Chapter 483
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Fu Yingxiang got out of the car. The teenager was carrying luggage in the trunk. It seemed that he didn't notice her.
"Fourth sister."
There was a cry of surprise in the night, and I saw a black shadow jumping from the distance, jumping and laughing, "fourth sister, it's snowing, it's snowing, see..."
Fu Yingxiang sniffed and looked back at ye Huanyan.
Many people like snow. A heavy snow seems to make the whole world clean.
Ye Huanyan kept a posture of catching snow with both hands and looked at her. She was laughing. The smile suddenly turned into a very surprised, stunned and fell behind her.
"Sister Yan, long time no see."
Fu Yingxiang listened to the clear voice more than once along the way, and it was undoubtedly the boy.
Sister Yan?
They know each other?
Ye Huanyan stared at the teenager behind Fu Yingxiang with wide eyes. It took a long time to recognize, "Ling?"
To say how long I haven't seen Heling, it's probably nearly seven years.
He came back once when the old lady died of illness, which was also the last time we met.
Ling has changed a lot. He is taller and stronger. He is a man, not a boy.
Ye Huanyan was overjoyed and introduced to Fu Yingxiang, "this is Ling, the eldest son of Ling Han's second uncle. How did you get here in a car?"
When talking, ye Huanyan's eyes fell suspiciously on the lollipop in Fu Yingxiang's hand. Fu Yingxiang regained consciousness and hurriedly pinned the lollipop behind her. "Coincidence, I don't know what's going on..."
Ling smiled, "it's really a coincidence."
"Come into the house quickly. Let's talk about it."
Ye Huanyan hurried forward to help with the luggage.
Fu Yingxiang was holding a lollipop in one hand, neither throwing it nor keeping it. She was so embarrassed that she had to let Ling and ye Huanyan help her carry her luggage into the room.
The old house is a big house. Everyone lives in the backyard. Ye Huanyan obviously didn't know Ling was coming back. As soon as he entered the backyard, he shouted, "Ling Han, Ling Han, look who's coming."
A stuffy hum came from the room, accompanied by Wen Yi's unhappy reproof, "I told you to stop moving. It's you who suffer."
Ye Huanyan stepped into the room with one foot, and the warm heat came to his face. Ling Han was lying on the imperial concubine's chair in the side hall, with a trouser leg rolled high and tied with dense needles.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"I've learned some new acupuncture. Give him a try."
"New?" Ye Huanyan pulled the corners of her mouth, forgot her purpose for a moment, and hurried forward,
"How dare you take a living person as an experiment, new student?"
Wen Yi glanced at her with a casual look on her face. "Originally, it was very good. How did you come in? He moved and just stabbed the wrong acupoint. It is estimated that he can't move these two days."
"Mom..."
"Yan Yan," Ling Han's voice interrupted ye Huanyan's dissatisfaction, "what did you just say to me?"
Hearing this, ye Huanyan remembered the two people standing outside the door, hurriedly lifted the curtain, waved and shouted, "come in quickly."
Fu Yingxiang came in first. Wen Yi was extremely happy to see Fu Yingxiang, and hurriedly got up to greet her,
"Xiao Ying, I'm glad you're here, but I'm looking forward to your coming. Stay with me for two more days. None of these kids is willing to accompany me, an old woman."
Ling followed closely.
When Ling Han saw Ling, he looked stagnant and frowned.
I can't tell whether I'm happy or unhappy.
Ling Yang raised her eyebrows and looked at Ling Han, who was lying on the imperial concubine's chair and couldn't move,
"Cousin doesn't seem to welcome me."
Ling Han's eyebrows frowned deeper. I don't know if there is really something wrong with the acupoint Wen Yi stabbed him here. For a long time, half of his body became numb, and he couldn't move at this moment. He couldn't help being enthusiastic if he wanted to get up.
"Don't blame him." Wen Yi interjected, "he was too weak to get up."
Wen Yi rarely helps Ling Han speak.
Ye Huanyan glanced at her in surprise.
"This is?"
"My mother."
"Good aunt."
"Well, are you Ling Han's cousin? Is it Mr. Ling Dongyu's son?"
Wen Yi took Fu Yingxiang and sat down in front of the tea table. She turned her head and greeted Ling, just like a hostess. It seemed that she had forgotten that Ling was more of a master in this place.
"Before, your father didn't have the opportunity to express his gratitude in person for helping us abroad. Gu's group can wash away the grievances. I really thank your father."
Even the words of thanks are so modest and forthright.
Ye Huanyan helped her forehead and felt that there might be no more arrogant woman in the world than her own mother.
Ling didn't change his face and said faintly, "my father just raised his hand. My aunt doesn't have to take it too seriously. Now, if there's anything else you need to help, just say it. It's convenient for me to tell my father directly."
"Really?"
"Of course, my father asked me to come back to China to see if there was anything I could help. After all, sister Yan had a good relationship with our family when she was at Ling's house. She didn't meet many times every year, but everyone's temper was very compatible, especially my mother and sister Yan, who got along very well."
"I heard Yan Yan say that your mother is Chris..."
Seeing Ling and Wen Yi chatting hotly, Fu Yingxiang accompanied them again, saying some coincidences of their encounter at the airport. The three people had a great time talking. Ye Huanyan didn't want to interrupt again, and simply walked to Ling Han. "Ling is a boy. He hasn't seen him for years, but he is more and more likable."
Ling Han lay on the imperial concubine's chair, his vision was limited, and he couldn't see the happy appearance of the three people over there, but from the chat content, he smelled a trace of danger.
"Yan Yan, help me pull out the needle and thread on my leg."
"Can I pull this out?"
"Yes."
Ling Han nodded.
Ye Huanyan looked back at Wenyi, "Mom, can these needles be pulled out?"
"Yes." Wen Yi answered perfunctorily, but she didn't even lift her head.
Ye Huanyan reached out to pull out the needle. Before touching the needle, he heard Wen Yi say again, "unless you want his other leg to be paralyzed."
Her hand shook with fear, and she almost touched the needle.
"Don't pull it out," ye Huanyan carefully withdrew his hand and comforted, "my mother used to learn traditional Chinese medicine. Although she may use you as a test object, I can't make trouble when a dead horse is a live horse doctor."
Ling Han frowned, and the remaining light from the corner of his eyes swept Ling's back, vaguely feeling uneasy.
This boy had some other ideas about ye Huanyan since he was a child. At that time, he was a kitten, but he didn't care. Now he came back when Ling Dongyu helped Gu's group. He didn't know whether he was going to invite merit or take advantage of it.
In the evening, ye Huanyan just sent Ling Han back to the room. After two words, Wen Yi knocked on the door outside, "Yan Yan, Xiao Ying is sleeping in your room. Go and talk with her earlier."
Since returning to the old house, ye Huanyan and Ling Han have been sleeping in separate rooms. Wen Yi has made a lot of folk prescriptions that he doesn't know whether it's true or not that can help Ling Han heal his legs. One of them is to ask their husband and wife to sleep in separate rooms.
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Fu Yingxiang got out of the car. The teenager was carrying luggage in the trunk. It seemed that he didn't notice her.
"Fourth sister."
There was a cry of surprise in the night, and I saw a black shadow jumping from the distance, jumping and laughing, "fourth sister, it's snowing, it's snowing, see..."
Fu Yingxiang sniffed and looked back at ye Huanyan.
Many people like snow. A heavy snow seems to make the whole world clean.
Ye Huanyan kept a posture of catching snow with both hands and looked at her. She was laughing. The smile suddenly turned into a very surprised, stunned and fell behind her.
"Sister Yan, long time no see."
Fu Yingxiang listened to the clear voice more than once along the way, and it was undoubtedly the boy.
Sister Yan?
They know each other?
Ye Huanyan stared at the teenager behind Fu Yingxiang with wide eyes. It took a long time to recognize, "Ling?"
To say how long I haven't seen Heling, it's probably nearly seven years.
He came back once when the old lady died of illness, which was also the last time we met.
Ling has changed a lot. He is taller and stronger. He is a man, not a boy.
Ye Huanyan was overjoyed and introduced to Fu Yingxiang, "this is Ling, the eldest son of Ling Han's second uncle. How did you get here in a car?"
When talking, ye Huanyan's eyes fell suspiciously on the lollipop in Fu Yingxiang's hand. Fu Yingxiang regained consciousness and hurriedly pinned the lollipop behind her. "Coincidence, I don't know what's going on..."
Ling smiled, "it's really a coincidence."
"Come into the house quickly. Let's talk about it."
Ye Huanyan hurried forward to help with the luggage.
Fu Yingxiang was holding a lollipop in one hand, neither throwing it nor keeping it. She was so embarrassed that she had to let Ling and ye Huanyan help her carry her luggage into the room.
The old house is a big house. Everyone lives in the backyard. Ye Huanyan obviously didn't know Ling was coming back. As soon as he entered the backyard, he shouted, "Ling Han, Ling Han, look who's coming."
A stuffy hum came from the room, accompanied by Wen Yi's unhappy reproof, "I told you to stop moving. It's you who suffer."
Ye Huanyan stepped into the room with one foot, and the warm heat came to his face. Ling Han was lying on the imperial concubine's chair in the side hall, with a trouser leg rolled high and tied with dense needles.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"I've learned some new acupuncture. Give him a try."
"New?" Ye Huanyan pulled the corners of her mouth, forgot her purpose for a moment, and hurried forward,
"How dare you take a living person as an experiment, new student?"
Wen Yi glanced at her with a casual look on her face. "Originally, it was very good. How did you come in? He moved and just stabbed the wrong acupoint. It is estimated that he can't move these two days."
"Mom..."
"Yan Yan," Ling Han's voice interrupted ye Huanyan's dissatisfaction, "what did you just say to me?"
Hearing this, ye Huanyan remembered the two people standing outside the door, hurriedly lifted the curtain, waved and shouted, "come in quickly."
Fu Yingxiang came in first. Wen Yi was extremely happy to see Fu Yingxiang, and hurriedly got up to greet her,
"Xiao Ying, I'm glad you're here, but I'm looking forward to your coming. Stay with me for two more days. None of these kids is willing to accompany me, an old woman."
Ling followed closely.
When Ling Han saw Ling, he looked stagnant and frowned.
I can't tell whether I'm happy or unhappy.
Ling Yang raised her eyebrows and looked at Ling Han, who was lying on the imperial concubine's chair and couldn't move,
"Cousin doesn't seem to welcome me."
Ling Han's eyebrows frowned deeper. I don't know if there is really something wrong with the acupoint Wen Yi stabbed him here. For a long time, half of his body became numb, and he couldn't move at this moment. He couldn't help being enthusiastic if he wanted to get up.
"Don't blame him." Wen Yi interjected, "he was too weak to get up."
Wen Yi rarely helps Ling Han speak.
Ye Huanyan glanced at her in surprise.
"This is?"
"My mother."
"Good aunt."
"Well, are you Ling Han's cousin? Is it Mr. Ling Dongyu's son?"
Wen Yi took Fu Yingxiang and sat down in front of the tea table. She turned her head and greeted Ling, just like a hostess. It seemed that she had forgotten that Ling was more of a master in this place.
"Before, your father didn't have the opportunity to express his gratitude in person for helping us abroad. Gu's group can wash away the grievances. I really thank your father."
Even the words of thanks are so modest and forthright.
Ye Huanyan helped her forehead and felt that there might be no more arrogant woman in the world than her own mother.
Ling didn't change his face and said faintly, "my father just raised his hand. My aunt doesn't have to take it too seriously. Now, if there's anything else you need to help, just say it. It's convenient for me to tell my father directly."
"Really?"
"Of course, my father asked me to come back to China to see if there was anything I could help. After all, sister Yan had a good relationship with our family when she was at Ling's house. She didn't meet many times every year, but everyone's temper was very compatible, especially my mother and sister Yan, who got along very well."
"I heard Yan Yan say that your mother is Chris..."
Seeing Ling and Wen Yi chatting hotly, Fu Yingxiang accompanied them again, saying some coincidences of their encounter at the airport. The three people had a great time talking. Ye Huanyan didn't want to interrupt again, and simply walked to Ling Han. "Ling is a boy. He hasn't seen him for years, but he is more and more likable."
Ling Han lay on the imperial concubine's chair, his vision was limited, and he couldn't see the happy appearance of the three people over there, but from the chat content, he smelled a trace of danger.
"Yan Yan, help me pull out the needle and thread on my leg."
"Can I pull this out?"
"Yes."
Ling Han nodded.
Ye Huanyan looked back at Wenyi, "Mom, can these needles be pulled out?"
"Yes." Wen Yi answered perfunctorily, but she didn't even lift her head.
Ye Huanyan reached out to pull out the needle. Before touching the needle, he heard Wen Yi say again, "unless you want his other leg to be paralyzed."
Her hand shook with fear, and she almost touched the needle.
"Don't pull it out," ye Huanyan carefully withdrew his hand and comforted, "my mother used to learn traditional Chinese medicine. Although she may use you as a test object, I can't make trouble when a dead horse is a live horse doctor."
Ling Han frowned, and the remaining light from the corner of his eyes swept Ling's back, vaguely feeling uneasy.
This boy had some other ideas about ye Huanyan since he was a child. At that time, he was a kitten, but he didn't care. Now he came back when Ling Dongyu helped Gu's group. He didn't know whether he was going to invite merit or take advantage of it.
In the evening, ye Huanyan just sent Ling Han back to the room. After two words, Wen Yi knocked on the door outside, "Yan Yan, Xiao Ying is sleeping in your room. Go and talk with her earlier."
Since returning to the old house, ye Huanyan and Ling Han have been sleeping in separate rooms. Wen Yi has made a lot of folk prescriptions that he doesn't know whether it's true or not that can help Ling Han heal his legs. One of them is to ask their husband and wife to sleep in separate rooms.
Fu Yingxiang got out of the car. The teenager was carrying luggage in the trunk. It seemed that he didn't notice her."Fourth sister."There was a cry of surprise in the night, and I saw a black shadow jumping from the distance, jumping and laughing, "fourth sister, it's snowing, it's snowing, see..."Fu Yingxiang sniffed and looked back at ye Huanyan.Many people like snow. A heavy snow seems to make the whole world clean.Ye Huanyan kept a posture of catching snow with both hands and looked at her. She was laughing. The smile suddenly turned into a very surprised, stunned and fell behind her."Sister Yan, long time no see."Fu Yingxiang listened to the clear voice more than once along the way, and it was undoubtedly the boy.Sister Yan?They know each other?Ye Huanyan stared at the teenager behind Fu Yingxiang with wide eyes. It took a long time to recognize, "Ling?"To say how long I haven't seen Heling, it's probably nearly seven years.He came back once when the old lady died of illness, which was also the last time we met.Ling has changed a lot. He is taller and stronger. He is a man, not a boy.Ye Huanyan was overjoyed and introduced to Fu Yingxiang, "this is Ling, the eldest son of Ling Han's second uncle. How did you get here in a car?"When talking, ye Huanyan's eyes fell suspiciously on the lollipop in Fu Yingxiang's hand. Fu Yingxiang regained consciousness and hurriedly pinned the lollipop behind her. "Coincidence, I don't know what's going on..."Ling smiled, "it's really a coincidence.""Come into the house quickly. Let's talk about it."Ye Huanyan hurried forward to help with the luggage.Fu Yingxiang was holding a lollipop in one hand, neither throwing it nor keeping it. She was so embarrassed that she had to let Ling and ye Huanyan help her carry her luggage into the room.The old house is a big house. Everyone lives in the backyard. Ye Huanyan obviously didn't know Ling was coming back. As soon as he entered the backyard, he shouted, "Ling Han, Ling Han, look who's coming."A stuffy hum came from the room, accompanied by Wen Yi's unhappy reproof, "I told you to stop moving. It's you who suffer."Ye Huanyan stepped into the room with one foot, and the warm heat came to his face. Ling Han was lying on the imperial concubine's chair in the side hall, with a trouser leg rolled high and tied with dense needles."Mom, what are you doing?""I've learned some new acupuncture. Give him a try.""New?" Ye Huanyan pulled the corners of her mouth, forgot her purpose for a moment, and hurried forward,"How dare you take a living person as an experiment, new student?"Wen Yi glanced at her with a casual look on her face. "Originally, it was very good. How did you come in? He moved and just stabbed the wrong acupoint. It is estimated that he can't move these two days.""Mom...""Yan Yan," Ling Han's voice interrupted ye Huanyan's dissatisfaction, "what did you just say to me?"Hearing this, ye Huanyan remembered the two people standing outside the door, hurriedly lifted the curtain, waved and shouted, "come in quickly."Fu Yingxiang came in first. Wen Yi was extremely happy to see Fu Yingxiang, and hurriedly got up to greet her,"Xiao Ying, I'm glad you're here, but I'm looking forward to your coming. Stay with me for two more days. None of these kids is willing to accompany me, an old woman."Ling followed closely.When Ling Han saw Ling, he looked stagnant and frowned.I can't tell whether I'm happy or unhappy.Ling Yang raised her eyebrows and looked at Ling Han, who was lying on the imperial concubine's chair and couldn't move,"Cousin doesn't seem to welcome me."Ling Han's eyebrows frowned deeper. I don't know if there is really something wrong with the acupoint Wen Yi stabbed him here. For a long time, half of his body became numb, and he couldn't move at this moment. He couldn't help being enthusiastic if he wanted to get up."Don't blame him." Wen Yi interjected, "he was too weak to get up."Wen Yi rarely helps Ling Han speak.Ye Huanyan glanced at her in surprise."This is?""My mother.""Good aunt.""Well, are you Ling Han's cousin? Is it Mr. Ling Dongyu's son?"Wen Yi took Fu Yingxiang and sat down in front of the tea table. She turned her head and greeted Ling, just like a hostess. It seemed that she had forgotten that Ling was more of a master in this place."Before, your father didn't have the opportunity to express his gratitude in person for helping us abroad. Gu's group can wash away the grievances. I really thank your father."Even the words of thanks are so modest and forthright.Ye Huanyan helped her forehead and felt that there might be no more arrogant woman in the world than her own mother.Ling didn't change his face and said faintly, "my father just raised his hand. My aunt doesn't have to take it too seriously. Now, if there's anything else you need to help, just say it. It's convenient for me to tell my father directly.""Really?""Of course, my father asked me to come back to China to see if there was anything I could help. After all, sister Yan had a good relationship with our family when she was at Ling's house. She didn't meet many times every year, but everyone's temper was very compatible, especially my mother and sister Yan, who got along very well.""I heard Yan Yan say that your mother is Chris..."Seeing Ling and Wen Yi chatting hotly, Fu Yingxiang accompanied them again, saying some coincidences of their encounter at the airport. The three people had a great time talking. Ye Huanyan didn't want to interrupt again, and simply walked to Ling Han. "Ling is a boy. He hasn't seen him for years, but he is more and more likable."Ling Han lay on the imperial concubine's chair, his vision was limited, and he couldn't see the happy appearance of the three people over there, but from the chat content, he smelled a trace of danger."Yan Yan, help me pull out the needle and thread on my leg.""Can I pull this out?""Yes."Ling Han nodded.Ye Huanyan looked back at Wenyi, "Mom, can these needles be pulled out?""Yes." Wen Yi answered perfunctorily, but she didn't even lift her head.Ye Huanyan reached out to pull out the needle. Before touching the needle, he heard Wen Yi say again, "unless you want his other leg to be paralyzed."Her hand shook with fear, and she almost touched the needle."Don't pull it out," ye Huanyan carefully withdrew his hand and comforted, "my mother used to learn traditional Chinese medicine. Although she may use you as a test object, I can't make trouble when a dead horse is a live horse doctor."Ling Han frowned, and the remaining light from the corner of his eyes swept Ling's back, vaguely feeling uneasy.This boy had some other ideas about ye Huanyan since he was a child. At that time, he was a kitten, but he didn't care. Now he came back when Ling Dongyu helped Gu's group. He didn't know whether he was going to invite merit or take advantage of it.In the evening, ye Huanyan just sent Ling Han back to the room. After two words, Wen Yi knocked on the door outside, "Yan Yan, Xiao Ying is sleeping in your room. Go and talk with her earlier."Since returning to the old house, ye Huanyan and Ling Han have been sleeping in separate rooms. Wen Yi has made a lot of folk prescriptions that he doesn't know whether it's true or not that can help Ling Han heal his legs. One of them is to ask their husband and wife to sleep in separate rooms.
