The married husband is a grandfather

This is just a matter of little effort. Song Qingye has taken in all kinds of people, and it doesn't matter if there is one more person. Even if it is a simple meal, it is worthwhile to sell the favor of Wen Tingchun's family, let alone doing such a small favor for Wen Tingchun. .

"Okay, I'm short of manpower." Song Qingye readily agreed.

Seeing that he was so straightforward, Wen Tingchun agreed, and immediately patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Good brother! Thank you."

"Thank you, isn't it a good deal for Boss Wen to owe me a favor?" Song Qingye said with a smile.

The three of them had lunch together. During the dinner, Wen Tingchun teased Song Qingye, saying that someone came to him to ask about Song Qingye recently. After all, it is well known that Song Qingye and Wen Tingchun have a good relationship. It was Song Qingye's idea.

"If you refuse, just tell me what to do." Song Qingye stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, it was chewy and fragrant.

"Hey, you really don't want to be tempted by Boss Yang's daughter, who is famous for her good looks. Everyone knows that Boss Sun's brother is handsome..." Wen Tingchun seemed to be a matchmaker.

Song Qingye took a sip of the soup, looked at Wen Tingchun with a funny smile, then looked at Xie Yuesheng, "Yuesheng, why does your Boss Wen know so much about someone else's lady?"

In an instant, Wen Tingchun felt a chill come up from the bottom of his feet.

"Hi! I'm kind enough to introduce to you why you still provoke me and my family, A Sheng, in front of me. We are doing well, right A Sheng?" Wen Tingchun smiled flatteringly at Xie Yuesheng.

Xie Yuesheng looked at him with a cold face, "Yeah, when did Boss Wen know so much about someone else's daughter, brother, and tell me?"

Song Qingye didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, "Boss Wen also knows that it is bad to provoke the relationship between husband and wife, I thought you didn't know."

"Hmph, I'm really worrying about you for nothing. A few days ago, my people went to Yunya Village to buy goods. I saw many matchmakers and female relatives running to your house. Most of them were going to marry Chu Yu. You wait and see. Bar."

Wen Tingchun sighed, he didn't want to tell Song Qingye what he said at this time, but he rushed to the point, so he just said it.

Song Qingye paused with his chopsticks, "Is this really the case?"

"I can still lie to you." Wen Tingchun picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and felt that this matter was still a bit big.

Fu said to Song Qingye with a serious face: "Qingye, you know what you have in mind, don't know everything by then."

After all, Wen Tingchun regarded Song Qingye as a good friend, so he reminded him like this. No matter where the family is passed down, it is a big deal. At that time, what should Song Qingye, a tough man, do.

"Well, I see, thank you. But I discussed this matter with Chu Yu, and he knows what he knows, and the family can't do anything about him." Song Qingye looked calm, not like a fake.

Only then did Wen Tingchun put his heart back and nodded, "It's as long as you know what's on your mind."

After having lunch and resting for a while, Wen Tingchun asked someone to prepare a carriage, saying that he was going to take Song Qingye to meet the child, and that some matters could be resolved sooner.

They arrived in front of a dilapidated house in a carriage, and the servant knocked on the door. Unexpectedly, a group of burly men came out. Wen Tingchun and Song Qingye frowned, feeling that this matter was not simple.

Chu Qiu went out of the city gate with a basket on his back, and Master Ji slowly carried him to the outskirts. He didn't tie him up, but patted its head and told it to wait for him here. .

"I'm going to pick herbs, Mr. Xie, please be good." Chu Qiu patted Mr. Xie's head.

Grandpa Kui put his head on his palm to show that he knew.

It didn't snow today, but the mountain road was slippery, and the snow was slowly turning into snow water. Chu Qiu was afraid that the road would be too slippery and fall to himself, so he cut a bamboo stick and walked with a stick.

He walked very slowly, just to see if there were any rare medicinal herbs with tenacious vitality. Over the years, he traveled around with his master and saw many strange medicinal herbs, which he liked very much.

The sun came out slowly, and he took out a jug from his back basket, which contained water, took a sip, and rested for a while before continuing to walk into the mountain.

When I came down from the mountain, the sky was getting late, and the setting sun hung on the side of the mountain, dyeing half of the sky red.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, his eyes were bright, and he didn't look tired at all.

There was a river at the foot of the mountain, and the water in the river was icy cold. After Chu Qiu washed his hands there, it was so cold that his facial features wrinkled together.

In the quiet evening, he suddenly heard the sound of "plop" into the water, the sound was loud, Chu Qiu suddenly raised his head and looked around.

At a glance, a figure was seen falling into the icy river.

Chu Qiu didn't care too much, put down the basket in a hurry, and ran over to save people in two or three steps.

Although he looked thin and weak, he was very strong. The man didn't even struggle when he fell into the water, and let himself sink. In order to pick him up, Chu Qiu got soaked all over himself. He carried him to the bottom of the water Fortunately, on the shore, the man spat out two mouthfuls of water and woke up by himself.

Chu Qiu touched the water on his face, and then looked over. This time, he was still an old acquaintance.

"Wen Yan?!"

How is he still alive?Wen Yan turned his head in a daze, and then he heard a voice calling his name.

He tried his best to open his eyes and look carefully, it was not who Chu Qiu was, this was really a sinful fate.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wen Yan coughed violently. As a doctor, Chu Qiu immediately knew that Wen Yan was ill. He pulled Wen Yan's wrist and put his hand on it to feel his pulse.

The more he touched the pulse, the more he frowned.

"The wind and cold enter the body, and you become sick from overwork..." Chu Qiu looked Wen Yan up and down again because of falling into the water, his clothes were clinging to each other, and his body, which was exposed without any concealment, was too thin.

"I... I'm fine... Thank you so much for saving me." Wen Yan was trembling from the cold, and it took a lot of effort to say a complete sentence.

"You are sick, you need to take medicine and cultivate well." Chu Qiu stared at him and said every word.

Wen Yan smiled wryly in his heart, how could he afford such a luxury as taking medicine.

"No, I'm fine, thank you very much...I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first." Wen Yan stood up in embarrassment, and after walking a few steps, his legs gave way, and his brain suddenly lost consciousness.

Chu Qiu hurried forward and hugged him, touched his forehead, it was really hot.

How could there be anyone more stubborn than him in this world.

Chu Qiu frowned, carried the man on his back, took his own basket, and went out of the mountain.

"Master Xie, thank you for your hard work, we have to hurry up." Chu Qiu stroked Lord Xie, first put Wen Yan on the horse, and then got on the horse by himself.

Both of them were wet, and when the cold wind blew, their noses were almost cold.

"Those over there are not allowed to ride horses in the city! It's about you!" Someone shouted at Chu Qiu, but Chu Qiu turned a deaf ear to it, and hurried back to the mansion with Wen Yan in his arms, while there were still people chasing after him.

"Uncle Meng, I'll leave the rest to you." Chu Qiu ran in quickly, holding Wen Yan in his arms. Uncle Meng was confused, and when he looked outside, several yamen servants were chasing him.

"Tiandong, bring a bucket of hot water to my room, I want to take a bath." Chu Qiu said to Tiandong quickly.

Tiandong looked at the person in Chu Qiu's arms, although he didn't know why, he immediately followed suit.

Chu Qiu put the man on his bed, took off Wen Yan's wet clothes, and stuffed him into the quilt. He and Wen Yan are brothers, and he didn't feel that there was anything to be shy about, let alone He is still a doctor.

Chu Qiu took out a silver needle and pricked Wen Yan, Wen Yan's high fever gradually subsided, Chu Qiu took a pen and wrote a prescription, and asked his servants to buy it outside, fry it, and bring it to him.

At this time, he had a gap to deal with his wet appearance. He sneezed, and the hot water was just ready. Chu Qiu hurriedly drove him off, took off his clothes and got into the bathtub, comfortably Take a hot shower.

After changing his clothes, Tiandong brought the ginger soup that the kitchen made for himself to prevent him from catching the cold.

"Master Qiu, who was that just now?" Seeing that Chu Qiu had finished drinking the ginger soup, Tiandong had time to ask.

"I'm a friend." Other Chu Qiu didn't say much, and Tiandong didn't ask too much.

Chu Qiu found a new inner garment that he had made and put it on Wen Yan. After the medicine was cooked, he fed Wen Yan to drink it himself. His movements were very skillful. After all, Chu Qiu followed his master all these years everywhere. Yunyou also took care of many patients.

Wen Yan gradually fell asleep after drinking the medicine, but it didn't take long for Wen Yan to start having nightmares again. He curled up and buried his face in the bed. When Chu Qiu went to see him, he reached out to touch him. , the clammy hand was Wen Yan's tears.

Chu Qiu's heart trembled. He didn't know how stubborn a person must be to hide himself in his dreams to cry. He cried without a sound, but for no reason, the head of the person who watched it was pierced by fine needles. Generally uncomfortable.

Song Qingye and Wen Tingchun went back to their homes without any gains. So many people couldn't even find a child. Seeing that it was getting late, they had to go back home. Wen Tingchun only told him that if he found someone, he would send someone to come and talk to him. He said.

Song Qingye didn't mind running with Wen Tingchunbai. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Chu Yu standing at the door. Song Qingye got out of the carriage and walked towards him, holding his hand naturally, "waiting for me to come back ?"

"Well, seeing that you haven't come home for a long time, I thought of waiting for you at the door."

"I can see you sooner."

Song Qingye likes to hear Chu Yu talk to him like this. It feels so good to have someone waiting for you to go home. He used to be a rootless duckweed, but now he finally has a harbor where he can anchor.

"I just saw a plum blossom on the way home. I thought it would be great if you could see it, so I picked one for you." Song Qingye took out a plain brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, opened it At first glance, a blooming plum blossom was lying quietly in Song Qingye's palm.

With a bitter fragrance in the cold winter.