Holding Grandma Chai's arms tightened a little, Han Yao greedily absorbed the taste that belonged to the old man, as if he had the taste of his grandmother.

In the past, what she liked most was the smell of plants and trees on her grandmother's body, but now it is forever gone...... Without.

After a while, Han Yao let go of his hand,

"Grandma Chai, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

Sitting down on the chair next to him, Han Yao looked up into Grandma Chai's old eyes,

Met Han Yao's gaze, her eyes that were still clear but had lost their luster made Grandma Chai feel a slight pain in her heart,

Quickly don't open her eyes, holding back the surging emotions in her heart, Grandma Chai nodded, turned around and left,

"Wait a minute, I'll be right here. ”

Grandma Chai left in a hurry, Han Yao leaned on Fu Shaoli's body, just leaning on his right hand,

The hot touch on the back of his hand made Fu Shaoli can't help but look down at Han Yao's cheek.

It was still an abnormal flush, it seemed to be even more red than when she first came out, he felt sorry for her, and began to frown again,

The back of her hand was no longer hot to the touch, Han Yao's little hand shook his hand, she smiled at him, her blushing face was reflected by the smile,

Visibly angry, she shook her head slightly, holding his hand a little harder, trying to let him know her determination.

She won't leave, and he doesn't have to say that he persuaded her,

"You're still having a fever. ”

Fu Shaoli sighed lightly, a little helpless to her,

"You must have not rested for a long time, you must have never closed your eyes since my accident, Alley, you can't fool me. ”

Although she didn't say it, she could still tell from his reddened eyes and the dark blue under his eyes that he was also lacking sleep.

But in order to help her, he didn't say a word,

He didn't say anything, although she was still feverish and a little unconscious, she could still see it.

He was distressed, why didn't she feel distressed!

Fu Shaoli was helpless, but he couldn't stop the stubborn little girl,

"I'll help you change the dressing for your wound later. ”

"Good. ”

She nodded her head and held his hand unloosely,

The eyes turned to the old man in the crystal coffin again, from head to toe, meticulous, all of them were her masterpieces,

Except for the wound on his face, Han Zhengfen looked very peaceful,

Han Yao knew that when he was smashed, it was very painful, it hurt,

But fortunately, now there is no more pain, no more unhappiness,

Grandma, it's time to go home, too.

Looking at the old man's body was distracted, Grandma Chai entered the mourning hall with two bowls, steaming rice, fragrant dishes,

The space in the mourning hall that was originally filled with the smell of incense added some more mortal atmosphere.

"Xiao Yao, go to Westinghouse and eat, if you want to come out, come out again. ”

The food in Grandma Chai's hand fell into Fu Shaoli's hand, and the old man's eyes were still clear, looking at Han Yao full of care,

Grandma Chai had something to say, Han Yao could see it from her eyes, nodded, took Fu Shaoli's clothes, and the two re-entered the West House.

Fu Shaoli fed Han Yao, Han Yao originally wanted to do it himself,

But observing Fu Shaoli's movements, he sat obediently and let him feed her,

With rice bulging in his mouth, Han Yao opened his mouth and asked what he had always wanted to ask,

"You say, if I want that plane, you're going to give it to me, do you do the count?"

The rice and vegetables were in his mouth, and Han Yao's voice was a little slurred,

Fu Shaoli looked at the girl's cute appearance and couldn't help but pinch her cheek.