C140 Special Taste

"I'll tell you a story. " Liu Xiaoqing came over and sang along with Qin Wen. It was as if she was playing a role. Soon, she finished telling the colorful book to Little Jiang. Little Jiang listened attentively.

But after listening, she suddenly yawned and said that she was still a little tired. She then went to the sofa near the corner of the wall to rest.

Qin Wen looked at him worriedly: "Little Jiang, this child's mental state is out of the ordinary. He can't be compared to his usual state. Usually, he can be described as lively and lively. What exactly is going on?"

Wang Xiao Lei said. Perhaps the child was tired of playing, so he took off his coat and covered Little Jiang with it.

However, Little Jiang kept tossing and turning, but he couldn't fall asleep. It made people feel a little tired just by looking at him.

This kind of condition could only happen when adults had insomnia. Wang Xiao Lei could not help but feel a little worried, so he quickly took his phone to check. What exactly was the situation with a few years old child? However, even if he investigated, he could not find any results.

Qin Wen simply logged onto the website of seeking medical treatment and consulted a professional doctor. However, the doctor said that she still needed to understand the situation of her classmate's family before she could come to a conclusion. She could not simply tell them what kind of medicine they were taking or what kind of treatment they were taking. Furthermore, this child was still young, so she needed to ask his parents again.

On this website, there was a person who said that it was likely that there were signs of a special illness. Qin Wen could not help but break out in a cold sweat. If he was sick, wouldn't the people of the village committee be quarantined?

She told Wang Xiao Lei the results of the investigation in a low voice.

Wang Xiao Lei tried his best to control his emotions and comforted her incoherently, "Please don't. . . But I'm afraid that since the time of his grandfather. . . Wasn't his grandfather from another country? Right now, I'm also very worried. But you must not be afraid. Good fortune comes with good fortune. You look like a kind and considerate person. A gentle and good girl, how did you encounter that kind of thing?"

Qin Wen looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. " When did you become a Master of Face-to-Face? I feel that when you say this. . . You're not afraid, are you? No matter what, we must face it with determination. "

" What are you guys talking about? " Little did they know that Liu Xiaoqing from the preschool class had already walked behind them. She could vaguely hear their conversation, and she could also hear Little Jiang's medical record. Her face immediately turned pale.

"I don't want to be quarantined. I'm so scared. In the past, there was a transfer student from another school who came over because of special circumstances. The school didn't start, but after taking the train home. . . Something happened to their family, and they were quarantined because of some suspicious cases. The whole family was quarantined, it was so scary. They sent us messages online saying that even eating occasionally is a problem. "

Qin Wen hurriedly bent down and supported Liu Xiaoqing's shoulders with both hands. She looked at her firmly and said, "Child, don't be afraid. Look into Big Sister's eyes. You have to be strong in your heart. No matter what happens, you will be able to survive. You will definitely be fine. "

"What are you muttering about? Are you going to let me sleep? Didn't we agree to let me lie on the sofa for a while? " Little Jiang turned around, his eyes revealing some anger.

Qin Wen carefully observed the child's condition. Although he was somewhat similar to a lecherous disease, sometimes when he got excited, it didn't seem like it. This was an extremely unusual action, and occasionally it wasn't very appropriate. If it wasn't that kind of disease, then it wouldn't be good if they misunderstood.

Wang Xiao Lei: "How about I call Aunt Song and tell her?"

Qin Wen looked at the time on her phone. It had been about an hour since Aunt Song left. She was afraid that she had already gone to town in this hour and asked her to come back to pick up her grandson for a check-up. Aunt Song's personality, on the one hand. . . No matter if he was sick or not, he would not admit it. On the other hand, she would definitely cause a ruckus in the village committee. So after thinking about it, they might as well bring Little Jiang for an examination. But what about Liu Xiaoqing?

Right, Little Jiang's grandfather was still at home, but if he had that kind of illness, the two of them would be isolated from him. Qin Wen couldn't help but feel a headache coming on, and Wang Xiao Lei seemed to have no other choice.

Liu Xiaoqing's eyes suddenly lit up. "Little Jiang, you didn't learn to smoke, did you?"

Her words were loud and clear, and Qin Wen and the others could hear them clearly.

Little Jiang, who was lying on the sofa, jumped up and flipped Wang Xiao Lei's jacket over the floor.

"Liu Xiaoqing, don't speak nonsense! How old am I? Aren't you spreading rumors for me by saying this? "

Liu Xiaoqing refused to give up and said," So what if I'm a few years old? I remember two years ago, when I was just trying to remember something, my cousin smoked a cigarette. At that time, he was only seven years old. Because no one took him to barbeque at home, the customers kept teasing him. . . He was in the same situation as you in the beginning. "

When Liu Xiaoqing said this, Qin Wen suddenly remembered. A few years ago, there was a girl in her classmate. It was because she had broken up that she learned how to smoke. She was in such a dispirited state because she was allergic to tobacco. She had to persist in smoking, so she spent every day muddle-headed. Later on, with the help of her teacher and a few other classmates, she returned to normal, but Little Jiang. . . Was a little too young now.

She remembered that when Little Jiang approached her and taught her about books and paintings, she had smelled the faint smell of tobacco on his body. But Qin Wen thought that his grandmother and grandfather both smoked, which was why there was this smell on his body. But if he smoked by himself, such a young child would definitely have some side effects.

Helpless, Little Jiang insisted: " I'm a good student. I don't smoke. That thing doesn't taste good. "

The people who liked to smoke in the village committee were Old Zhou, Brother Hui, and a few others. Today, Old Zhou was also on duty. Wang Xiaolei felt that it was better to let Old Zhou come over and take a look. Because this child had a special smell of tobacco on him, he usually did not smoke much, so he could not smell it.

Little Lei hurriedly went to the room next door and invited Old Zhou over. But when Old Zhou heard the reason, he could not help but laugh heartily. He said that it was normal for the child to cry and make a fuss. When the child was tired of playing, it would be like that. Therefore, he did not come over. Instead, it was Brother Hui who came along. He approached the sofa where Little Jiang was lying and sat down. He looked at the child with his back to him and bent down. He carefully sniffed the smell on his body.

. . . "Why is it the smell of old-fashioned tobacco? This thing is not produced much, it should be rolled up by itself. . . "