"You stayed with your mother all night.
What about your father?
When did your father come back?
Are you up?"
After hearing what An Qing said, Aunt Zhao looked at the obvious redness in the child's eyes and the dark circles under her eyes.
I was a little angry with Li's father and wanted to go see Li's mother, but I was worried that Li's father was still at home and it would be inconvenient.
"I haven't seen my dad for a long time.
He hasn't been home for a long time."
When Li's father was mentioned, An Qing's face dimmed instantly, her brows were furrowed tightly, and she bit her lip and muttered.
In the past, in order to save Li's father's face, Li's mother always said that Li's father was busy and always came back very late when asked.
Now An Qing has lifted all the fig leaves that Li's mother used to beautify Li's father.
Although Aunt Zhao is old, she is not a fool.
When she heard what An Qing said, she immediately understood.
Knowing that Li's mother was usually covering for Li's father, she became even more worried and stopped pumping water from the well.
He put the bucket aside, wiped the water stains on his hands, took An Qing's hand, and walked to Li's house.
An Qing was waiting for Aunt Zhao to be like this.
She obediently allowed Aunt Zhao to pull her.
When she entered the house and walked to Li's mother's room, she deliberately slowed down and said, "Grandma Zhao, my mother rarely sleeps well."
Sleep, let’s do it quietly.”
After hearing this, Aunt Zhao's eyes turned red.
She rubbed An Qing's hair and said, "Okay, An Qing is the best.
Grandma Zhao listens to you.
Let's do it quietly."
After opening the curtain of the door entering the house, Aunt Zhao saw Li's mother lying on the ground covered with a quilt and not breathing at all.
Tears fell down in a flash.
She bit her lip, tried hard to hold back the tears, and said with luck I walked forward, hoping that I was wrong, but touching the already cold body, I couldn't stop crying.
An Qing knew that Aunt Zhao already knew that Mother Li was dead.
She deliberately stepped forward and touched Mother Li's hand, frowned, and said with a worried look on her face: "Why is it so cold even after I covered my mother with a quilt?
I'll go again."
Get a quilt to cover mom."
An Qing said, going to get another quilt, but Aunt Zhao held her in her arms.
"Child, there's no need to cover it.
There's no need to cover it.
Your mother isn't cold anymore.
She won't be cold anymore."
Aunt Zhao originally wanted to comfort An Qing, but looking at the child's confused eyes and clear eyes, His eyes gradually turned frightened, and he could no longer speak.
"Grandma Zhao, my mother, is my mother dead?"
An Qing asked, deliberately grabbing Aunt Zhao's arm and shaking her, her eyes as red as a rabbit.
"Good boy, without a mother, Grandma Zhao will take care of you and your brother from now on.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Aunt Zhao didn't know what to say, so she could only hold An Qing in her arms and let her tears flow freely.
An Qing glanced at Li's mother lying there, and then at Aunt Zhao who was crying beside her.
She suddenly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, broke away from Aunt Zhao's arms, and said sadly: "Grandma Zhao, I won't cry anymore.
And my brother, I will cook for him later.
He will be hungry when he wakes up.
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Mom has been tired and suffered for so long, so let her sleep well.
She never slept well when she was alive."
Aunt Zhao couldn't tell what she was feeling, she just felt aching and cramping in her heart.
She and the Li family were just neighbors, not relatives, but because of the child Anqing and how sensible the child was, her tears stopped.
Can't stop Anqing carefully covered Li's mother with a quilt, and then walked to her younger brother Li Anran's room with red and tearful eyes.
She held Li Anran who had just woken up in her arms and whispered softly: "Anran , my sister and you will depend on each other from now on, and my sister will take care of you." tgt ttrgt: