Over the years, they have invited many "miracle doctors" to treat Song Yu, but in the end they couldn't even detect the symptoms and were just there to defraud money.
Mrs. Song was a little worried: "Will I be deceived?"
Mrs. Song sighed: "Let's just believe it for now. I have been here for so many years and I am not disappointed at all."
*
Leaving the warmth of the flower hall, the chill outside suddenly invaded.
Song Zhenzhen walked next to An Shuyao, with some curiosity in her eyes: "Sister Shuyao, what is life in the countryside like?"
An Shuyao thought for a while and said slowly: "It's very leisurely, relaxed and comfortable. There is no busyness in the big city, and the pace of life there is very slow. The village where I live is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. When spring comes next year,
The mountains over us are pretty."
Song Zhenzhen's eyes brightened: "The weather is getting warmer, can I go fishing in the river?"
An Shuyao smiled: "Of course it's possible. If Miss Song has time, she can go to my place to play for some time. The villagers are all friendly and honest."
Song Zhenzhen clasped her hands behind her back and smiled cutely: "I remember there was a snowstorm in Anzhou five years ago. There were besieged people everywhere. I was lucky enough to go and give porridge to them. They were all dirty.
Still very pitiful.”
As she said that, she raised her eyebrows: "Sister Shuyao, are all the people in the countryside so pitiful?"
An Shuyao glanced at her. Song Zhenzhen's eyes were clear, and she was really curious. After all, she had lived in wealth since she was born, and the people she came into contact with in Tianyuan City were all either rich or noble.
Just like Shengjing, there is also filth and darkness underneath the glamorous appearance.
An Shuyao nodded: "It's not that they are very dirty. They are just busy working every day. Naturally, they can't wash their clothes clean, so they can only wear them casually. Where can any rich family in the village come from?
It's enough to make a living."
Song Zhenzhen nodded as if she understood: "How about I go to your place to play when I have time? I haven't been to a real countryside yet."
“You’re always welcome.”
After a few people walked around the mansion, An Shuyao realized that there were only three families living in such a large mansion.
The Song family's big room, second room and fourth room. As for the third room, Song Zibai didn't mention it, so it should be the secret of their family.
In the evening, An Shuyao and his wife had dinner with the eldest son of the Song family. The dishes here were as exquisite as those in the restaurant. An Jingzhou, who had always been carefree, had excellent table manners in front of strangers and looked like a rich man.
Children are average.
In the evening, Song Zhenzhen was afraid that An Shuyao would be bored, so she gave her some books of words she liked to read. After spending an afternoon together, Song Zhenzhen actually liked An Shuyao very much.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the house, and there were servants and maids waiting in the guest room. The maid at the door was called Chunhua, and she brought hot water for An Shuyao's bath.
She tested the water temperature: "Miss An, can you see if the water temperature is okay?"
An Shuyao went to try it and found that the water temperature was just right. She thanked her and Chunhua retreated. An Shuyao took off her clothes and started taking a bath.
Then she looked at the light red finger marks left by Lu Jin on her white and tender skin. Her skin was delicate and there were some bruises in some places, and she sighed secretly.
Fortunately, she is out now, otherwise she would not have to live for the next few days.
She was still thinking about Lu Jin a little bit at first, but she immediately stopped thinking about it when night came.
After wiping her wet hair, she sat down at the table and chair, took out the small storybook Song Zhenzhen gave her and read it with gusto.
The contents of ancient storybooks are all kinds of strange. Most of them are love stories that little girls like to read, such as stories about a rich family's daughter falling in love with a poor scholar at first sight, and finally the lovers get married.
After her hair was almost dry, An Shuyao closed her storybook and put it on the table and went to bed.
This was the first night she had spent in Tianyuan City. She was a bit unfamiliar with the bed. She was used to being held in Lu Jin's arms and sleeping for a while, but she still couldn't get used to it.
So she got up before dawn and stretched her muscles. When An Jingzhou came out yawning, he was stunned for a moment when he saw An Shuyao: "Little sister, why did you get up so early?"
An Shuyao wiped the thin sweat from his forehead and panted slightly: "I can't fall asleep, so I got up and moved around."
An Jingzhou looked at the still-dark sky: "Hey, when can I go out and be cool? Otherwise, what's the point of me coming here!"
An Shuyao rolled her eyes at him, why did this man only care about playing?
She said: "Let's go to Zhuangzi today to check on the illness of Second Young Master Song. If it can be cured, we will take him to the Song Mansion for recuperation, otherwise it will be troublesome running around."
An Jingzhou thought it was reasonable. He could only go out to play when An Shuyao was in the Song family. Otherwise, he would definitely have to protect his sister when she went to Zhuangzi. Otherwise, Song's mother would know that he had neglected his duties and she might say something to him.
After breakfast, everyone set off.
Because of the cold weather, Mrs. Song did not go even though she was worried about her grandson.
Accompanying him were Song Zibai, Mrs. Song and Song Zhenzhen.
She especially likes to pester An Shuyao to tell her about life in the countryside. Before coming here, An Shuyao lived in the mountains with her grandfather in modern times.
So she talked about life in a wonderful way, and even Mrs. Song was curious.
An Shuyao told them a lot of interesting things about the animal world, and Song Zhenzhen was amazed.
“Are there really fish bigger than humans?”
"Is there really an egg bigger than a human head?"
"What is the name of the diamond-headed animal?"
Song Zhenzhen had a hundred thousand reasons, which made An Shuyao tired of answering. Mrs. Song smiled so hard that the corners of her mouth never closed.
I feel more and more that An Shuyao is a treasure and knows so many things.
We staggered all the way to the Song family's villa, where there were about a dozen servants, all of whom were left to serve Song Yu.
Mrs. Song led people straight to Song Yu's room. There was a young boy about thirteen or fourteen years old. His skin was so white that you could see the blood vessels. His whole body was wrapped very thickly. Moreover, his room was like a stove.
As soon as Shuyao came in, it was so hot that the tip of her nose started to sweat.
An Jingzhou took a step forward before retreating. Song Zhenzhen also stopped and stared at An Jingzhou outside.
Song Yu was sitting on a chair. His legs were covered with a thick blanket and he was wearing a cloak. There was a chess game and a book beside him.
The black and white stones on the chessboard are intertwined, and he played them alone.
Seeing the person coming, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Brother, mother, why are you here?"
Mrs. Song stepped forward and touched his forehead: "Yu'er, how are you feeling recently?"
Song Yu put down the book and said seriously: "It's much better, mother, don't worry."
"How could mother not be worried?" Mrs. Song couldn't help but wipe the corner of her eyes: "If I want your child to go back to live in the house, you have to live in the village. The sky is high and the road is far away. It's difficult for mother to come and see you."
Song Yu smiled: "I think it's secluded here, I like it very much."
Mrs. Song looked at An Shuyao: "Mom has found a doctor for you again. Let's take a look."
Song Yu and An Shuyao looked at each other. An Shuyao looked at Song Zibai and asked, "What symptoms does he have?"