Everyone in the room felt both distressed and happy when they heard this.

Dasun said again: "Where is Qing'er? Qing'er comes here and take your veins for Gapo!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "My medical skills are not good, I'll invite Uncle Fu over."

Soon, Uncle Fu came over and took his pulse for Old Mrs. Sun.

"How am I? Isn't it necessary to die?" Old Mrs. Sun looked at Uncle Fu in anticipation and asked.

Uncle Fu smiled slightly and said to Old Lady Sun: "The old lady is a rich man, and she is safe."

When Old Mrs. Sun heard this, she smiled and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Fu, then you can prescribe some medicine for me, Ga Po, and let's go to the main hall." Yang Ruoqing said.

Uncle Fu nodded and followed Yang Ruoqing out of the house. Before Yang Ruoqing left, he winked at Lao Sun and his uncle.

The two of them were surprised and quickly followed, leaving a few women from Dasun in the room.

"Qing'er, what's the matter with you winking us over?" Yang Ruoqing's uncle asked Yang Ruoqing with a smile, and the joy on the man's face was still there.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at her uncle, shook her head, then turned around and landed her eyes on Uncle Fu.

"Uncle Fu, what is the truth? Tell me!" she said in a deep voice.

Uncle Fu looked up at Yang Ruoqing in front of him, and then looked at the happy old Suntou and Yang Ruoqing's uncle, with a look of disgrace and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Old Sun has lived for most of his life, but he can’t tell what his face looks like?

The smile on his face paused, and he also looked at Uncle Fu: "Tell me what the situation is, we... can withstand it!"

He said he could withstand it, but the old man's fingers subconsciously clenched.

Uncle Fu sighed softly and said, "This is a return, almost... we can prepare for the funeral!"

"What?"

Old Sun's body suddenly became stunned. It was not Yang Ruoqing's uncle who supported him, but the old man was really going to fall to the ground.

"What, what, why is this happening?" Old Sun's head was as gray as he was, his lips trembled slightly, his whole body trembled, and he was a little incoherent.

And Uncle Fu's words happened to be heard by Dasun and Sun who entered the house.

The empty bowl in Sun's hand immediately fell to the ground, making a shattering sound, and his whole body froze.

The eldest son staggered to Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, aren't you kidding? My mother is obviously ready, can you eat!"

"Don't we all say that as long as we can eat, we can't die? Why, why are you still like this..."

Dasun cried anxiously, holding Uncle Fu's hand tightly and not letting go.

Uncle Fu sighed and said helplessly: "This is a return to the light. After the return to the light, it will be really soon. You should... prepare, I'll go back first!"

After Uncle Fu left, Dasun fell to the ground and covered his face and cried.

Sun also ran over and hugged the eldest Sun, and the sisters hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

I didn't dare to cry too loudly, for fear that the old lady Sun in the room there would be heard.

That night, Sun wanted to stay here to accompany Mrs. Sun. Yang Ruoqing said, "I'll accompany Gapo. Mom, go back and rest, come again tomorrow."

Sun shook his head and said in an extremely firm tone: "No, I must be with my mother. If I don't accompany you, I will never have a chance to accompany you in the future."

These words made Yang Ruoqing's tears flow down again.

Two lives have been human, and only these few months this year have been the most painful thing she has experienced. She has personally experienced and participated in the death of her relatives around her...

Although the eldest uncle Yang Huaan and the second uncle Yang Hualin also passed away before, the feeling of heartache is completely different from that of Gapo.

Perhaps this is somewhat immoral and the dead are respected, but Yang Ruoqing said it based on her original intention.

If you don’t have that time to reach that level, you won’t feel any sadness when the other person dies. At most, you will just sigh a few times.

But if the deceased person is a relative you care about, you will be unable to control your sadness.

There is no need to think deliberately or squeeze in tears, then your mind will turn unconsciously and turn to that. Then, you will question God in confusion why such suffering comes down?

You will fantasize over and over again and pray for the appearance of the gods. Even if the hope is slim, you will be unable to help but look forward to it...

In the end, when you find that everything becomes powerless, you will never have any other emotions except sadness and heartache.

"Okay, then I'll be with my mother and I'll accompany Gapo." Yang Ruoqing said, his attitude was also extremely firm.

In the memory of her growth, Gapo is closer than grandma.

After a while, Dasun and Xiaojie also came over. The mother and mother carried two mats and two pillows and slapped the floor on the floor.

"Is my mother asleep?" Grandson asked Sun in a low voice.

Sun nodded, "I slept well tonight."

Dasun said: "Maybe I've eaten enough before, so I slept a little more soundly tonight."

"I don't know if my milk can eat like today tomorrow?" Xiaojie asked.

Dasun glanced at Xiaojie, frowned, and stopped talking.

"Let's sleep, your ears are more sensitive at night." Dasun said again.

There was a candlelight in the room, and Dasun and Sun slept on a cool mat. The cool mat was spread on the ground in front of Mrs. Sun's bed. You could see Mrs. Sun as soon as you looked up.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie slept on the cold bed below the window here, falling asleep one by one.

When she slept until midnight, Yang Ruoqing suddenly woke up.

"Xiaojie? What's wrong with you, Xiaojie?"

She sat up and looked at Xiaojie.

I saw Xiaojie curled up into a ball, her whole body trembling slightly like a sieve that had passed through rice.

"Xiaojie, what's wrong with you? Wake up." Yang Ruoqing gently pushed Xiaojie again.

Xiaojie sat up, grabbed her pillow and hurriedly fell asleep on Yang Ruoqing's head.

"Borrow, I'm afraid." She said tremblingly.

"We are all here, what are you afraid of?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Xiaojie hugged her knees and leaned tightly towards Yang Ruoqing.

He looked around and quickly closed it back.

"I slept on the other end before, and someone touched my head." Xiaojie said.

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was stunned and looked around.

On the big bed there, the tent fell down, and the sound of Mrs. Sun's breathing came from inside.

The sound was like a bellows, whirring.

On the cool mat in front of the bed, Dasun and Sun fell asleep with their backs to backs. They were busy all day long, working hard and working hard. Now they fell asleep after lying down.

They couldn't get up and touch Xiaojie's head. Who touched her head?

"You have a nightmare sleep when you sleep at night. It's okay, lie down and continue to sleep." Yang Ruoqing said.

He raised his hand and gently hugged Xiaojie's shoulders, allowing her to lie down beside him.

Xiaojie slept inside, Yang Ruoqing slept outside, protecting her inside.

After sleeping for a while, Yang Ruoqing felt Xiaojie trembling again when she was in a daze.

"What's wrong with Xiaojie?" Yang Ruoqing turned over and sat up.

This time, Xiaojie curled up there, holding firmly on the thin quilt covering her chest with both hands, "Sister, someone scratched the soles of my feet..."
Chapter completed!