The night was like water, Jian Yi took a bottle of wine out, sat alone on the rattan chair and drank it slowly. The cold moonlight enveloped her, she curled up like a baby, and the shadows on the ground were sad and few.

Jian Yi didn't know when she curled up on the rattan chair and fell asleep, but she saw her grandparents in her dream, looked at her lovingly and smiled, told her to be well, and then gradually went away.

Jian Yi woke up with tears streaming down her face, and someone gently stroked her cheek. She opened her eyes as if she was awake, sat on the side, and gently wiped away the tears from her face with her fingertips.

At this moment, neither of them spoke, and Zhou Qi only quietly hugged her into his arms. After half a ring, he carried her upstairs.

Probably fell asleep on the rattan chair and caught a cold, and Jian Yi woke up only to find that his throat was very sore. It was cloudy outside, and she lay motionless on the bed.

Zhou Qi and the little guy had already gotten up, and the two of them in the yard were muttering and didn't know what they were talking about, and the business was deliberately lowered. Last night's dream was so real, she lay in bed for a while before she slowly got up. Open the window and look at the father and son in the yard.

The father and son were crouching in the corner, poking at something with sticks. Curious, Jian Yi asked, "What are you two doing?" Her voice was slightly hoarse.

The little one heard her mother's voice and called out to her cheerfully, and motioned for her to be quieter, saying, "We're sending the ants home." Mom, would you like to come and see it too?"

Jian Yi was lazy and couldn't get up, and said, "Don't, you and your father can watch it."

The little one snorted, ignored her and continued to look at the ants. Jian Yi closed the window, put on her shoes and went upstairs.

Downstairs, Aunt Qing had already boiled millet porridge, and the sweet fragrance wafted in the air. She also steamed xiaolongbao, which was hot and fat. When she saw Jian Yi, she asked her to wash up quickly, and everyone waited for her to have breakfast.

Jane agreed, washed up, and beckoned the father and son to come for breakfast.

Hearing her voice a little hoarse, Zhou Qi came in and asked, "Got a cold?"

Jian Yi sighed and said, "My throat hurts a little. I'll be fine with two pills later." For a period of time after the car accident, her physical condition has been very poor, and she will catch a cold and fever at every turn. In recent years, it has been better, it is easy not to catch a cold, even if it is a cold in winter, it is good to sweat after taking medicine.

A few people sat down to eat breakfast, and Zhou Qi patiently took xiaolongbao for the little guy, and stirred to make the millet porridge not so hot. He doesn't have to go to work today, but it's very clean, and his phone hasn't rang yet.

Probably because of the cold, Jian Yi couldn't taste anything at all, only yawning vigorously. I barely ate a xiaolongbao and drank half a bowl of millet porridge.

After breakfast, she was ready to go upstairs to catch up on sleep, Zhou got up and got her medicine, let her eat it and go to sleep.

Aunt Qing saw the two of them smile like this, and coaxed the little guy to eat another xiaolongbao.

Before she finished taking the medicine and went upstairs, her mobile phone rang, and the call was from Jian Lan. Yesterday, they didn't go to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together, so let them go over to eat today, and everyone was free during the holiday.

Jian Yi actually couldn't lift his energy, but it was true that it hadn't passed for a while, so he responded. After hanging up the phone, she was listless and said that she was going to Fan's house in the evening.

Zhou Qi knew that she was not feeling well and asked her to go upstairs to sleep. Since they were going there, they didn't go home, so they went straight from here in the afternoon.

Jian Yi nodded and went upstairs.

My mind was chaotic, but I couldn't sleep when I collapsed on the bed. Obviously, she took cold medicine, but later Zhou Qi brought another bowl of Chuanbei rock sugar and pear soup, saying that it was boiled by Aunt Qing, and she had a sore throat and drank a little sweat.

Jian Yi had to get up and eat a bowl of Sydney.

She drank the pear soup and didn't leave, reached out and touched her forehead, and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Sort of." Jian Yi replied honestly: "My head is very heavy, but I don't feel sleepy at all." She pulled the quilt over her face.

Zhou Qi sighed and asked, "Do you want to find a book for you to read, and you will fall asleep after listening to it for a while."

Jian Yi's eyes were shining, and the chick nodded like a peck and said yes.

Zhou Qi couldn't help laughing, reached out and rubbed her hair, got up to find her a book.

He is experienced in the matter of studying, and the magnetic voice is not slow and sluggish, and he is fascinated by the simple listening, and his eyelids are gradually heavy, and he doesn't even know when he fell asleep.

She was woken up by Aunt Qing's terrible shouts, and her mind was still confused, she had realized that something was wrong, and jumped out of bed and ran downstairs without wearing her shoes.

In the living room, Aunt Qing was confronting a woman, asking each other in a trembling voice, "Who are you?" Put the kid down, or I'll call the police right away!"

The woman was on the other side of the living room, the light in the room was a little dim, and her face was in the shadows, and she couldn't see it clearly for a while. And she was pulling Zhou Ying in her hand, and the little guy desperately wanted to get rid of her, but he grabbed it tightly, and he was already scared and cried at this time.

Although he couldn't see the woman's face clearly, he recognized it as Chen Qiaohe at a glance from the figure. She has lived with her roommate for several years, I don't know how many days and nights, how can she not recognize her.

Her heart was half cold, and she didn't know how she got here. But now it makes no sense to think about it, the most important thing now is to bring the little one from her side.

She tried to retreat, but Chen Qiaohe had already found her, and he actually raised his head, showed a bright smile at her, and said, "The person who came is a guest, don't you welcome me?" It's been a long time since I've been here."

She looked around for a moment, and continued, "It's the same place as before, but I didn't expect even the old lady to go so soon."

She was deliberately provoking Jian Yi.

Jian Yi knew that she was like a trapped beast at the moment, and there was nothing she couldn't do. She clenched her fingers tightly, restrained her anxiety to calm herself, and slowly walked downstairs, asking Aunt Qing to pour two cups of tea as if nothing had happened. It looks like it's really hospitable.

Someone suddenly appeared in the living room and held the little guy hostage, Aunt Qing was terrified, but at this moment she also tried to keep her composure and poured tea as Jian Yi ordered.

But as soon as she moved, Chen Qiaohe spoke up and said word by word, "You two, no one is allowed to move. If anyone moves, I'll be unkind to him!"

She pulled the little one in front of her, and with her other hand took out a small knife that was shining brightly.