After the three of them played around upstairs for a while, the director's men came back with a wheelchair in addition to Chinese medicine.
"You two wait for me. I'm going to boil medicine for Reba.”
After saying that, Fang Lin carried the medicine and walked out. He did not notice that Dilareba's face was as bitter as a bitter gourd when he heard about Chinese medicine.
Of course, even if Fang Lin saw it, he would still make her drink it.
"Mi Jie, why don't you push me and let's escape? I don't want to take medicine!”
Dilireba did not dare to tell Fang Lin and could only plead with Yang Mi.
"You're already like this. Just take your medicine properly. Do you still want to walk?”
Yang Mi was like coaxing a child. She gently tapped Dilireba's forehead, making Dilireba wrinkle his nose. It was very cute.
Very soon, Fang Lin came in with a bowl of Chinese medicine. The medicine was black and had a pungent smell. After all, there were so many medicinal herbs concentrated in a bowl. How could the taste be good?
Dilireba smelled the Chinese medicine from afar, and his expression changed drastically.
"Fang Lin, my dear, Hubby, I have something to tell you seriously. It's very important and I have to tell you now.”
Dilareba said sternly to Fang Lin, who had just entered the room.
It had to be said that this Dilareba was really charming. She had the style of an exotic beauty, making her look a little more cold and less cute.
"What is it?"
Fang Lin looked at Dilareba in confusion, wondering what was going on. Why was he so serious?
He thought that something serious had really happened.
"Can I not take medicine?"
Dilareba's cultivation was broken in a second. She looked at Fang Lin with an aggrieved expression and was just short of tears.?
Fang Lin looked at Dilareba helplessly.
"No, hurry up and give me the medicine. Be good. After you take the medicine, I'll make you a windmill. I'll push you outside to play."
Fang Lin tried to seduce Dilareba as if he was coaxing a child.
"Eh? Windmill?"
Dilireba's eyes lit up. Fang Lin knew that there was a chance.
"That's right, it's a windmill. I just saw a few pieces of paper that are very suitable for making a windmill downstairs. There are several colors.”
Dilareba tapped his chin with his finger and pondered for a while.
Fang Lin knew that Dilireba was already tempted. Now, he needed to deliver the final blow.?
"Besides, all you have to do is pinch your nose and drink it in one gulp.”
After saying that, Fang Lin took out another bowl from behind him. There was milk in the bowl. However, the milk was red in color and emitted a strong milky fragrance. There was also the sweetness of strawberries.
"Wow, strawberry milk!"
This strawberry milk was specially harvested by Fang Lin when he was brewing the medicine.
"Be good, take your medicine. After you finish eating, the strawberry milk is yours, and the windmill is also yours!”
Fang Lin brought the medicine to Dilareba and hugged her with one hand. He slowly brought the bowl closer to Dilareba's mouth.
In the end, Dilareba still drank it, but it was divided into several portions. Each time, he had to drink a mouthful of medicine and a mouthful of strawberry milk.
"Good boy!"
Fang Lin kissed Dilareba and patted her little head.
"Haha, Reba, Fang Lin is just like your father now. Why don't you call him daddy and then call me mommy?”
Yang Mi watched everything from the side and finally couldn't help but want to tease Reba!
How could Dilireba be Yang Mi's opponent? Yang Mi's words made his face blush.
"Alright, alright, let's go make a windmill. There's a grassland behind the mushroom house. It's where the villagers put their cattle and sheep.”
Cattle and sheep were not only found in the grasslands, but also in some rural areas. However, the grasslands were very large, and animals such as ducks often grazed there.
He carried Dilareba downstairs and saw a brand new wheelchair sitting quietly in the courtyard.
Fang Lin carried Dilareba to the wheelchair and carefully put him down.?
"Yo Reba, how's the injury on your foot? Does it still hurt?"
At this moment, He Jiong walked out and asked Reba with concern.
While the two of them were talking, Fang Lin had already taken out a few pieces of hard paper of different colors, scissors, glue, and other tools from the house. Then, he found two wooden sticks of moderate thickness from the pile of firewood.
"What is Lin Lin doing?"
Huang Lei asked Fang Lin with a smile. Even He Ji looked over curiously.
However, before Fang Lin could say anything, Reba, who was at the side, was eager to show off.
"Fang Lin wants to make a big windmill for me!"
As he spoke, he raised his chin as if he was showing off. He looked like a child showing off his good things to his peers, making the people around him laugh.
At this moment, Fang Lin had already started production.
First, he drew a few lines on the paper according to a ruler. From the straight lines, it could be seen that Fang Lin was very strict with these things. There was almost no mistake.
Then, he used scissors to cut open the marked parts of the paper and glued them together. The windmill was basically half completed.
In fact, it was not difficult to make a windmill. The difficulty lay in how to make it more beautiful. It was obvious that Fang Lin had done a very good job in this aspect.
Whether it was the color combination or the size and shape of the windmill, it was very beautiful. It was more like a beautiful piece of folk art than a child's toy.
After that, Fang Lin took the wooden stick that he had prepared beforehand and used a very small nail to fix the windmill and the wooden stick.
However, before that, Fang Lin used a small piece of thin aluminum sheet to pad the nail. After the nail and the small piece of aluminum sheet were done, Fang Lin bent the corner of the small piece of aluminum sheet with a small pincer with a sharp mouth.
Such an exquisite pinwheel was completed by Fang Lin in no time.
Although everyone in the mushroom house knew that Fang Lin's fighting ability was very strong, they did not expect him to be so strong.
"Sigh, what a beautiful childhood memory!”
Huang Lei and He Jiong looked at the windmill in Fang Lin's hands with a look of regret.
Although the toys were very vivid and varied now, it was rare to have the satisfaction of childhood.
If he could get his hands on such a big windmill when he was young, he would definitely be treasured.
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