Yueyue stood quietly aside, obediently looking at Song Miaomiao, who was always smiling, and looked at the motionless man on the bed with a sad and anxious face.

"Sister Miao." Yueyue whispered.

Song Miaomiao didn't forget to look back at her in her busy schedule, and the worry on her face that had time to dissipate deeply penetrated Yueyue's young heart.

"Will you die?" The little girl's light voice with the candlelight on her back exploded in Song Miaomiao's heart.

"What nonsense." Almost reflexively, he raised his tone, and after realizing that his tone was a little fiercer, Song Miaomiao softened her throat and stretched out her hand to her.

Yueyue's eyes stared at the familiar palm, and she almost didn't hesitate to pounce on it.

Enduring the pain of the impact affecting the back injury, Song Miaomiao hugged Yueyue's petite and thin body with one hand, and coaxed softly: "Yueyue, don't think about it, Uncle Jian just has a cold, I want to sleep a little longer, it will be fine." ”

Yueyue's little head buried in her neck socket was heavily pointed.

"Is it because you're looking for Yueyue? That's why Sister Miao was injured and Uncle Jian caught a cold. The sound of a weak mosquito moaning came from between Song Miaomiao's neck sockets.

Song Miaomiao kissed Yueyue's little head with a side face, and said with a smile: "It's not, it's just that Sister Miao accidentally fell, and Uncle Jian fell together if she wanted to save her sister, and then she lay on the ground for too long in winter, so Uncle Jian caught a cold, and it had nothing to do with Yueyue." ”

Hearing this, the old man's cloudy gaze reached out to the three people who were attached to each other in the dark, and a touch of warmth appeared in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

Once upon a time, she was also a warm and happy family, but after all, she did not escape the shackles of fate, and lived here alone, waiting for the coming of death.

When the two touched a sensitive word in their small conversation, the old man who felt sorry for himself in his memories was startled, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and the pace was fast, and he came down to the two of them who were whispering softly, and dragged out Yueyue, who was still coquettish in Song Miaomiao's arms.

The old man's voice was imperceptibly sharp: "Where did you just say you were going?" ”

was suddenly pulled out of her arms, and suddenly there was an old face with wrinkles and hideous eyes in front of her, and Yueyue was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a while.

"Mother-in-law!" Song Miaomiao saw that the old man was emotionally unstable, and she was afraid that she would do something to Yueyue, so she hurriedly spoke out to stop her.

"I asked you where you said you wanted to go!" The old man almost screamed as he craned his neck.

Song Miaomiao's voice was hoarse for a moment, and the conversation they had just now did involve a sensitive word.

Yuming Village.

It's just that she never thought that an old man of this age would be so sensitive to these three words, seeing that she was living alone in this isolated place, she was a little lucky to think that she would look at this place with a normal mentality.

I didn't expect ......

"I'm asking you!" The old man's withered hands grabbed Yueyue's arm, and the latter had a flat mouth and wanted to cry and endure it.

"Mother-in-law, grandma." Song Miaomiao tried to pull away the stalemate between the two, but the former was too old and the latter was too young, so it was inappropriate for her to exert force in either direction in the middle, and finally had to gently hold the old man's wrist, which was as thin as firewood, and begged in a low voice: "Do we have something to say?" Yueyue is still young, you scared her like this. ”

The old man slowly let go of his hand, but a pair of cloudy eyes stared at Yueyue in front of him who stubbornly bit his lip and stared back at her.

"You just said you wanted to go back to Yuming Village?" The old man asked in a hoarse voice for a long time.

Yueyue nodded violently, her stubborn little face full of unyielding.

Just when Song Miaomiao was holding her breath and thinking about how to mediate, the old man opposite who had always had a black face and a terrifying momentum suddenly snorted coldly, and then chuckled.