also a face of pain, “Niang, I don’t want to eat rice porridge, I want to eat Roubao.”

“No, I can’t do it all. If you have porridge, you can get better.”

“No.” The scroll fell to the bed, got into the cup, pouted and swayed, “I don’t want to eat it.”

“Then you’re hungry.” Song Xintong picked up the steamed bread sitting on one side, went to the table and fed him with porridge: “open your mouth.”

Steamed bread opens its mouth to eat porridge.

“Hot or not?”

“It’s not hot.” Steamed bread looked into the room, “my brother is hungry, too.”

“He didn’t want to eat it himself.” Song Xintong is not to teach huajuan, but she can only feed one person at a time, so she put huajuan first.

It’s said that Lu’s mother loves her two grandchildren very much. Seeing that the eldest grandson has eaten, the younger grandson is still having a tantrum here, so she is very worried.

But she can’t speak, and it’s useless to be anxious. She can only lift the cup and take out her little grandson.

Huajuan struggled unhappily, but when she found out that it was her grandmother, she did not dare to move. She was pitifully lying in her arms,

Tears pattered down.

Mother is good or bad, only hold brother to eat, do not hold me.

Wuwuwuwu… I’m hungry too. My mother doesn’t care for me anymore.

I want to complain to my father and let him take charge of my mother.

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Song Xintong didn’t know his little son’s inner drama. If he knew it, he would die laughing.

Steamed bread called his younger brother to come, “my younger brother, come to have a meal quickly. I’m not hungry after eating.”

Scroll licked his lips, proud said not.

“Don’t let Grandma hold you all the time. Get down quickly.” Song Xintong pulled out the chair beside him, “mother, would you put him down?”

Lu’s mother put down the scroll and told it to have a meal.

Huajuan sniffed and secretly glanced at Song Xintong to see her face before eating.

“Look what I do.” Song Xintong filled the porridge and put it in front of the scroll. “Eat it quickly. When the disease is over, you can have whatever you want to eat.”

I’m still angry. I don’t believe you.

Steamed bread handed the spoon to his younger brother, “younger brother eat.”

“My brother ate it, too.” The scroll took the spoon and began to eat.

The child’s temperament is only ten minutes. After eating the scroll for a while, his mouth keeps saying, “mother, wipe your nose.”

“Mother, wipe my mouth.”

“Mother, I want to…”

“Mother, when I get well, I’ll have chicken legs.”

“I want sweet meat, too.”

“And the shrimp

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Looking at the twins’ mental recovery, song Xintong was relieved that she would rather make trouble with them than get sick.