was okay and didn't speak, Du Yuefang looked at her and was anxious.

"Okay, you have to listen to what Mom says. Your sweet sister is scolding you for your own good. Think about what she's done for us before. You can't hold a grudge against her, don't you hear? ”

In Du Yuefang's heart, Xu Tian is like their reborn parents.

If it weren't for Xu Tian, their mother and daughter would still be farming in Anjia Village, and they would still be bullied by Anxia's family.

Now it's different, now they are self-reliant, they work well, they see the market, and they live a completely different life than before.

Just a few days ago, she discussed with An Hao, and when the money in her hand was enough, they would also buy a house and settle down in the city. From now on, they will be the people of this city.

In this kind of life, without Xu Tian, they couldn't think of it before.

She was afraid that she would be young and vigorous, and she couldn't hold it in her heart, so she carefully persuaded her.

An Hao was very annoyed in his heart, and the more he listened to this, the more annoying he became.

"Mom. Don't talk about it. I know. Do I know it's not okay yet? ”

There was obvious irritation in her tone.

Du Yuefang frowned again, and was even a little unhappy.

"You kid, why can't you listen to what Mom says so much. I can tell you, if you dare to choke on your sweet sister, my mother will not spare you. ”

"That's enough, Mom."

An Hao couldn't suppress the fire, and after speaking, he stood up and pushed Du Yuefang out.

"Don't you still have to go to work? Hurry up and go, you will have to deduct your wages when you eat. ”

She didn't feel any energy in her hands, pushed Du Yuefang staggered, pushed out the door, saw that Du Yuefang's face was not good, and didn't say anything, she just retreated and closed the door.

"Hey, you kid, you're like this with your mother now......"

Du Yuefang didn't expect An Hao to have this attitude, she was stunned for a moment, and when she reacted, the door had been closed.

She patted the door angrily, but couldn't open it, so she withdrew her hand angrily.

Inside the house.

He sat down on the bed and took a deep breath.

She was very depressed, she didn't breathe for a long time, looked at the window, she stood up again, went to open the window completely, and the curtains were drawn to the very edge.

Today is a cloudy day, and there is still wind outside, and it is cool.

However, she still felt stuffy and breathless as she stood by the window and blew the cool breeze.

After standing for a while, she turned back to the bed, crouched down, and pulled out a large plastic bag from under the bed.

Opening the bag, she dragged out the fan that she had put away.

This is a second-hand floor fan. Bought it last summer. At that time, in order to save money, I went to the thrift market and bought a cheap one.

This day has long been out of use, so she has put it away.

She took out the fan, and didn't care about the little dust stored on the fan, just set it up next to the bed, and then plugged it into the socket.

The fan blades whirred and turned, and the cool breeze blew.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her face facing the fan.

A chill instantly invaded her pores, and she shuddered, staring straight at the rotating fan blade, and did not stand up and turn it off.

After blowing like this for several minutes, she raised her hand again and undressed.

Jackets, shirts, trousers, underpants, and finally only the last layer of underwear.

She tossed it all aside and lay down on the bed.

The cold wind raged unobstructed on her skin, and goosebumps instantly appeared on her delicate skin.

It was cold, the quilt was on the bed, and she could reach it with her hand, but she didn't touch it.

She lay straight like this, like a fish that had given up its struggle.

In the end, she even closed her eyes.

Cold, cold biting, cold She didn't feel anything other than this feeling.

It was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and there was a biting chill on all sides.

Wrap her tightly.

But she still didn't move. I didn't even open my eyes. She was as quiet as a rag doll.

Du Yuefang finally went to work, and the room was quiet. The only thing I heard was the whirring of the fan.

I don't know how long she listened to this voice, her consciousness began to drift, but she was dazed, and she didn't fall asleep.

In such a cold situation, no matter how sleepy you are, you can't sleep.

The sunlight outside the window dimmed little by little, and finally it was gone, and twilight covered the land.

Minutes and seconds passed. It's been hours since noon, and the fan is still spinning.

She still maintains the straight position she had when she first lay down.

It's not that I'm not afraid of the cold, but now I'm so cold that I can't feel it, like being frozen into a hard ice cube, not soft at all, and I can't move.

Of course, she didn't try to move, she just lay there, letting her body stiffen, her face turn white, and her lips turn purple.

Du Yuefang is on the night shift today. From afternoon to 12 p.m. She didn't get home until after half past twelve.

That's how the fan turns. It was 12:20 p.m. when the bed moved.

As soon as she moved, she found that such small things as stretching her arms and kicking her legs were not easy for her now.

Her whole body was unconscious, and it took her brain about five minutes from the time she gave the command to get up to the time she actually sat up.

It was five minutes before she stiffened out of bed. When her feet landed on the ground and she was just straining, she almost didn't stand up, and her legs and feet went weak, and she squatted on the ground.

It was a long time before she struggled to stand up on the edge of the bed.

Turn off the fan, pull the socket down, and push it sideways under the bed along with the plastic bag, then walk to the door and pull the deadbolt.

At first, she didn't want Du Yuefang to bother her, she locked the door from the inside.

As if an agreement had been made, as soon as she turned around, there was a noise outside the door.

Du Yuefang is back.

She hurriedly walked back to the bed, turned off the light, lay down, and pulled the quilt off to cover herself.

A few minutes later, the door to the room was opened.

Du Yuefang's movements when she came in were very light, and she couldn't hear the footsteps unless she listened carefully.

She closed her eyes and clutched her hands tightly under the covers.

Du Yuefang didn't turn on the light, but only took advantage of the faint light in the living room to see how well she was on the bed.

Seeing her sleeping peacefully, she was relieved.

"You kid, you just have a lot of temperament. Angry with everyone. ”

Du Yuefang sighed softly, raised her hand and touched her daughter's forehead, then withdrew her hand and went out with confidence.

Hearing the faint sound of the door closing, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, one of her eyes sparkled.

She lifted the quilt and didn't rush to get up to do anything, but waited until the movement outside the door completely disappeared and Du Yuefang went back to the room to sleep, and she got up quietly.

Afraid of making a noise, she didn't even wear shoes, and stood barefoot on the ground.

Then, she carefully dragged the fan out, followed the steps just now, plugged it in, and turned on the fan.

The fan leaf whirred and she lay back on the bed.

Just like just now. The quilt was thrown aside by her, and there was nothing on her body to hide the cold. She just lay there, straight and straight, letting the cool breeze invade every cell in her body.

This night, it was surprisingly quiet. It's also surprisingly cold.

She lay there, a face dangling in her head.