Chapter 871: Yan Xia (30)

Pink Rose Love: Yan Xia (Waru Alan)

（30）

It turns out that grief really has the power to ruin miè.

When I saw the chicken pecking at the little pigeon.

Hugging it on his chest, blood immediately soaked the pure cotton dress.

When I made the call, there was a trace of trance, I didn't faint blood?

When I heard my husband's voice, I immediately burst into tears...... The little pigeon was eaten by the chicken, a lot of blood, blood......

My husband said, "Don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."

Putting down the phone, I held the bloody little pigeon and continued to cry and cry...... The little pigeon opens its eyes and makes a clear call...... There was not a trace of pain in its voice, but it was very painful in my back and arms, as if it was bleeding......

I put the little pigeon on my pajamas and found Yunnan Baiyao to sprinkle on the wound. It squirmed gently, blood slowly converging.

The son is back. Because the school classrooms are used for the high school entrance examination, they are released early, and there is a holiday during the exam. But all the national examinations are like this.

He glanced at the little pigeon and said indifferently: "It's hopeless, don't bother!"

My husband is back. It's strange how the son can be faster than him, is it the mother-son connection......

"It's so pitiful~~~" My tears immediately came out again.

"It's okay, the skin is traumatic, I can still move my wings," my husband said, "the bleeding has stopped, it will be fine!"

I noticed that not only did my whole back and arms hurt, but my neck and head hurt, and my butt hurt even more.

My husband can always complete my instructions satisfactorily, and the white pigeon family is ready to live in a cardboard box in the sun room. I think the food in the pigeon's bag should last all night, and then send it to the parents when the wound has scabbed overnight.

But after dinner, my husband sent it back, and the pair of white pigeons, which had just been put in a cardboard box, scurried around in horror and stepped on the baby. I cried out, "It hurts, take it out."

My husband looked at me strangely: Of course they know the severity of their biological children, what are you anxious about?

I put the water in, it was milk powder + calcium tablets + vitamin B2, and the white pigeon's father and mother immediately buried their heads in the water and drank it all. The mother pigeon starts feeding the baby...... It's so stupid, and if you want the baby to stretch your neck and stand up, the little body covered in scales trembles pitifully.

Luckily, it's me who is hurting. Just listen to the sound. The voice was delicate, without a hint of moaning. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I accepted as I picked it up from the ground and held it to my heart.

This reminds me of when I was a child, when I saw Yanmei raise her head in the pile of rubble under the collapsed stone wall and say to me: It's okay, it's just stuck, it doesn't hurt at all!

Blood was running down her neck.

The back of my head was aching and my neck was hot and sweaty.

It was I who prayed to transfer the pain to me, so that the second sister could not be frightened to death by the pain and persevere until someone came to save her.

...... For sixteen years, I didn't feel pain, so I always prayed to transfer the pain of my loved ones to me, and during this time, my mother fell four or five times, is it because she doesn't have a long memory? I found that she was still jumping down the steps last year, and she didn't want to walk step by step, and I didn't dare to take such risks.

Thinking of the blood beads that kept coming out under the cover of Yunnan Baiyao, my tears kept pouring out, and my husband said, "I like to see you cry the most, it's so beautiful......"