Gu Juexi frowned, but his heart was still depressed by Aunt Mao's death.

Seeing him like this, Ye Yuwei stopped speaking, but turned around and looked at her son on the bed, then jumped over with one foot, sat by the bed and lowered her head and kissed her son gently.

Xicheng, it’s time to get up and go back. Ye Yuwei whispered and patted her son’s little body gently.

Ye Xicheng twisted his body. He was not so serious when he woke up just now. He grabbed his mother's clothes with his little hands and was unwilling to wake up.

Ye Yuwei gently patted his little body, waiting for him to recover.

Ye Xicheng hummed for a while before he reluctantly opened his eyes, and pierced his little body into Ye Yuwei's arms, mommy.

Ye Yuwei kissed his little head and got up. Grandma was still waiting for you at home. Grandpa Jin will come in a while and is going back with Grandpa Jin.

Ye Xicheng sucked his nose and had really woken up now, so after mommy spoke, he nodded and responded.

After Xixi woke up, she made a fuss for a while. Gu Juexi was coaxing her with a good temper. When Ye Yuwei helped Ye Xicheng wash his face and change his clothes, the little girl was still sobbing in Gu Juexi's arms.

Gu Juexi was the most embarrassed that his girl cried. He was coaxing her like a baby. Ye Yuwei was too lazy to care about it. She helped her son carry her schoolbag and told him to take good care of her grandmother after she went home.

Ye Xicheng listened carefully no matter what Ye Yuwei said, and nodded and responded.

When Uncle Jin came, the little girl hadn't finished crying yet. Ye Yuwei squinted her eyes and looked at her daughter. Have you cried enough?

Xixi curled her little mouth and sucked her little nose again. No, she hasn't cried enough.

Ye Yuwei was angry and laughed at her daughter. She sat by the bed and carried the person out, then took the coat of her sister that Ye Xicheng had brought for her to put on for her daughter.

Then go home and cry, cry for your brother. Ye Yuwei said, put on her little coat, then wiped her nose with a tissue. She hadn't cried enough, and she was not as good as your drama artist. Okay, go back with Grandpa Jin.

The little drama actress said she was very dissatisfied. She didn't cry enough and was driven away by her mother.

Ye Xicheng took the little drama actress's hand, said goodbye to her mother before leaving with Uncle Jin.

The little drama actress turned around in one step, her mouth kept swaying, as if she would cry at any time. She had just woken up and her mother was about to send her away.

We will make mommy even more tired here, and we will be able to accompany you every day when mommy comes home. Ye Xicheng comforts her sister.

Ye Yuwei listened to the small voices getting farther and farther away from outside, and her heart felt a little warm. Her son could give her different warmth every time.

Ye Yuwei sent away the two small ones and looked back at the big one who was still bowing her head.

Let Aunt Mao prepare for her funeral. Gu Juexi suddenly spoke.

Ye Yuwei paused for a moment, now?

Well, I had let Aunt Mao get into peace earlier. Gu Juexi's voice was low, suppressing the grief he could not express.

Ye Yuwei nodded and responded, sat by the bed and reached out to hug the man into her arms.

No matter how strong Gu Juexi is, he is also a human being, not a god.

Gu Juexi's forehead was against Ye Yuwei's shoulder. He didn't say anything, and Ye Yuwei didn't say anything. The ward was quiet and quiet.

Sometimes, language is really the most meaningless existence.

Silence may be the best way to get along with each other.

He didn't say anything about his pain, she knew.

She didn't say anything about her heartache, he knew.

Language is just a burden at this time.
Chapter completed!