Song Tingfan realized sothing, and his face flushed instantly. He hurriedly walked away.
But he didn’t go far, just a couple of steps away.
After a while, not seeing his sister-in-law coming out, he called out worriedly, "Sister-in-law?"
Lin Qiao, who was struggling to pull up her pants in the outhouse, "..."
"Just a mont."
It was really a bit embarrassing.
After a while, she leaned against the doorfra to co out, eting the eager gaze of the young man, "..."
Song Tingfan walked over, squatted down, and carried her back to the house. After tucking her in with the quilt, he asked, "Sister-in-law, what do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."
"Isn’t there so leftover dishes and rice at ho? Just heat them up." Lin Qiao thought for a mont.
"The doctor said you should eat at." Song Tingfan said seriously.
Lin Qiao was silent for a mont and then smiled warmly, "I like everything little uncle makes."
Song Tingfan shyly scratched his head, "Alright."
Before going out, he reminded her, "Sister-in-law, call if you need anything."
"Okay." After Lin Qiao saw him leave the room, she winced softly.
There’s no anesthesia here, it must hurt.
It’s likely to hurt for seven or eight days.
She took a mont to recuperate, her mind racing — last ti with the Ya Po incident, and this ti with the hillside fall, they all happened to her.
Is it really a coincidence or are these events from the past life unchangeable?
She felt a little panicked, how would the events unfold next?
This is not a script, it’s more like impromptu performance at all tis.
Her once calm heart felt a twinge of unease after the fall.
At this mont, a voice ca from the courtyard, "Tingfan, don’t cook, co eat at our place, I’ll watch over Qiao’er."
It was Li Guifen’s voice.
The original parents were indeed very kind, Lin Qiao even felt a bit envious. Her parents were often traveling, and not likely to co ho for days within a year.
They might not even know if she’s dead or alive now.
Thinking of this made her heart feel a little heavy, but it’s good this way, no need for them to cry over her.
Soon, Li Guifen ca in carrying food, seeing her awake, "Daughter, you’re awake. Does it still hurt?"
"Not really." Lin Qiao shook her head, then pointed to a chair for her to sit.
"Of course it hurts, why weren’t you more careful walking? Your father and I were scared to death." Li Guifen handed her the food.
At this mont, Song Tingfan walked in, "Aunt Lin, I’ll watch over sister-in-law, you can go eat at ho."
"You go eat, I’ll stay and watch, I’m not that hungry." Li Guifen softened her tone, afraid to scare him.
After Lin Qiao fell asleep, this child went to the kitchen and cried, she saw it when she went to fetch water.
"Aunt Lin, I want to stay with sister-in-law." Song Tingfan stood firm and didn’t move.
Being aware of the way of things, Lin Qiao deeply understood, "Mom, you go eat, Tingfan will watch ."
Li Guifen looked at the two of them, hesitated for a mont, and nodded, "Then I’ll bring a bowl of rice later, I’m taking Uncle Song and Aunt Song to eat now."
After a while, the courtyard door closed.
Inside the room
Lin Qiao handed the bowl and chopsticks to Song Tingfan, "Little uncle, you eat, I’m not hungry yet."
"I won’t eat." Song Tingfan shook his head without thinking.
The Lin family packed a lot of chicken, with two drumsticks, and Lin Qiao picked one for Song Tingfan, "Be good, eat with ."
"If you don’t eat, I’ll be angry."
This trick works every ti, and Song Tingfan hesitated for a while before reaching out to accept it. Seeing her eat, he then started to devour.
As he ate, his eyes turned red, but fearing she’d notice, he lowered his head further.
Although Lin Qiao couldn’t see, she knew the child probably felt bad, but she didn’t bring it up.
Not long after, Lin Ping brought over a bowl of rice for Song Tingfan, then took out a paper packet from his pocket and placed it on the table, saying to Lin Qiao, "Here’s so flower cake, eat it if you’re bored. I’ll buy more when it’s gone."
"Second brother, take it back for your boys." Lin Qiao looked at his honest face, feeling a bit more genuine.
"They have plenty, don’t be reluctant to eat it, I’ll buy more if you finish it." Lin Shan paused for a mont and added, "Your sister-in-law asked to buy it, she said sweets help with the pain."
The two daughters-in-law of the Lin family have good hearts, just so complaints bottled up inside.
Lin Qiao understood Lin Shan’s aning, implying that Mrs. Lin Wu’s harshness was just a facade, hoping she wouldn’t hold any grudge, "Second brother, thank the second sister-in-law for , once my legs are better, I’ll make sothing delicious for you guys."
Lin Shan grinned, "No need for good food. Just focus on getting your legs better, once you’re healed, your second brother will take you all to the town restaurant. This ti the woodworking job paid quite well."
After exchanging a few more words, Lin Shan left.
Midway through eating, Lin Qiao couldn’t continue, there was too much food, "Little uncle, are you full? If not, I haven’t touched this half."
Song Tingfan knew his sister-in-law couldn’t eat anymore, he took the bowl and poured it into his own, eating heartily.
Suddenly, sothing touched his head, and the young woman’s voice said, "Little uncle, don’t overthink it, it wasn’t your fault, I insisted on going up the mountain with you."
"Okay." Song Tingfan nodded with his head down.
After finishing the al, Song Tingfan brought in a bowl, and under his watchful eyes, Lin Qiao drank the herbal dicine in one go, afterward sticking out her tongue, "Little uncle, give a piece of flower cake."
Song Tingfan hurriedly handed her a piece of flower cake, seeing her eagerness, he cautiously asked, "Sister-in-law, do you dislike the bitterness?"
"Not really, it’s just the dicine is bitter."
Lin Qiao ate the flower cake but her mouth was still filled with the taste of dicine. She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue again, and after feeling a little better, she raised her head to et Song Tingfan’s direct gaze. She awkwardly coughed and changed the topic, "Little uncle, go back to your room and sleep."
"I’ll watch over you." Song Tingfan took the bowl and placed it on the table, then moved a chair to sit beside the bed.
Lin Qiao shook her head, "Little uncle, go back to your room and sleep. If I need you, I’ll call."
"No." Song Tingfan shook his head.
Lin Qiao: "..."
A while later, Song Qin and Song Rong returned, and hearing Song Tingfan wanted to keep watch, they both agreed, with Song Rong bringing over a quilt to cover Song Tingfan.
After staying for a little while longer, they left without disturbing Lin Qiao’s rest, returning to their own room.
Song Tingfan closed the door, turned around, and saw Lin Qiao shifting. He quickly went to help, and Lin Qiao pointed to the half of the bed she had cleared, "Little uncle, sleep here."
Originally she thought he would hesitate for a while, but he obediently nodded.
After getting onto the bed, Song Tingfan leaned over the edge of the bed like before, adjusting the quilt. They were very close, and Lin Qiao couldn’t help but swallow.
She hadn’t thought much of it before, but now being "pressed" below, well, it was a bit embarrassing.
But considering he was just a twelve-year-old child, that slight embarrassnt went away.
...
Song An’s family visited the next afternoon. It seed like they had just found out. Song An expressed so concern then left the room, aware that staying too long in a woman’s room might lead to gossip.
Just as he stepped out, Song Tingfan followed, "Big brother."
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