Chapter 1081: 1081 owes a pair of legs1 Chapter 1081: 1081 owes a pair of legs1 Xiao Yuchuan’s eyes flickered with apology, “Wife, let’s not go to town just yet, we’ll wait until Fourth Brother’s wind-cold is better, okay?”
She nodded slightly, “It’s not urgent anyway, we’ll talk about it after he gets better.”
Xiao Yuchuan went to the pharmacy to get the herbs for decocting dicine, set the dicine to boil on the stove, and brought breakfast to Xiao Qinghe’s room, “Fourth Brother, do you want to feed you, or…?”
“I’ll do it myself.” He struggled to sit up.
Xiao Yuchuan helped him, and his expression turned bitter, “I’m already a useless person, and now I’ve even caught a wind-cold, inconveniencing third brother.”
“Brothers don’t speak of two houses,” Xiao Yuchuan handed him a big bowl of porridge, “The porridge has been kept warm on the fire for you.
I’ll bring the dicine over once it’s ready.”
“Third brother…” Seeing his concern, a thread of guilt flashed in Xiao Qinghe’s heart.
But what could he do?
Ever since the family had the well drilled, his heart had been heavy.
Other people in the village envied that his family could afford to drill a well, but he couldn’t find any joy in it.
Being a “paralyzed guy,” it was difficult for him to fetch water from the village well; the wheelchair did not navigate easily on the uneven village road.
Third brother and Qingyue would always be at ho.
They would also take care of his water needs.
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Nowadays, with the well finished in the backyard, there’s no need to carry water from the village well.
They could go to town with peace of mind then, right?
He didn’t want to be alone in this house, didn’t want to be without Qingyue, didn’t want them to leave.
Xiao Yuchuan saw the fleeting guilt in his fourth brother’s eyes and understood his guess was correct, Fourth Brother really did spend the entire cold night lying on the ground, “Do you have sothing to say, Fourth Brother?”
He just said, “You have worked hard, third brother.”
Xiao Yuchuan said nothing more and just sat with him in the room, “Drink slowly.”
“Hmm.” His response was faint, yet his voice carried a slight choke.
After he finished the porridge, Xiao Yuchuan took the bowl, “Your health isn’t good, do you want to sleep for a bit?”
He shook his head, “I can’t sleep.”
“Shall I get you a dical book to read?”
Xiao Qinghe pointed to the cabinet, “In the middle layer of the cabinet, bring the notebook I’ve written.” The notes he took when Qingyue taught him dicine, he’d read countless tis.
Every ti he reviewed them, he rembered the way she taught, the monts they’d shared.
Xiao Yuchuan went to the cabinet, opened the wardrobe where clothes were neatly folded layer upon layer, with a deliberately empty middle layer reserved for brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, along with several dical books.
He picked up the notebook personally docunted by his fourth brother, written on cut pieces of rice paper and bound with needle and thread on the left side into a book.
He rembered this notebook; Fourth Brother must have read it over and over again.
Even for review, there was no need to do it so repeatedly.
Closing the cabinet door, he handed the notebook to Xiao Qinghe.
Yuchuan watched Qinghe imrsed and serious as he reviewed the notes, yet sotis drifting away…
His facial expression grew grave.
It was clear that Fourth Brother was reminiscing about sothing through the notes, and without doubt, he was thinking of Qingyue.
He rembered Tao ijiao saying that on the day he and Qingyue had completed their marriage ceremony, Fourth Brother was also intently looking at the notebook.
Being deeply enamored was so obvious that even Tao ijiao could see that what Fourth Brother was looking at was not just any notebook, it was nearly Su Qingyue herself.
Xiao Yuchuan abruptly stood, his face darkening as he left the room.
Xiao Qinghe looked up, seeing his third brother’s retreating figure, the clenched fist clearly indicating that third brother was on the verge of exploding with anger.
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