Female Detective of the Republic of China: The cold and handsome young man will flirt with his wife

Even though she didn't have much strength in her body at the moment, she still unconsciously squeezed the dagger in her hand. If the person who came outside dared to try something wrong with her, she would definitely let the dagger penetrate into that person's flesh.

The person who came in walked very lightly, and soon came to Feng Xiaojin's bed.

And because Feng Xiaojin didn't know where the other party came from, he closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be still unconscious.

With her eyes closed, Hong Xiaojin raised her vigilance. Gradually, she felt that the man was approaching her, and a pair of callused hands touched her forehead.

Afterwards, a slight sigh was heard: "What's wrong with this girl? The fever has subsided, why have you not woken up for so long, it seems that she has lost too much blood, and when she wakes up, give her a good supplement."

It was an elderly female voice, and not long after that, I heard footsteps gradually going out.

Listening to this tone, Xiaojin felt that the person who entered the room just now seemed to be harmless, but right now she didn't have the strength to resist, so she could only pretend to be unconscious.

In Feng Xiaojin's view, the woman did not kill her when she was seriously injured, at least it proved that the man did not intend to kill her.

Thinking like this, Feng Xiaojin kept pretending to be unconscious, and was passively fed medicine and porridge.

It wasn't until she felt some strength in her feet that Xiao Jin got up and walked out of the small room where she slept.

"Pretty sister, are you awake?"

When Feng Xiaojin went out, a little boy put down the bamboo stick in his hand, and walked in front of her with a happy face.

Feng Xiaojing looked at the boy in front of her. He was thin and dark, about the height of her chest, and the boy was about ten years old.

And there was an old woman beside him, who was doing needlework at this time, and after the boy made a sound, she looked at Feng Xiaojin with a smile on her face: "little girl, you finally woke up, I thought you couldn't make it through, in fact It proves that beautiful people are always favored by heaven."

It seems that this should be a poor family. She remembered that the place where she fainted was a desolate forest. Why did she come to this family's house again?

"Why did I come here?" Waiting Xiaojin looked down at the boy who had talked to her before.

In Feng Xiaojin's view, the world of children is pure and real, and most children would not lie, so the answers she got were relatively true.

"I went hunting in the forest with Uncle Wang next door. We wanted to hide from the rain, but unexpectedly, I saw you fainted in that thatched hut. Because Uncle Wang is a lonely man, it is inconvenient to take you home with a girl. So I took you to our home to recuperate."

Although this boy looked thin and inconspicuous, when he said these words to Feng Xiaojing, he was very orderly, and he didn't have the slightest intention of stage fright. big dick.

"If it wasn't because of you, I might have lost too much blood and died. When I recover from my injury, I will ask my husband to send you a large sum of money. Thank you very much."

While speaking, Feng Xiaojin bowed to the old woman who was mending and the child who looked like a teenager, expressing her gratitude to them.

"No, we're just doing it with little effort. Besides, since Jiawang's parents passed away, our grandparents and grandchildren are lonely and have no guests. The house has always been deserted. Now that you're here, it's more lively here, so you can rest assured." Let's recuperate here."

After the old woman bit off a thread end with her teeth, she spoke very kindly.

Feng Xiaojin didn't answer the old woman's words in a hurry, but came to the bamboo sticks that the little boy was playing with before with a look of curiosity.

"What can these things do?" Feng Xiaojin asked curiously while fiddled with the hard bamboo strips.

"Sister, you have delicate skin and tender meat. I definitely don't know. These things can be made into bamboo products, such as bamboo baskets. The finished products can be sold in the market for money."

In order to prove what he said was true, the little boy named Jiawang started weaving bamboo baskets in front of Feng Xiaojin.

I have to say that this kid is very fast and skilled in weaving bamboo baskets, which shows that he often does the same thing.

Feng Xiaojin stayed with the little boy for a long time, intentionally or unintentionally chatted with him about his parents, and finally waited for Xiaojin to learn that his parents died of famine.

Originally, she wanted to find out more information, but at this time, the old lady who had been listening to Hong Xiaojin talking with Jiawang but had never made a sound said, "Girl, you are weak, don't blow too much wind outside, I see you Let's go back to the house and rest!"

After being told by the old woman, Feng Xiaojin really felt that her head was a little dizzy, so she nodded and went back to the small room where she slept before.

Feng Xiaojin didn't think so when talking with the little boy outside.There's something weird about it, until now she's sitting on the bed alone, she doesn't feel that the house seems a bit eerie.

But the lighting in this room is excellent, and the outside sunlight can directly shine on the body.

This also made Feng Xiaojin feel that she must have lost too much blood before and was too weak to have such an illusion.

Feng Xiaojin lay on the bed with her eyes open, but she couldn't fall asleep. Until the evening, Jiawang knocked on his door: "Beautiful sister, are you awake?"

"What's the matter?" Although Jia Wang is only a half-grown child, after all, men and women are different, and now he is standing at the door like this, which makes her feel a little weird.

"Grandma asked me to change your medicine. If it's convenient, then I'll come in." Jia Wang was polite when he spoke.

"Where you put the medicine, I'll do it myself. I was already very embarrassed to bother you before. Now that I'm awake, I should let me do these things myself." For some reason, Feng Xiaojin subconsciously I want to reject Jia Wang's proposal.

"You can bandage other wounds by yourself, but you can't bandage your arm well, and because you have wounds on your hands, what if you pull the wound while bandaging yourself in other places?"

Seeing Feng Xiaojin's refusal, Jiawang didn't give up, but talked about his interests.

Thinking that Jiawang Zuoyou was just a child, Feng Xiaojin didn't continue the stalemate and let him into the room.

At first, Jia Wang looked good, and looked at the wound for Feng Xiaojin, and just said: "There is no major problem", and then began to bandage it.

I don't know why Jiawang bandages very quickly and is very skilled. This operation is almost comparable to those professional nurses in the hospital.

It's just a child who has no parents, how could he have such abilities?This made Feng Xiaojin a little more vigilant.

She looked at Jia Wang with admiration: "Young man, you are quite nimble, have you studied medicine?"

Jia Wang was taken aback by Feng Xiaojin's question, and then waved his hands again and again: "How can I have any medical skills? If I know medical skills, I can become a doctor, and my grandma and I don't have to live such a poor life." Well, the reason why I bandage it is because I often hurt my hands while working, and it will naturally heal after a long time."

Although there was nothing unusual on the boy's face, Feng Xiaojin still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After Jia Wang bandaged Feng Xiaojin's wound, he dragged her to the main room.

A smell of rice entered Hong Xiaojin's nose, making her swallow unconsciously.

Perhaps Feng Xiaojin's swallowing sound was too obvious, and he directly made the old lady who was still busy in the kitchen laugh.

"Girl, are you hungry? Wait a little longer, I'll be fine soon, you're weak, I'll make you some broth." The old woman poked her head out and looked at Feng Xiaojin with a smile.

"Do you need my help?" After all, Feng Xiaojin was too embarrassed to eat free food in someone else's house. She dragged her weak body to the simple kitchen of Jiawang's house.

There is only a small stove in the kitchen, and some pots and pans that look old are placed on the chopping board aside.

Although it looks a little old, it was cleaned up very clean by the old woman.

"Looking at you, you should be a girl from a rich family, right? Have you never seen the kitchens of poor families like us? You should sit here and wait for me to cook for you!" The old woman had a simple and honest face. Looking at Feng Xiaojin, when he mentioned the word 'big family', there was a bit of longing on his face.

'Big family'?Maybe Huai'an can be regarded as a rich person, but before that, Feng Xiaojin also lived a life of poverty, so she is no stranger to such a kitchen.

Originally, she wanted to help the old woman cook, but the old woman said she was weak and insisted on not letting her do it. In the end, Hong Xiaojin had to sit on a small bench beside her, watching the old woman go about her business.

Fortunately, the meal was relatively simple. It didn't take long for a few simple side dishes and a pot of broth to be served on the table.

Jiawang looked at the broth in the pot, with a yearning smile on his face, and the saliva almost flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He took the spoon unconsciously, and scooped up a large bowl.

I thought that Jia Wang would drink the broth directly, but to Miss Hong's surprise, he actually passed the broth to her.

"Drink it quickly! This stuff is very nourishing, and your injury will heal soon after drinking it!" When Jia Wang smiled, he showed his white teeth, his eyes narrowed into a nice shape, and he looked rather gratifying.

She was indeed hungry, Feng Xiaojin carefully put the bowl to her mouth.

But before she started to eat it, she felt extremely sick when she smelled the smell of meat. She only felt that the whole lungs had that greasy smell.

Thinking of the old lady's hard work being treated like this by herself, Feng Xiaojin couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Girl, what are you sorry for? You've lost too much blood, you're too weak, and you can't get meaty, so drink some porridge first." The old lady didn't mean to blame Feng Xiaojin, but she quickly filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to her. In front of Feng Xiaojin.

Feng Xiaojin didn't think this bowl of porridge was too difficult to swallow, and even felt that the porridge was a bit sweet.

Just after eating, she felt a little sleepy, thinking that she was too weak to have such a reaction, and then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Xiaojin, half asleep and half awake, always felt that he heard the sound of someone sharpening a knife.