The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man
Chapter 1081 - Chapter 1081 1081 owes a pair of legs1

Chapter 1081: 1081 owes a pair of legs1 Chapter 1081: 1081 owes a pair of legs1 Xiao Yuchuan’s eyes flickered with apology, “Wife, let’s not go to town just yet, we’ll wait until Fourth Brother’s wind-cold is better, okay?”

She nodded slightly, “It’s not urgent anyway, we’ll talk about it after he gets better.”

Xiao Yuchuan went to the pharmacy to get the herbs for decocting medicine, set the medicine to boil on the stove, and brought breakfast to Xiao Qinghe’s room, “Fourth Brother, do you want me to feed you, or…?”

“I’ll do it myself.” He struggled to sit up.

Xiao Yuchuan helped him, and his expression turned bitter, “I’m already a useless person, and now I’ve even caught a wind-cold, inconveniencing third brother.”

“Brothers don’t speak of two houses,” Xiao Yuchuan handed him a big bowl of porridge, “The porridge has been kept warm on the fire for you.

I’ll bring the medicine over once it’s ready.”

“Third brother…” Seeing his concern, a thread of guilt flashed in Xiao Qinghe’s heart.

But what could he do?

Ever since the family had the well drilled, his heart had been heavy.

Other people in the village envied that his family could afford to drill a well, but he couldn’t find any joy in it.

Being a “paralyzed guy,” it was difficult for him to fetch water from the village well; the wheelchair did not navigate easily on the uneven village road.

Third brother and Qingyue would always be at home.

They would also take care of his water needs.

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Nowadays, with the well finished in the backyard, there’s no need to carry water from the village well.

They could go to town with peace of mind then, right?

He didn’t want to be alone in this house, didn’t want to be without Qingyue, didn’t want them to leave.

Xiao Yuchuan saw the fleeting guilt in his fourth brother’s eyes and understood his guess was correct, Fourth Brother really did spend the entire cold night lying on the ground, “Do you have something to say, Fourth Brother?”

He just said, “You have worked hard, third brother.”

Xiao Yuchuan said nothing more and just sat with him in the room, “Drink slowly.”

“Hmm.” His response was faint, yet his voice carried a slight choke.

After he finished the porridge, Xiao Yuchuan took the bowl, “Your health isn’t good, do you want to sleep for a bit?”

He shook his head, “I can’t sleep.”

“Shall I get you a medical book to read?”

Xiao Qinghe pointed to the cabinet, “In the middle layer of the cabinet, bring me the notebook I’ve written.” The notes he took when Qingyue taught him medicine, he’d read countless times.

Every time he reviewed them, he remembered the way she taught, the moments they’d shared.

Xiao Yuchuan went to the cabinet, opened the wardrobe where clothes were neatly folded layer upon layer, with a deliberately empty middle layer reserved for brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, along with several medical books.

He picked up the notebook personally documented by his fourth brother, written on cut pieces of rice paper and bound with needle and thread on the left side into a book.

He remembered this notebook; Fourth Brother must have read it over and over again.

Even for review, there was no need to do it so repeatedly.

Closing the cabinet door, he handed the notebook to Xiao Qinghe.

Yuchuan watched Qinghe immersed and serious as he reviewed the notes, yet sometimes drifting away…

His facial expression grew grave.

It was clear that Fourth Brother was reminiscing about something through the notes, and without doubt, he was thinking of Qingyue.

He remembered Tao Meijiao saying that on the day he and Qingyue had completed their marriage ceremony, Fourth Brother was also intently looking at the notebook.

Being deeply enamored was so obvious that even Tao Meijiao could see that what Fourth Brother was looking at was not just any notebook, it was nearly Su Qingyue herself.

Xiao Yuchuan abruptly stood, his face darkening as he left the room.

Xiao Qinghe looked up, seeing his third brother’s retreating figure, the clenched fist clearly indicating that third brother was on the verge of exploding with anger.