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"... fell on the legs, a long series of blisters, scared your father..."

The old lady looked at her daughter, said, and paused again,

"...Yeah, now that you're grown up too...Mom can rest assured."

Looking at her daughter, she said something again, and the old lady turned her head slowly.

……

"...Master, come over and have a look. There are still some untouched vegetables left in this pot. Do you want to shovel them up for you alone, or what..."

"...Then Mom, you drink the soup first, I'll go over and have a look."

Inside the house, the cook who was organizing the funeral feast packed up his things and shouted outside the house,

The middle-aged woman responded, turned around again, said something to her mother, and then walked towards the room again.

Seeing her daughter walk into the room, the old lady slowly turned her head,

With his head down, he looked at the soup in the bowl in front of him, picked up the spoon, filled it, and took a sip slowly.

"...This fourth child has been frizzy since he was a child, just like a boy... But, I know that I love others..."

Holding the spoon, the old lady watched and said.

Picking up the spoon, Lian Ge filled the spoonful of soup and drank it, turned his gaze to the old lady, then turned his gaze back again, but said nothing.

In the yard, it became more and more quiet.

Chapter 458

"...Come on, lift that side up and down."

In the yard, several helpers who organized the funeral banquet put away the round table set up.

On the side, at a table that had been cleaned up, the old Taoist priest who presided over the funeral was holding a brush and writing something on a piece of red paper spread on the table,

"...sir, drink tea..."

The busy middle-aged man brought several cups of tea and put them beside the table.

Turning around, he looked in the yard again, and walked towards the old lady.

……

"mom……"

The old lady was holding the soup bowl, a little silent, drinking spoonful by spoonful.

The middle-aged man walked up to the old lady, sat down beside the old lady, and called out,

The old lady turned her head slowly, looked at her son,

"...Mom, the dishes on the table are a bit cold, why don't I ask the chef to re-fry some dishes for you, you can eat."

The middle-aged man looked at the dishes on the table, turned around, and said to the old lady again,

The old lady looked at her son, shook her head slowly, and then called again,

"...Second."

"...Hey, mom." The middle-aged man leaned towards the old lady, sat on the stool beside him, looked at his mother, and responded.

"...Second child, since you were a child, you have never let your mother and father worry about you... You are also a worry person... Look at your head, you can see white hair..."

The old lady stretched out her hand and lifted it up slowly. Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly lowered his head so that his mother could touch it.

"...look at your hair...it's all white..."

The old lady raised her two hands. The skin on the back of both hands was loose and wrinkled, and the fingers were deformed.

With one hand stroking the hair, the other pinched a hair and pulled it out.

Slowly withdrew his hand, and put the hair on his hand,

"...Usually, you should worry less. About your children, let yourself worry about it..."

"...Isn't Mom still worrying about our affairs?"

The middle-aged man raised his head again, smiled, and said to his mother,

"...you..."

The hair was rolled off the old lady's hands by a gust of wind. The old lady looked at her son, said something, and shook her head again,

"...Mom, do you... have something to say to me..."

Looking at his mother, the smile on the middle-aged man's face gradually faded. He hesitated and asked aloud.

The old lady looked at her son, paused, then shook her head slowly, without saying anything.

……

"...Mom, are you done with the soup? Let me get you another bowl."

The middle-aged woman who walked into the room before came out again. After looking at the bottomed soup bowl on the table, she was a little happy and asked aloud,

"...Then let's have another bowl."

The old lady looked at her daughter, nodded, and said aloud.

"... Give this young man another bowl."

The middle-aged man on the side followed closely and said aloud.

"Thank you."

Glancing at the old lady and the old lady's children, Lian Ge didn't say much, and handed over the soup bowl, thanking her,

"……You're welcome."

After taking the bowl, the middle-aged woman responded, turned around again, picked up the bowl in front of the old lady,

"...Then wait a minute, I'll get you another bowl of soup right now."

After saying a word, the middle-aged woman walked quickly again and walked into the house.

……

"... These stools are your own, come and have a look, we will take them all away for you in a while..."

"...Then Mom, you talk to this young man first, I'll go over there."

Someone greeted her again, and the middle-aged man sitting next to the old lady said something to the old lady, then got up and walked over.

The old lady nodded slowly, watched her son walk away, then slowly turned her head back,

"...This second son, unlike his sister, is much more careful in his thoughts... But he also worries a lot... Worrying about me, his own children..."

It seemed to be speaking to Lian Ge, and as she spoke, the old lady gradually fell silent again,

Glancing at the old lady, Lian Ge turned his gaze back, held the tea on the table with his chopsticks, and took another sip without saying anything.

……

The food on the table is getting colder, and the yard is getting quieter,

After taking away a few tables, behind the stools beside the tables, the yard gradually became empty.

"...Young man, here..."

Holding the soup, the middle-aged woman walked out of the house with two bowls of soup, walked over, and handed a bowl of soup to Lian Ge.

Lian Ge took a look, thanked him again, and reached out to take the bowl of soup.

The middle-aged woman turned around, took the remaining bowl of soup, and put it on the table in front of the old lady.

"...Mom, the soup was a little cold just now, I reheated it again, it was a little hot, mom, drink it slowly."

Putting down the soup bowl, the middle-aged woman sat down beside the old lady.

The old lady looked at her daughter and nodded slowly,

"……mom."

In the main room, an older man and a younger middle-aged man walked out of the main room, walked up to the old lady, and called out,

"...Boss, youngest..."

Turning her head slowly, the old lady called out,

"...Eh, mom..."

The two middle-aged men nodded one after another, agreed, and squatted down in front of the old lady.

"...Boss... Chuchu is almost two years old."

"...Well, yes... In less than two months, he will be two years old... A child, it really changes every day, just like when Xingcheng was a child..."

The older middle-aged man responded,

"...It's the same as when you were young... When you were young, you were skinny... But later, with your second child and third child... you gradually became more sensible, knowing how to take care of your brothers and sisters..."

The old lady looked at her eldest son and said,

The older son listened, with a smile on his face,

"...Your father cut a wooden top for Chuchu some time ago, and it's finished... He even made a small whip... When you go back, bring it back to her..." The old lady turned slowly He turned his head, looked into the empty main room, and said,

"...Okay, Mom..."

Listening to the old lady's words, the two middle-aged men and the middle-aged woman were a little silent.

The eldest son was silent for a while, nodded, and responded.

"...Third brother...you, you like to hide things in your heart since you were a child, just like your father... If you have something to do, you still have to remember to tell your brothers and sisters, they are all your brothers, There's nothing I can't say..."

The old lady turned her head back slowly, looked at her third son, and said,

"...I know, Mom." Nodding, the third son responded.

……

"...Mom, it's getting cold outside, why don't we help you into the house. It's winter too, and the wind is blowing, so don't catch a cold."

The middle-aged man came over again and said to the old lady.

The old lady looked at her son and shook her head slowly.

"...Then we brothers will surround you and surround you, Mom, to help you keep out the wind."

Smiling, the middle-aged man said aloud.

"...Yes, Mom, we will surround you and help you out of the wind."

The squatting eldest son and third son, and the sitting middle-aged woman stood up one after another upon hearing the sound.

Smiling and talking, he surrounded the old lady in the middle.

The chilly wind blows from time to time, blowing the disposable tablecloth hanging by the table, disturbing the skirts of the people in the yard,

The old lady was sitting with her head raised, slowly turning her somewhat cloudy eyes, looking at the children standing around her.

……

After taking another sip of the soup, Lian Ge put down the spoon and stopped eating the dishes on the table.

Turning his gaze, he looked at the old lady around him, the old lady's children, and the old lady.

Chapter 459 Send Fire

"...Mom, it's not cold. How about I go into the house again and get you a thick coat for you to cover?"

"...It's not cold anymore, it's not cold anymore."

Several children of the old lady surrounded the old lady, and the second son stood beside the old lady and asked with a smile.

The old lady raised her head, turned her muddy eyes, and looked at her son and daughter, answering and talking.

"... Sit down, sit down."