Zhi Brain Xiaomei felt very happy, the first time someone heard it say for so long, everyone used to ignore it, the host Xiaomei can't communicate, the customer will only give it instructions, other Zhi Brain doesn't like it very much, even the longest contact time Xiao Fei will only scold it for being stupid and stupid and useless, talking too much is tears! The longer you get along, the more you feel the benefits of this new host, and when An Hongdou is about to wake up, it hasn't talked enough about all kinds of reluctance, and repeatedly told her to go to bed early at night!

An Hongdou opened his eyes refreshed, and sure enough, he didn't feel tired at all, and his mood instantly felt better.

"Good baby, you woke up, did you feel anything uncomfortable?" An's mother, who hadn't closed her eyes all night, was pale, her noise was dry, and her voice was dumb.

An Hongdou quickly turned around, "Mom, you haven't slept all night?"

Distressed hugging her mother, An Hongdou's eyes are sour, the person who loves her in the world! In the last world, she was sad and helpless, old and haggard, and in this world, she was frightened and scared, and she couldn't sleep all night.

"Mom, I'm fine, you don't have to worry! I'm really fine, it's okay, don't worry, I will definitely listen to you in the future, eat well, and make sure that I don't let you worry about it anymore." ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" An's mother patted her daughter's shoulder lightly, wiped her tears and said, "Okay, don't cry, Mom can't rest assured! It's not just me, your dad also stayed in the living room without sleeping all night, and even your brother secretly came to see you several times, and you heartless guy himself snorted and slept fragrantly!"

"Hehe,,," An Hongdou smiled embarrassedly, she was so excited to come into contact with the alien visitors last night, and she forgot that her family would worry about her for a while, no wonder her mother wanted to say that she had no heart or lungs, "That, I don't know how to sleep so soundly, hehe,,, you all hurry up and make up for sleep, I'll just cook!"

"Forget it! What will you do! Don't boil the pot dry for me again! If you have this heart, your mother will be very content, and she has grown up a lot after this illness. An's mother nodded her daughter's forehead, "Your grandmother and second aunt are also worried, they came early in the morning, and they are helping to cook in the kitchen at this time!

An Hongdou puffed out her face, although she is a cooking scumbag, she can simply boil a porridge, cook noodles or something, although there is no guarantee of how it tastes, but it will not be able to burn the pot!

It's so embarrassing, I want to get rid of the black history! I was about to make a haha to cross the topic, when I heard the little brother outside the door shout, "Sister, are you awake? Sister Yidan and Sister Miao'er have come to see you." ”

"Yo, these two children came so early in the morning, and I don't know if they have eaten. An's mother boasted while cleaning up the bed, "They are all good children, you can make them anxious when you are sick, I come to see you every day, sometimes I go in the morning and in the afternoon, and I also help me wipe your body and feed you water or something, but it is no worse than my own sisters, you are well ill, but you have to thank the two of you for knowing?"

"I know, I'll invite them to a big meal when I go back, and you will reimburse them!" An Hongdou ran over to open the door with a smile, screaming and rushing out to hug the two dead friends who were walking this way, "Honey, are you here?"

In the last world, in the last stage of life, in order not to let them worry too much about sadness, she basically cut off contact with them unilaterally, just kept sending all kinds of scenery postcards or local specialties or something, but never contacted them, for fear that they would hook the fragility of their hearts, let her give up the plan of self-exile, you know, that is, in the face of their two dead friends, she can easily throw away the hard shell, as fragile and helpless as a child. Even in front of her family and him, many times she was smiling and holding on.