Come With Me

Chapter 217 We Visited A Patient In The Village

The little girl nodded at me. "I've watched your movie. I know you're a good person."

I touched the little girl's head and said, "You are so young. Why are you alone here? Where are your parents?"

The little girl pointed to the house not far away. "My home is over there. My father went to work in the city. My mother is sick and lying at home."

"Is there anyone else in your house?"

The little girl nodded and said, "My brother."

"Where is your brother?"

The little girl pointed at the little boy who was going to cow in the distance and said, "He is my brother." Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Did you go to school?"

The little girl still shook her head. "No, mom said we don't have money to go to school. Mom is in poor health and needs care, and she needs to see a doctor and take medicine."

Rogelio also squatted down with me. "Do you know that a school is going to be built in the village?"

The little girl nodded and said, "Yes, I know. The village has broadcasted the news for several days."

I asked the little girl, "Do you and your brother want to go to school?"

The little girl nodded at first, but soon shook her head. "We can't go. No one will take care of our mum if we go."

Touching the little girl's face, Rogelio asked, "You're so young. Can you take care of Mommy?

The little girl blinked her bright eyes and answered in a childish voice, "Yes."

At this time, the little boy in the distance seemed to see what was happening here and ran over, leaving the cow behind.

The little boy took a look at me and Rogelio and pulled the little girl to his side. "Sister, don't disturb the guests."

In fact, the little boy looked about eight or nine years old. He held a whip in his hand and wore a pair of big black boots stained with soil.

The little boy looked at us timidly, with a trace of vigilance towards strangers in his young eyes.

"Can we go to your home to see your mother? I heard that she was sick."

The little boy hesitated, but the little girl pulled his sleeve and said, "Brother, Tyrone just said in the broadcast that we should entertain the guests well."

Hearing the name of Tyrone, the little boy finally let out a sigh of relief. He nodded to us reluctantly and said, "Then come to our house. But we don't have much to eat at home."

Rogelio and I looked at each other and finally understood why the little boy didn't want us to go to his house. It turned out that he was afraid that we would stay at his house for dinner.

"Don't worry. We have had dinner."

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief and said to the little girl, "Then you take them to our home first, and I'll go to get the cow back."

The little girl nodded obediently to her brother. Then she held my hand and looked up at me. "Aunt Spring bud, come with me."

Rogelio and I looked at each other and followed the little girl to her home.

The whole village looked ordinary. It was easy to tell that it was not a rich village.

But the little girl's home was the most disharmonious one among all the houses in the village. The house was low and the window was very small.

As soon as we entered the room, we felt it was dark, and the small room was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

A woman's cough came from the room.

"Mom, I'm here with Aunt Spring bud and an Uncle."

The little girl led us into the room, took off her shoes and lay on the bed. She pointed at me and Rogelio to her mum.

The woman's face was waxy yellow, and the disease made her thin cheeks sunken. Beside her pillow, there was an empty medicine bowl.

When the woman saw us, she leaned against the cabinet with difficulty.

"Who are you?"

The woman looked at Rogelio and asked, "Are you the gentleman who came here two days ago?"

"It's the first time I've been here. I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else."

The woman frowned and said, "I'm sorry. I'm insane. I don't have a good memory. Please sit down."

The woman asked us to sit down, but she couldn't help but look at Rogelio for a while.

The woman said to the little girl, "Go and get some water for the guests."

The little girl went to pour water obediently.

The woman said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I can't get up to greet with you for I am in poor health."

I said to the woman, "We happened to pass by and saw your child was very cute. So we came in to have a look. She said you were sick. How are you feeling now?"

The woman sighed and shook her head. "It's an old disease. It's been several years. My health never improved."

"Did you go to the hospital?"

The woman smiled bitterly. "I went to the hospital in the county once, and then the doctor prescribed a lot of medicine for me to take at home. But the medicine was not effective to treat me illness all the time. I have always been laying on my bed, and my illness has also caused huge pressure on my husband and children."

"I heard from your daughter that your husband went to work in the city."

The woman nodded and said, "I have no choice. I'm sick and can't work on the ground. I have to take medicine. Besides, I have two children. My father has no choice but to go to the city for work. He is uneducated and incompetent. He suffered a lot for the sake of the three of us."

Speaking of her husband, the woman's eyes were a little wet.

"Will he often come back to visit you?"

The woman shook her head. "It's a long journey. How can he come back often? He will send the money back to me every month and call the village to inform us of his safety, and Andrew will answer his

phone each time. But he didn't call back this month. Instead, he entrusted a friend to visit us and left us more money than before. I'm relieved to see my man make that kind of friend."

The woman looked at Rogelio again and said, "I'm afraid my eyes are also blurred."

The woman said with a self mockery smile, but her body was still affected and she couldn't help coughing several times.

When the door was opened, her son, Andrew, came back.

"I came here to build a school. I think your son is not a kid anymore. You can let him go to school then."

The woman looked at her two children with a guilty look. "But if I let them go to school, no one will work at home."

Andrew lowered his head.

"But if you don't let him go to school now, it will ruin his whole life!"

The woman sighed, "If only my children's father could come back."

The woman's eyes were full of longing for her husband.

Andrew was considerate enough to bring a photo to the woman.

The woman gently touched the photo. "I grew up in the same village with my husband. He is not good at talking, but he is very good to me."

The woman turned the photo to me and Rogelio, pointed at a person on it and said, "Look, this is my man."