Liu Siyan calmed down, and cast the gaze in his eyes on Juanxiu's font, but warm tears lingered in the corners of his eyes.

"There's a compartment under the bed. You remember to open. ”

Although it was only a few words, Liu Siyan's somewhat dry lips still touched up and down several times, like a pampered lady who knew that her husband had died on the battlefield, and her hair turned white and her face wrinkled overnight.

Li Mu also wanted to know the contents of the letter, and Yu Guang slowly glanced in the direction of the letter.

However, Li Mu quickly took it back. Because Bingyan's appearance suddenly came to mind - I think she handed the letter to Liu Siyan through the hand of a child, and she didn't want others to know.

Therefore, the wishes of the deceased should be respected!

"Brother Liu, when will Sister Bing come back, I'm still waiting for her to give me candy!" Zhao Yan's immature words were like steel needles, piercing into Liu Siyan's blood-dripping heart.

Liu Siyan's face was already a little tense, but at this time, he was desperately shrinking in because of a complex emotion.

Before Liu Siyan could speak, Zhao Yan tugged at his sleeve again and pulled it in the direction of left and right, "Brother Liu, Sister Bing shouldn't lie to me."

Before, I saw Sister Bing eating candy and her mouth was also very greedy, so I asked her for one.

Sister Ke Bing said that it was the last one. If I want to eat it, I'll give you this piece of paper, and she'll go outside and buy me candy. ”

"Sugar?" Liu Siyan's lips kept touching, and he kept muttering this word in his mouth, and the fading luster on his face slowly lit up a little because of too much thought.

"It can't be Bingyan's suicide, right?" A thought swept over Li Mu's head, and he subconsciously spit it out of his mouth.

Liu Siyan's heart paused, and some itchy eyeballs seemed to pop out.

"Sister Bing doesn't know how to speak, doesn't it count!" Zhao Yan raised his head, a pair of eyes that were not very big, but very spiritual, revealing the immature longing of a child.

"No, it won't." Liu Siyan still forced out a smile, stretched out a hand, and stroked Zhao Yan's head.

After that, he went to the place mentioned by Bingyan to look for the dark grid.

Li Mu also took Zhao Yan's hand and took him out, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat delicious snacks." ”

"Really?" Zhao Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and two small dimples appeared on his somewhat fat face, and the rippling smile stirred Li Mu's heart into a pot of porridge.

"Bingyan, you can't really commit suicide because you can't think about it, right?" Thinking of a lively and agile girl who treats herself fairly well on weekdays is so fragrant and jade, Zhao Yan's somewhat yellowish face can't help but feel bitter.

"Brother Li, are you unhappy?" Although Zhao Yan is a child, he has been in the house for a long time, and his father is a housekeeper, so his emotions will always be subconsciously delicate and sensitive.

"Nope. Brother Li was just thinking about what Yan'er liked to eat, and he would prepare more next time. Li Muqiang held his spirit, smiled his mouth, and his eyes were also a little softer under the pressure of his thoughts.

He really didn't want a child to be infected by grief, and he didn't want to let him notice Bingyan's death.

Such a young child is at a worry-free age, and it is better to stay away from some mundane things that do not need to be faced now.

"Yan'er likes to eat sweet, winter melon candy near the door......."