After Mrs. He locked the door inside, she also walked towards the bed, her expression still peaceful, even though she knew that the person on the bed was a dead thing.

He Rumo saw that there was nothing so-called strange in the room, so he sat casually on the remaining position on the bed. Mrs. He screamed loudly when she saw the situation, although her voice was harsh, but fortunately, her voice was properly retracted and did not attract the attention of others.

He Rumo was quite close to her, and he couldn't help but be surprised by her sudden shouting, he searched around with his eyes, but still didn't notice anything strange.

"Rumo, you can't sit on your father's bed, get up quickly!" Mrs. He covered her lips, still unable to control her complexion as usual. When He Rumo heard what she said, he was very unimpressed, he still didn't get up, but just lowered his head and smiled lightly.

Seeing He Rumo's disobedience, Mrs. He casually picked up a sleeve vase and threw it in his direction. He Rumo's body is as agile as the wind, and under the dodge, he actually grabbed the vase in his palm for the host.

He really couldn't figure it out, what happened to his mother, there should always be a reason for such impulsiveness and irritability?

"You just set up a situation with me, as if you have something important to tell me, but it turns out that you are just talking casually." "In that case, what's the point of letting me recite such a poisonous oath, what's the point!" He Rumo roared, and then slapped the bamboo and wood of the bed with his hand.

Mrs. He hurried to arrive, and forcibly pulled him directly without saying anything, He Rumo broke free with him, but miraculously defeated in the arm and wrist of her seemingly boneless mother.

He was dragged away from the bed, and he had to tidy up his appearance in such a wolf manner. Such a woman who was defeated in the twilight of middle age was very lost in her face. "If it's okay, I'll be in my room, where the old man will wake up, I'll talk to him!" After He Rumo roughly sorted out his clothes, he dropped these words and prepared to leave. He was determined, and he didn't even intend to ask about the reason why his mother's face was scarred.

"Wait. You stop! Mrs. He stopped in front of him and decisively said. He Rumo looked at the scarred, but bleak face, and felt unbearable for a while. His demeanor was helpless, and his steps did not move.

"Mother. No matter what happens, don't hide it, tell me that you will be a little better, and whether it is the old man who hurt you or not? He Rumo asked sincerely, if it was an ordinary situation. Mrs. He should cherish her child in her arms, but this is not the same as before, and the way of treatment is different.

Mrs. He first gently brushed He Rumo's cheek with her hand full of pity, and then her expression changed suddenly, turned her palm, and directly gave He Rumo a slap in the face. "Rebel son, how can you be so disrespectful to call your biological father, and when he returns to the west, how will you have the face to cry for him and feel sorry for him?" Mrs. He pointed at He Rumo angrily, and said with tears on her face.

He Rumo froze in place. Dudu covered the face of the slapped palm with his right palm, although the palm was a woman's power, it still made the blood in his mouth pour out. When he saw Mrs. He's hysterical appearance, he probably thought she was crazy.

"You are delirious now, I will go back to the room, if the old man wakes up, call the maid to come and report to me." He Rumo didn't shout at his mother, but turned around and opened the door lock.

Mrs. He saw that the dog she gave birth to was so unsuccessful, so she had to stop him again. At this moment, she had no choice but to tell him a clear and clear voice. "Like ink. Your Father is no longer in the world, and you can't see these things clearly? Mrs. He's hoarse voice roared after these words, and her expression was almost on the verge of collapse.

He Rumo stopped the slight movement of his hand. His lips opened slightly, but after all, he couldn't say a single word. "You, come and see, is he really still the slightest bit of a voice?" Mrs. He used brute force to directly pull He Rumo back to the original realm, and He Rumo lowered his head. I don't want to look at it, and I don't dare to raise my eyes after all. He would rather not know about it, and wish he had returned to his old home a few seconds ago.

"What? Don't dare to look at it? Just now, you are also a mother's speech, right? Mrs. He saw her son like this, but she did not say a word of comfort.

He Rumo clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be stuck in a leftover bone, and he choked on the words. He approached step by step, and finally with trembling fingers, he pulled the man's clothes on the bed slightly.

With such a complexion, how could he be an immortal, it is clear that before yesterday, that person was still arguing with him and confronting him.

"He's dead, he's dead, and my mother let you know about it, and I hope you can hide it until fifteen days later." Mrs. He put the slightly lifted clothes on the quilt for Master He and said slowly.

After He Rumo heard this, he still didn't want to believe this, how could he believe that in just one day, people who were alive and well would turn into a fallacy of nothingness? He crouched down and put his fingers on He Situ's nose again.

At the moment of moving his hand, a conclusion has been reached, and the result is sad and joyful, and it cannot be reversed. His body leaned back, his head falling directly on the tiles, his eyes wide open, blood seeping through in an instant.

Mrs. He didn't step forward to help her up, but the corners of her mouth turned down, the meaning was unclear.

The moment he lay on his side, an inconspicuous tear fell from the corner of his eye, which was only used to pay tribute to the dead soul. Time passed for a moment, and He Rumo had eased up a lot, and he supported the ground with his elbows, and reluctantly stood up.

His eyes were indifferent, and he still spoke shallowly. "I believe that what my mother said is true, and the answer you have worked so hard to investigate is now known, are you still satisfied?" Mrs. He asked coldly. Her words were like a burning hemp rope, unstoppable while hitting He Rumo's heart.

Indeed, this answer was obtained by himself without his own life, and no one else can be blamed for how miserable it is now.

"The old man is dead, I don't have to have such an old and unashamed father, satisfied, of course satisfied." He Rumo said with a clear conscience that he would never lightly explain the true feelings to others for them to see.

"Are you satisfied? Hmph, no matter how much red dust he has in front of him, you should flatter him as your father after death! Mrs. He said that she directly swung his upright body and kicked him again.

She was crazy, He Rumo didn't blame much. He died, and as his wife, it was common sense to be so sad.

He stood up abruptly, still trying to figure out the beginning and end of this qiē. At the very least, there should be an explanation of how the old man died.

"How did the old man die, die of illness?" After He Rumo got up, he sat aside and asked pretending to be chattering. The ups and downs in his heart are not allowed to be spied on. "Indeed, your father is sick, and in fifteen days he will lose his soul." After Mrs. He's anger was vented, she finally calmed down, and she squatted down beside the bed and talked about it with He Rumo.

He Rumo listened to her words, and was still caught up in an unclear situation.

If the 15-day deadline for a serious illness has been set, how could he die on the couch at this hour? He suppressed it for a while, and then questioned him in a confused voice.

The words of questioning were like rubbing salt on a wound. If Mrs. He wants to answer, she will only end up with a self-harming consequence.

She was thinking about it for a minute and a second, but after all, she still held her forehead, ready to tell her a qiē. (To be continued.) )