Song Tingfan's third uncle was on a relatively remote street in the town. His house was not as good as Song Tingfan's house and was relatively small.

Song Tingfan's parents also paid for this house, just like the Song An family.

But it is far worse than the Song An family treats Song Tingfan.

There was once in the dream that Song Tingfan's third uncle's family wanted to steal Song Tingfan's house, on the grounds of supporting him.

She didn't know how it was solved later.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiao sighed in her heart, she shit and didn't wipe her butt.

The beginning was up, leaving the mess for her.

Why don't you leave her money?

When Song Tingfan saw her staring at the door, he remained motionless, and his expression was a little bad.

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

"sister in law?"

He shouted twice before Lin Qiao came to her senses and responded, "Yes."

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

"No, I just miss my grandparents."

Kill, Lin Qiao didn't blush at all when she said this, nor did she behave in her heart.

Song Tingfan had curved eyes and was a little happy, "I miss my grandparents too."

"I'll see you soon." Lin Qiao smiled.

Before knocking on the door, Song Tingfan took a look at the basket and confirmed that he could not see the meat anymore. He knocked on the door, "Grand, Grandma."

Not long after, the woman's angry curses rang out, "You are the kid who is asking for trouble! Don't come in, I don't want to die yet, the old woman is not here, I want to look for it next door."

"Don't have something bad!"

Song Tingfan was left in the Song Er family. Although some people said that he had a great life, they thought more that he would defeat others and be unlucky.

The same is true for Lin Qiao.

This statement is indeed hurtful enough to put on a twelve-year-old child who lost his loved ones. Lin Qiao frowned.

This subconscious frown was not even noticed by her.

Song Tingfan's expression did not change much. He was obviously used to it, but his hands tightened when he was holding the backpack.

The so-called next door is separated by brick walls, which is more like a thatched hut than a house.

It should be the place where firewood was stored in the early years.

Before he got close, he heard the old man's unstoppable cough, as if he was about to cough out his lungs. Lin Qiao felt that the situation was not good.

At this time, another angry curse came from the next room, "I'm old, cough cough, why didn't you cough to death? I'm upset when I hear it. Get away and cough."

The cough suddenly became a little less and a little depressed.

Lin Qiao saw that the boy was so angry that her eyes turned red. She quickly reached out to hold him, "Uncle, don't listen, bad people will be punished."

Song Tingfan pursed his lips, lowered his head and whispered: "Sister-in-law, will the bad guy really be punished?"

He obviously did nothing, neither did his parents nor his brother.

Why is he the only one?

Lin Qiao sounded a little sad, and she nodded seriously, "Yes, it's just a matter of time."

Song Tingfan didn't say anything, obviously he didn't believe it.

In fact, Lin Qiao doesn’t believe it either, because there are too many unfair things in the world.

But she must instill good ideas into the villain.

Looking inside from outside the door, I saw the old man lying in the pile of hay, and the old woman patted him on his chest to relieve his cough.

At first glance, the old man's beauty was skinny, with deep eyes, and his entire face was not bloody at all, and even a little dark.

Lin Qiao, an outsider, couldn't stand it anymore. She glanced at Song Tingfan next to her from the corner of her eyes, and his face turned pale.

She subconsciously held her tightly, her fingers tightly, fearing that he would go to the next door to kill someone on the spot.

The villains are simple now, but they have the ruthless spirit of "protecting their children".

Feeling the softness of the palm of his hand, Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, clasped his fingers tightly, alternating black and yellow.

His fingers shrank slightly, but they did not take them back, and his heart seemed to be feeling a little smoother.

Not that uncomfortable anymore.

Song Tingfan's grandfather Song Rong was immediately delighted when he saw them. His skinny face was wrinkled, "Cough cough cough... Niu Niu."

Song Qinshi turned her head and looked over, her wrinkled eyes lit up, and she said in surprise: "Niu Niu."

Song Tingfan hurriedly ran over and shouted intimately: "Grandma, grandma."

Then he looked at Song Rong carefully and said softly: "Grandpa, you are sick."

"Grandpa is not sick, don't worry Niu Niu."

Song Rong raised his hand and touched his head, his eyes stayed on his face, wanting to look at it for a while.

Niu Niu has grown a little taller and stronger.

Song Tingfan held his hand that could not help but tremble, as if only the skeleton was left, and there was no flesh at all. His nose felt sore, "Grandma, if you lied to me, you were sick."

Song Qin's eyes turned red when he saw him from the side. Lin Qiao reached out and patted her gently, and asked softly: "My grandma, have you seen the doctor?"

Song Qinshi looked at her, then lowered her head and nodded, and choked slightly, saying, "Look, it's caused by wind and cold."

"Didn't take medicine?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Lin Qiao probably didn't buy medicine.

She sighed in her heart and looked at Song Tingfan, "Uncle, carry my grandfather to the clinic."

I don't know if the money I have.

If it is not enough, you have to bite the bullet and treat it.

Song Tingfan knew what was going on at home. He glanced at his sister-in-law and felt a little complicated and guilty, but he still carried the grandfather back.

This back made Song Rong lighter than he thought.

His lower lip was biting tightly. Grandpa used to carry him on his back every day and even took him to take a bow and arrow.

Song Rong on his back was a little hypoxia because he got up and his brain was a little relieved. After a while, he quickly spoke, "Cough cough... no, don't cough cough, a minor problem."

Song Qinshi was afraid that Song Rong would fall, so she reached out to support him and advised: "Niu Niu, no need, it will be fine after a while."

"Uncle, carry my grandfather away."

Lin Qiao thought that the two old men of the Song family were still kind-hearted. In this situation, she still thought that she would not drag down Song Tingfan.

It is said that raising a child is preventing old age. When meeting a child with no conscience, it means raising a child to die early.

The group of four went to the clinic. The doctor probably knew Song Rong. After finishing his pulse, he sighed, "Your disease was not serious at the beginning, it was severe. Oh, if you drag it like this, you will die."

"Doctor, can my grandfather be cured?" Song Tingfan's face turned pale, and he was a little anxious and worried.

There is an old man in the village who died of wind and cold, and he doesn't want his grandfather to die.

In no mood.

Don't want to do it at all.

The doctor pondered for a moment, "I can't say that I'll have a dose of medicine a day and drink it for a month to see how it's going."

He paused and said, "Eat a little better, the elderly are no longer as good as young people, and they need more supplements."

Song Rongshu is not only due to the cold wind, but also because he has not eaten enough. He doesn’t eat much at all.

One medicine a day, one medicine a few dozen cents a day, and one tael of silver a month is about one tael of silver.

It is a bit difficult for a normal family, let alone the Song Er family who can't make a fuss.

Song Tingfan tightened his clothes, looked at Lin Qiao and looked at him, as if he was afraid that she would not save her, but he was very sensible and knew that his sister-in-law was also difficult.

To support him, he must also support him to study.

Suddenly the young woman said softly, "Doctor, you prescribe medicine."

His eyes lit up, then he pursed his lips, feeling moved and grateful, "Sister-in-law..."

Lin Qiao smiled and shook her head, signaling him not to say anything, and then took out the money.

Fortunately, Song Tingfan's repair was not repaired, otherwise there would be no way out.

Song Rong didn't want them to pay for it, so he died if he died.

He shook his head and said, "No need, my wife, I'm fine, I'll be fine in a few days."

"Grandpa, call me Tingyi's wife, then I will be responsible for you."
To be continued...