Chi You, your panda is hanging on the tree again!

Originally, the little boy was going to cry, but seeing Fourth Master You's face was dark all the way, so the little boy only dared to cry all the way in a low voice with trembling lips.

When the car stopped, it didn't stop at the gate of the compound.Instead, it stopped on the gravel road that no one would pass by at this time.

There are very few street lights around, and the leaves of Tongbai are rustling with the sound of the wind, and the only thing in sight is the face of Fourth Master You, which is obscured by the light from the car.

The sound of pulling the handbrake was dull but clear, as if hitting the heart.

The little brat sitting in the co-pilot didn't know what Fourth Master You was going to do.But he still held the elderly machine in his hand and instinctively shrunk his body back.

Fourth Master You slammed his back on the seat and closed his eyes at the same time. After the sound of heavy breathing, the long and narrow eyes that were slowly opened by the little boy slid out a cold and depressed look towards the little boy. Light, it was so cold that even the little boy's feet became cold.

"You think I'm idle, don't you?"

The cub nodded.

Seeing his stupid look, Fourth Master You breathed more and more heavily, fidgeting to light a cigarette four or five times before he lit it.But he only took a puff and put the cigarette out in the ashtray, loosened the seat belt and brought the little boy to his lap with one hand.

The little boy seemed to have guessed what Fourth Master You was going to do.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Fourth Master You, who hadn't even taken off the brat's pants, didn't pause at all, he slapped the brat at the same time as the brat's butt was exposed.

"How dare you run away from home!"

The sound of "pa" was another slap.

The little boy kicked on the door of the car with his big, dirty and shapeless shoes.But he couldn't think of a way out of his mind, and he grabbed Fourth Master You's legs with both hands, crying loudly with all his strength tearing his throat.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Long or short memory!"

"Woooooo...not long..."

Fourth Master You: "..."

He didn't think this brat had any backbone, it could only be because the brat didn't understand what he said.

"No... I didn't leave, I lost, I lost... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

With a sound of "click", the old machine in the boy's hand fell from his hand.

Fourth Master You lowered his eyelids and looked down irritably, and saw an ugly black thing like a box.

Picking up that thing, Fourth Master You realized that it was a fairly new elderly phone.

"I... hiccup... I, mine!!"

The little boy twitched and stretched out his hand to hide, but he couldn't reach Fourth Master You's raised hand.

Fourth Master You narrowed his narrow eyes slightly.

Although this elderly machine is not expensive, but the kid doesn't have half a dime on him, so where did this new elderly machine come from?

"Say, where did it come from?"

The little boy's snot mixed with tears rubbed against Fourth Master You's leg, crying and shouting, "Mine, I, I bought it! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The little boy stretched out his hand to Fourth Master You again, but Fourth Master You grabbed his wrist.

It was because of this that Fourth Master You noticed that there were quite a few small wounds on the boy's hands, which were covered with a thick layer of dried mud. Although they did not bleed, the skin was broken.

"I earned it by moving bricks, woo woo woo...it's mine...you still... hiccup...give it back to me!! woo woo woo..."

Fourth Master You: "..."

Moving, moving bricks?

Fourth Master You's face was covered with black lines.

Who taught him?

While Fourth Master You was stunned, the little brat snatched the phone as soon as he raised his waist, and quickly held it in his arms after snatching it.

Fourth Master You put his hand on the boy's tender buttocks, and asked, "Who told you to move the bricks?"

The little boy pouted and twitched authentically: "You... hiccup... you let me go!"

He seemed to have really... really said this, but he didn't mean to let this brat move bricks.

Looking at the boy's face, Fourth Master You unconsciously pinched his buttocks while worrying about his IQ.

Why is the temperature on your hands a little hot and unusual?

Fourth Master You looked down at the boy's butt, and squeezed his middle finger into the boy's groin.But when he accidentally touched that place, he suddenly stopped.

Pulling out his slender and well-defined middle finger, Fourth Master You clenched his hand with a somewhat irritable expression.

The cub's buttocks also tightened unconsciously.But he didn't realize how dangerous it was just now.Just holding tightly to his elderly phone that can't watch Pleasant Goat at all.

It took a long time for Fourth Master You's eyes to gradually clear up, and he let go of his tightly clenched palms.Then he lifted the boy by the back collar, let him sit on his lap, restrained the boy's swaying waist with one strong arm, and put the other hand on the boy's forehead .

The mud is too thick...

With all his strength, he rubbed off a layer of mud on the little boy's forehead, and Fourth Master You put his palm on it again.

I really have a fever.

Fourth Master You asked him, "Are you uncomfortable?"

The little boy shook his head.

Is it okay to have a fever?

"to be frank!"

The little boy trembled in fright in his arms, and was about to cry again with a sob in his throat.

"Fart, butt hurts, woo woo woo..."

Fourth Master You: "..."

"What about your head, does it hurt?"

The little boy twitched and shook his head.

Fourth Master You frowned and put his palm on his forehead again, making sure that his little boy had a fever.

Going around behind the little boy with his hands and pulling up his pants, Fourth Master You looked at the little boy with snot and tears all over his face, and when he thought of something, his eyes dimmed a bit.

"When I died..." Fourth Master You slowly wrapped his arms around the boy, "Have you ever been sick? Has anyone taken you to a doctor or a doctor?"

The brat couldn't understand what he said, the bad man was clearly alive and well.

Seeing the bewildered look on the little boy's face, Fourth Master You felt angry for the first time that his former self did not exist in the boy's memory, and even...

Wronged……

The little brat didn't know the word "affectionate", but when Fourth Master You's scorching heat in his eyes gradually burned out and turned into a solitude, a part of him felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Uncomfortable..." The boy lowered his head, his voice was small and aggrieved.

Fourth Master You breathed heavily, took back all the previous emotions, and his tone returned to the previous one, asking: "Do you have a headache?"

The little boy shook his head.

Fourth Master You: "..."

Not intending to ask any more, Fourth Master You put the little boy back on the passenger seat.

When the two bodies were separated, even the evening wind was a little bit colder, and the leaves of tung and cypress fell to the ground and made a noise.

After closing the car windows tightly and adjusting the air conditioner in the car twice, Fourth Master You put his hands on the steering wheel, and after a few seconds, he let himself tighten his hands on the steering wheel.

"Let's go to the hospital."

When the engine started, Fourth Master You heard those two words again from the kid's mouth.

"Uncomfortable..."

Fourth Master You looked at him.

The little boy pointed to his heart, but he didn't know what was inside.

"It's uncomfortable here..." The little boy raised his drooping head and asked him in a low voice, "Is it because you are sick?"

Fourth Master You: "..."

Half an hour later, Fourth Master You brought the cub to the hospital.But did not take him to the emergency department.Instead, he took the little boy directly to a doctor.

"Check to see if he has a heart attack."

Not long after, the boy's examination results came out, his heart was fine, and Fourth Master You's heart sank.

"Does it still hurt?" The boy shook his head.

Only then did Fourth Master You carry him to the fever clinic.

It is indeed a fever, 38 degrees 3, which is considered a high fever.But the little boy is still quite energetic, just looking at his calves dangling on the chair, it can be seen.

The doctor looked at the kid with a clean forehead and felt a little...unusual, so he specially took the kid's temperature again and auscultated it three times.

It is indeed a fever.

The doctor prescribed the medicine, but Fourth Master You said directly when he saw the order: "Change the medicine to one with sugar coating."

doctor:"……"

But the doctor knew at a glance that Fourth Master You was not an easy person to mess with, so he could only resign himself to his fate and took back the list to change it.

Fourth Master You was really not willing to bear the smell of the hospital's disinfectant, so Fourth Master You carried the boy out after getting the medicine.

After getting into the car, Fourth Master You took out a bottle of mineral water, took out the medicine prescribed by the doctor and fed it to the boy, gave him another sip of water and started the car.

It's just that within a minute, Fourth Master You, who glanced at the little boy from time to time, saw the little boy spit out the sugar-coated pills.

With a sound of "stab", Fourth Master You stopped the car.

"Didn't it make you swallow just now?"

The little boy shrank towards the car door, hummed and said, "It's bitter, so I don't want to eat it!"

Fourth Master You suppressed his temper, took out the pills and stuffed them into the boy's mouth, and fed him a sip of water, "Hey, just swallow it and it won't be bitter."

The little boy nodded aggrievedly, and his little throat moved.

then……

There was a pill on the little boy's sticking out tongue, and then he spat out the pill again, and said aggrievedly: "I won't—"

Fourth Master You: "..."

Fourth Master You caressed his forehead.

My son is so stupid that he can't even swallow medicine!

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