However, Xibao threw away Wen Zhongjun's hand and said with a cold face: "I only know that life is more important than face. My master is the only relative around me. I want him to live well and stay with me for a long time."

!”

After Xibao finished speaking, he got in the car and left.

Wen Zhongjun was stunned on the spot.

The only one - relative?

Relatives?

Yes, blood relationship is not the only criterion for defining relatives. Cultivating kindness is more important than generating kindness.

But why is it the only one?

Doesn't he, as a senior brother, count as a relative?

"Smelly girl! She really knows how to make people feel chilled."

Song Youzhen was really afraid of Xibao.

When I was young, I didn't feel that as my children got older, they would have a bit of a girly look about them.

Not only did he have to take care of his diet and daily life, but he also had to worry about him being alone for too long. Everyone around him who knew both the cold and the hot was taking care of him, and he was always asking people he knew about unmarried women in an attempt to introduce him to him.

Now he even has to control his drinking and medication.

As soon as Xibao showed up at Tian Wuji's birthday banquet, Song Youzhen had already left before he had even finished wishing Tian Wuji his birthday.

"Master, the door is over here. The cars are waiting outside the door. Where are you going?" Xibao asked on tiptoe.

As a result, Song Youzhen pretended not to hear and continued to walk forward with a bent waist.

The class leader present also helped him stop Xibao and teased him that he didn't come.

Xibao was so angry that he walked straight over, pulled Song Youzhen and left.

"You are already so old, and you are still not doing well. The doctor said that you have just passed the critical period now. If you want to really get better, you have to continue to be hospitalized for observation for two weeks. And you especially can't drink alcohol. Now you are still secretly

Run out! You really don’t want your life, why don’t you come back to the hospital with me quickly?”

Song Youzhen tried to explain several times but couldn't get a word in, and was laughed at by other class leaders. She simply threw Xibao's hand away, sat on a chair and said: "I didn't say I won't go back, but can you

Just let me stay at home for one night?

I was in the hospital all day long, and I couldn't understand what the foreigners said, and there was no one around me to chat with. I wanted to listen to a play, and some people thought I was noisy!

Today is Wuji’s birthday. He and I have been friends for decades, so I can’t come to celebrate his birthday?”

Xibao only thought about Song Youzhen's health. She couldn't bear the separation of life and death again, but she never thought of taking Song Youzhen's emotions into consideration.

At this time, other team leaders also persuaded her: "Yes, Xibao, where are the foreigners' hospitals where people should stay?

Everything is white, and even the clothes worn by people are pure white. In our place, people only wear this kind of clothing after someone has died in the family. Living people lying in it will be scared to death when they sleep at night.

Besides, your master said that there is an unpleasant smell of medicine everywhere in the hospital, which is worse than traditional Chinese medicine. Your master has been there for so many days, so you should let him stay at home for one night to get some fresh air.

"

"That's right, I won't stay too long, just stay one night. Tomorrow morning I will ask Wen Zhongjun to accompany you to take your master to the hospital."

Xiao Yonghua also acted as peacemaker, so Xibao had no choice but to agree.

She also felt sorry for her master, so she squatted down, coaxed Song Youzhen and said, "Then you have to promise me not to drink, let alone smoke."

Song Youzhen kept her word. The next morning without Xibao's urging, she prepared her things and went to the hospital with Xibao.

After coming out of the lime kiln, it was still a long way to get to a rickshaw, so the master and the apprentice started chatting.

Seeing Song Youzhen's haggard expression, Xibao subconsciously asked, "I've been sleeping on a single bed for several days. It must be uncomfortable to be squeezed in with several team leaders now."

Song Youzhen stretched her waist and yawned: "Don't mention it, foreign hospitals are good for this, but the place is more spacious."

Xibao smiled sweetly and said: "The doctor at the hospital told me that your illness is caused by poor accommodation environment and poor eating habits. Even if you are discharged from the hospital in the future, you must take good care of yourself. I will call you Wen Zhongjun these two days

Let’s go and see the house. Now that our conditions are better, we can change to a larger house. At least we need to ask several team leaders to have their own houses."

Does Song Youzhen not want her children to live in a better place?

The children are getting older, and it is inconvenient to sleep with so many people in one room.

And Xibao is a girl after all. There is not even an extra hut in the lime kiln house, and the washing conditions are also very poor. Now that she is so popular, and there are so many theater fans who come to visit her every day, it would be nice for her to change to a better house.

The security also helps.

But after all, this is not their own business.

"Wait a minute, President Ye sent a letter a few days ago, saying that Lian Zike has accepted another group of students, and it is time to use the money. Xijun has been popular these days, and he has not mentioned changing himself to a big house.

What happened? I took out all the money I earned and sent it back. It’s not easy for us to start this."

"But your body——"

"Master knows his body well. I don't want you to be rich or powerful, I just want you to get ahead and achieve your wishes. If there's just a little more -"

Song Youzhen said and suddenly stopped.

At this time, the two people had already walked onto the main road, which was the boundary between the public concession and the Chinese area. There were two teams of policemen patrolling the road, one was a foreign policeman and the other was a Chinese policeman.

When a foreign policeman walks past, his posture is always upright, but the Chinese policeman is just the opposite.

Song Youzhen's eyes couldn't help but moisten a little, and he continued: "If you can have more, I hope that it will not only be you, but also our country that can stand out. I hope that all Chinese people will no longer have to grovel and nod when they see foreigners in the future.

"

As Song Youzhen said this, she even thought it was a joke. She subconsciously smiled shyly at Xibao and said, "Do you think Master is a bit of an idiot?"

Xibao shook his head and looked at the foreign patrolmen who were walking away, saying: "Yes, it will definitely come true. Because we have an old saying in China, where you fall, you get up!"

The foreign hospital where Song Youzhen lived was located in a bustling street in the public concession, and was called Jiats Hospital.

Xibao and Song Youzhen took a rickshaw together to walk to the hospital. They had to cross a large square, where people passed by every day, shopping, dating, and discussing business.

Therefore, it is also a large transportation hub, with rickshaws, thermal vehicles, and even horse-drawn carriages from various car dealerships gathered here.

Xibao and the others had just reached the intersection and were about to enter the square, but they were blocked by a train because the driver was arguing with a taxi driver on the roadside, and the passenger was a foreigner.

Xibao sat in the car and listened to the general idea. It was probably because the guest refused to pay for the ride, so the driver grabbed him and refused to let him go. The guest refused, so the driver's colleagues came over and forced the foreigner to give him money.

.

The foreigners couldn't understand their language and looked a little panicked. A passerby happened to be passing by and seemed to know some foreign language, so he took the initiative to translate for that person.

Xibao was worried that if the congestion continued like this, it would attract people from the patrol room and delay Song Youzhen's treatment, so he discussed with the coachman to let him take a detour.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the foreigner snatched an ax from the meat vendor nearby and injured the translator...

This incident was adapted from the real historical event of the Yaziv incident. It was a major event that led to the Chinese people's anti-imperialism. Those who are interested can learn more about it. However, we must be clear that the international situation is changing rapidly. When talking about emotions in international relations,

That's too naive. There is no eternal friendship between big countries, and there should be no eternal hatred. History is for reference, but it should not be regarded as a shackle that hinders national development and the establishment of good international relations.

Hmm, actually I was wondering whether I should update at 8,000 or 10,000 per day. Forget it, it depends on my physical condition.
Chapter completed!