An Qing didn't know exactly how long the woman had been crying.
She only knew that she fell asleep for three days in a trance leaning on the woman's sweaty and slightly damp body from crying, watching the sun rise to the moon outside the window. rising.
The woman's face was swollen from crying.
She hugged the man's body and kept calling.
Tears filled her face at first, but then there were no more tears, leaving only a hoarse whisper.
On the other side of the kang, the baby was tired from crying and very hungry, so when An woke up and came over, what he saw was that she was clenching her little fists, sucking her fingers constantly, and then sweetly fell asleep.
An Qing felt a little pain in her heart when she saw the little baby.
It was a pain that spread throughout her heart.
She took a deep breath and sneaked into the space while the woman was not paying attention to her.
She found bought some milk powder that she had hoarded during the apocalypse, and then went to boil water.
Because her body was still small, An Qing staggered while carrying the kettle, which was still huge for her current body, so she only filled half of the kettle with water.
The water was boiling on the path where the medicine pot was originally placed. , it opened quickly because there were no bottles collected.
Because of his habit, An Qing could only take out a bowl from the space to soak the milk powder, and then feed the child with a spoon.
Fortunately, the child was well-fed and not picky at all, so he swallowed the milk soaked in milk powder from An Qing's spoon. , even so eager that he didn’t even care about burning his mouth.
"It's really pitiful.
How long did it take for you to be hungry like this?"
An Qing was feeding the baby milk powder while looking at him.
It was a baby girl, very thin, but with big eyes and long eyelashes. , every time she swallowed a mouthful of milk from the spoon, her eyes narrowed slightly, which was so beautiful that An Qing couldn't help but feel a little pity.
Finally, the child was full.
She fell asleep with the spoon An Qing used to feed her milk powder in her mouth.
No matter how much An Qing pulled her, she would not let go.
An Qing sighed and placed the small stainless steel spoon on the baby's head. in hand.
The baby held the spoon in his hand, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he slowly spit out the head of the spoon in his mouth, and began to fall asleep holding the spoon.
"You stay at home and I'll find someone to help with your father's funeral."
The woman cried for a long time.
Although she had accepted her fate and knew that the man was dead and would never wake up again, her expression was a little dull after all, and she let go with some reluctance.
She took the man's hand and got off the bed.
She glanced at the baby and found that the baby was sleeping soundly.
Her shoulders relaxed.
Then she looked at An Qing who was standing next to the baby, frowned slightly, sighed, and hoarsely.
He spoke in a somewhat indistinguishable voice.
While boiling water, An Qing walked around outside the house.
There were woods all around and there were no people around at all.
But now the woman was looking for someone, which made her look at the woman with some confusion.
"Go back to the village to find someone.
Your father is gone.
I have to mourn him and let him return to his roots."
The woman seemed to see An Qing's doubts and said softly, but the sadness on her face became a little thicker and she only said In just one sentence, I even bowed my back.
An Qing has experienced many worlds.
She knows that what the woman said is to let the man's relatives perform the final encoffining ceremony for the man.
But since they are the man's relatives, why are the women so worried?
Many doubts gathered in An Qing's mind.
It came suddenly, and she was afraid of accidents.
An Qing had never accepted the plot, so she didn't understand many things.
However, her body now looks very young and inconspicuous. tgt ttrgt: