Mr. Yang nodded and understood what she meant.

Song Nuan told him that He Ju cried and asked him to go in and comfort him.

He looked relieved and reached out to pat Song Nuan on the shoulder a few times, "Girl Nuan, thank you!"

Song Nuan knew what he was referring to, so she just shook her head.

She looked at Dong'er beside her, "Miss Dong'er, I'll trouble you with changing the medicine every day. There is no need to change the medicine prescription for the time being. When the wound is healed, I will ask you to bring a new medicine prescription."

Dong'er nodded, "Okay. Song Yikui."

Song Nuan always felt awkward when she heard her call her Song Yikui.

"I met before, call me Song Nuan."

Dong'er looked at her in surprise, "How did this make it?"

"It's just a name, nothing can be used to make it. You always call me Song Yikui, I really think it's strange. Just call me Song Nuan directly."

Song Nuan looked calm.

Dong'er nodded, "Okay! Song Nuan, puff... I really think it's strange if you call me one by one with your surname."

"No!" Song Nuan looked at Wen Chongzheng, "A Zheng, let's go."

Wen Chongzheng held her hand and looked at Mr. Yang, "Second uncle, let's go back first."

"Okay! Then I won't give it to you."

"It's okay! They're all family."

"Yes, yes, yes! Family." Mr. Yang was very happy when he heard the three words "family".

Dong'er stood there and watched them leave. Then she looked at Mr. Yang, "Mr. Second Master, I'll go and see how the medicine is boiling?"

"It's time for Miss Dong'er."

"Second Master, please be polite!"

Dong'er turned around and walked towards the kitchen, her hands hidden in her sleeves clenched into fists. She felt so full of hatred that she couldn't exude. The more she pressed, the harder she squeezed her nails into her palms.

Blood dripped onto the sleeves.

And she didn't realize it at all.

When Song Nuan and Wen Chong arrived at Mr. Yang's yard, he had already asked someone to prepare large and small bags of things.

"Maternal grandfather."

"I'm back." Mr. Yang smiled kindly, "You have a lot of things at home and have stayed here for one night. I can't keep you anymore. These things were prepared by me before the New Year. For whom I gave, they all have their names written on them. Please help bring them back."

Song Nuan looked at the big and small bags of things and smiled and said, "Grandfather, you are intent, thank you!"

Mr. Yang waved his hand.

"Then I'm not polite."

"This is how the family should be." The old man nodded happily, looked at Yang An again, teasing him in a good mood, "A'an, I know you want to follow A Zheng and the others back to Gaoshan Village, but you can't leave yet. There are many guests in the family these days, so you have to help entertain. This way, the two of you brothers went to Gaoshan Village to greet you Uncle Wen together."

All Yang An wanted to say was blocked, what else could he say?

I had to nod.

"Then I'll send A Zheng and Xiao Song to see him off."

Upon hearing this, the old man looked at him, "Is he still called Xiao Song? This is so rare."

Yang An smiled, "I'm used to it." He looked at Song Nuan, "Cousin, my cousin calls you Xiao Song, aren't you angry?"

Song Nuan shook her head, "I'm used to it too. I'm still used to calling you A'an, haha!"

"You have to change your words, I'm my brother." Yang An couldn't help but smile, "But don't call him cousin A'an, it's so difficult to speak. Just call him Brother An. It seems to be close, but not difficult to speak."

"But I think A'an is so comfortable."

Song Nuan deliberately teased him.

"no!"

Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang Yuan, Murong Jin, and Yang An, the four of them spoke in unison.

Wen Chongzheng's mouth was filled with a smile, and he reached out to rub her head, "Nannuan, don't be naughty! Just listen to Ah An and call him Brother An. I think it's good."

"What about you? Why is it still A'an?"

Song Nuan pulled his hand down and stopped him from rubbing her head.

"Yes, yes!" Old Master Yang and the four nodded quickly, as if they realized that Wen Chongzheng had not changed his words.

Yang An was very happy, "Hahaha! Ah Zheng, call Brother An quickly."

After saying that, Wen Chongzheng bowed to him and called out with a smile, "Brother An."

"Okay!" Yang An slapped his shoulder hard, "You are much more refreshing than Xiao Song!"

"It's not a good thing to praise or criticize." Song Nuan reminded Yang An, "It's okay to offend me, but I'm afraid I will be uneasy, so I ran to tell Sister Qiao what it means."

When Yang An heard this, he immediately said, "Little cousin, I was wrong, can I do it?"
Chapter completed!