Cui Tong cleaned up in the kitchen for a while, and did not immediately put out breakfast, and saw that her husband Xiang Wenyun had finished freshening up, so she said:

"The porridge is ready, just wait for us to get back. Wait for me to clean up Qing'er's room. ”

As he spoke, he pushed open the door to Qing's room and walked in.

The two of them, who had already heard the conversation between their parents, had already come outside from the window at this time.

Xiang Qing snuggled in front of Cong Ye, watching intently as her mother Cui Tong wiped the things in her room little by little, and after wiping everything, she would always put it back in its place accurately.

"Mom."

Although Xiang Qing, who is now in the soul body, has no tears, a call from the heart still makes Cong Ye hear the deep sadness inside.

Cong Ye didn't know how to comfort her, and he couldn't touch Xiang Qing's body, so he could only convey a ray of concern through his thoughts.

Soon, her mother, Cui Tong, wiped everything in Xiang Qing's room, including the clean bed that was very wide but did not lose the girl's boudoir atmosphere, and did not forget to smooth the sea-blue sheets with her hands, even the slightest wrinkle.

Finally saw her mother Cui Tong turn around and leave the room, and closed the door casually, Xiang Qing entered the room again, and fell on the big bed, without moving the slightest for a long time.

After a long time, Cong Ye said to Xiang Qing:

"How long do your parents usually do morning exercises? Do you want to help them set up the food first, or find out if the key you left behind is still there? ”

"It must be there, Mom definitely won't touch my things."

Saying that, Xiang Qing still got up, opened the drawer of the desk, and under a diary, there was a key to the door.

Handing over the key to Cong Ye, Xiang Qing came to the kitchen to look at the porridge that her mother had made before going out, and then looked at the staple food that her parents ate for breakfast, which was almost unchanged from more than four years ago, when she was at home. Or fried dough sticks, sugar horns, bean buns. Other than that, it's a plate of pickles, two boiled eggs, and a small pot of boiled peanuts.

Xiang Qing put breakfast on the dining table one by one, looked at the Cong Ye standing on the side and asked:

"Do you like to eat any of these things? Why don't I make some for you alone? ”

"No, I can eat anything. Just, are you sure you really know how to cook? ”

Xiang Qing threw a roll of his eyes at Cong Ye, turned around and entered the kitchen, and soon there was the sound of pots and pans. When Cong Ye wanted to go in and have a look, he was driven out by Xiang Qing.

"Sit in the living room and watch TV, listen to your parents, and don't alarm them."

Cong Ye didn't turn on the TV, recently, as long as he has free time, Cong Ye is trying to release his thoughts, and now the thoughts released can cover a radius of about ten meters. And, with the continuous experimentation of the clump leaves, the range is expanding little by little.

Looking at the clock on the wall, a little after 6:40 in the morning, Cong Ye felt that Xiang Qing's parents were back. After hearing the footsteps of the two of them going upstairs after a while, Cong Ye said to Xiang Qing, who was still busy in the kitchen.

"Got it, I'll be fine in a few minutes."

Cong Ye was still a little nervous when he saw that Xiang Qing wanted him to face it alone, and from the perspective of Xiang Qing's parents, they were a husband and wife who had never met.

Not only was his mind watching the two slowly walking upstairs, but his ears were also listening to each other's footsteps. When the two of them came to the door and wanted to take the key to open the door, Cong Ye, who was already waiting at the door, opened the door casually.

"Huh!"

"Is Xiaoqing back?!"

The first to speak out was Xiang Qing's mother Cui Tong, and the second to speak out was her father Xiang Wenyun.

As the door opened, the husband and wife were stunned when they saw a strange young man standing in their room.

"Uncle, aunt is good."

Originally, I wanted to change my name to be called my parents, but because I was nervous, I shouted the wrong one.

"Who are you and how did you get in?"

When Xiang Wenyun was very vigilant and questioned Cong Ye, Cui Tong seemed to have heard the movement in the kitchen, and ran straight to the kitchen from Cong Ye's side in small steps. Then came Cui Tong's exclamation:

"Qing'er, it's really Qing'er back, ah?!"

"Mom, it's me."

Don't look at it, Cong Ye also knew that it must be Cui Tong who wanted to hug his daughter, but he hugged him to an empty place.

Xiang Wenyun didn't care about asking Congye at this time, and ran into the kitchen in three or two steps.

"It's really Xiaoqing back, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his wife's pale face, Xiang Wenyun couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Mom, Dad, you go to the living room and sit for a while, and the hand-rolled dough I made will be ready immediately."

At this point, Cong Ye understood why Xiang Qing went to the kitchen to cook by himself.

Wanting to make breakfast for Cong Ye is only one of them, the most important thing is that Xiang Qing wants to tell her parents with the truth that she is not a ghost in the real sense, which means that her daughter is not really dead.

When Xiang Wenyun, who didn't know the truth, looked at his wife who was staring at his daughter intently doing this and that, and was puzzled, Xiang Qing's hand-rolled dough was also done.

Cong Ye came in at the right time to help, helping to place three bowls of steaming hand-rolled noodles covered with fragrant marinade on the table.

"Mom, Daddy, this is a bush of leaves."

As he spoke, he also mouthed Cong Ye Nunu, and motioned for Cong Ye to speak quickly.

"Mom, Dad."

Under Xiang Qing's signal, Cong Ye had to change his voice twice.

"Hey."

Just heard Xiang Wenyun agree, but Cui Tong suddenly reached out and grabbed Cong Ye's arm and squeezed it a few times.

"Cui Tong, what are you doing here?"

Xiang Wenyun naturally felt that his wife's behavior was very rude, even if it was not the first time that her son-in-law came to the door, her mother-in-law did not have the reason to touch her son-in-law's arm without saying a word.

He didn't pay attention to her husband's questioning.

"You're different from Qing'er?"

"Mom, Xiang Qing's situation is only temporary, and it will be the same as me in the future."

"You didn't lie to me?!"

"Mom, what Cong Ye said is true, how could we lie to you?"

Xiang Qing hurriedly explained.

At this time, although Xiang Wenyun still didn't understand what was going on, from the worry on his wife's face, he still felt that something unusual must have happened to his daughter.

"Xiaoqing, what's wrong?"

"Dad, Mom, can you eat first? After eating, I'll tell you more about it. ”

Cui Tong still couldn't accept this fact for a while, and sat down on the chair next to the dining table with some numbness. Although Xiang Wenyun was puzzled, he slowly sat down when he heard his daughter say this.

"Cong Ye, sit down and eat together."

"Xiaoqing, why are there only three bowls of noodles?"

"Dad, Mom, you have eaten, I can't eat now."

Xiang Qing knew that if she didn't make things clear first, I'm afraid that her parents wouldn't be able to eat this breakfast anyway. I had to sit down next to Cong Ye, and stretched out a hand and put my hand on my father's forearm that Xiang Wenyun was carrying on the dining table.

"What's wrong, this is?!"

Obviously seeing her daughter put her hand on her forearm, Xiang Wenyun didn't feel it at all, and couldn't help but stand up from her seat. Alternative Medicine

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Chapter 357 Three Hundred and Sixty-Seven Visits to Xiang's Home (2).

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