When everyone in the room heard this, they were both distressed and happy.

Mrs. Dasun said again: "Where is Qing'er? Qing'er, come here quickly and give your Ga Po's pulse!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "My medical skills are not very good, I will ask Uncle Fu to come over."

Soon, Uncle Fu came over and took Mrs. Sun's pulse.

"How am I doing? Is there no need to die?" Old Mrs. Sun looked at Uncle Fu expectantly and asked.

Uncle Fu smiled slightly and said to Old Mrs. Sun: "The old lady is destined to be rich and noble. She is in danger but not in danger."

When Mrs. Sun heard this, a smile appeared on her face, as if she breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Uncle Fu, then you can prescribe some medicine for my grandma, and let's go to the main room." Yang Ruoqing said.

Uncle Fu nodded and followed Yang Ruoqing out of the house. Before Yang Ruoqing left, he winked at Lao Suntou and his uncle.

The two of them were surprised and hurried out, leaving Da Sun's few women in the room.

"Qing'er, why are you winking at us?" Uncle Yang Ruoqing asked Yang Ruoqing with a smile. The joy on the man's face was still there.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at her uncle, shook her head, then turned around and focused her eyes on Uncle Fu.

"Uncle Fu, what's the truth? Tell me!" she said in a deep voice.

Uncle Fu looked up at Yang Ruoqing in front of him, then at the cheerful old Sun Tou and uncle Yang Ruoqing, with a troubled expression on his face, and he hesitated to speak.

Lao Suntou has lived for most of his life, why can't he look like that?

The smile on his face paused, and he looked at Uncle Fu: "Just tell me what the situation is, we... can handle it!"

Although he said he could bear it, the old man's fingers subconsciously tightened.

Uncle Fu sighed and said, "This is a reflection of the past. It's almost... time to prepare for the funeral!"

"What?"

Old Suntou was suddenly startled. If not for Uncle Yang Ruoqing's support, the old man would have fallen to the ground.

"What, what, how could this happen?" Old Sun's head and face were ashen, the corners of his lips were trembling slightly, his whole body was shaking, and his words were somewhat incoherent.

Uncle Fu's words happened to be heard by Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun who entered the room.

The empty bowl in Sun's hand immediately fell to the ground with a shattering sound, and she froze on the spot.

Mrs. Sun staggered and ran to Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, are you kidding me? My mother is obviously well and can eat!"

"Didn't we all say that as long as we can eat, we won't die? Why, why are we still like this..."

Mrs. Sun burst into tears and tightly held Fu Bo's hand without letting go.

Uncle Fu sighed and said helplessly: "This is the return of the light. Once the return of the light is over, it will be really fast. You should... better get ready. I will go back first!"

After Uncle Fu left, Mrs. Sun fell directly to the ground, covering her face and crying.

Mrs. Sun also ran over and hugged the eldest Mrs. Sun. The two sisters hugged each other and cried.

I didn’t dare to cry too loudly for fear of being heard by Mrs. Sun in the room over there.

That night, Ms. Sun wanted to stay here with Mrs. Sun. Yang Ruoqing said, "I'll stay with Mrs. Ga. Mother, please go back and rest. Come back tomorrow."

Mrs. Sun shook her head and said in an extremely firm tone: "No, I must accompany my mother. If I don't, I will never have the chance to accompany her in the future."

These words made Yang Ruoqing shed tears uncontrollably.

As a human being, these few months of this year have been the most painful for her, personally experiencing and participating in the death of loved ones around her...

Although the eldest uncle Yang Hua'an and the second uncle Yang Hualin also passed away before, the feeling of heartache was completely different from that of Ga Po.

Maybe it was a bit immoral to say this, respecting the deceased, but Yang Ruoqing said it from her true heart.

When feelings are not at that level, you won't feel any sadness when the other person dies. At most, you will just sigh.

But if the person who died is a relative you care about, then you will be uncontrollably sad.

You don’t need to deliberately think about it or squeeze out tears, then your mind will turn and turn to that point unconsciously, and then you will be very confused and ask God, why should such suffering befall you?

You will fantasize over and over again and pray for the gods to appear. Even if the hope is slim, you can't help but look forward to it...

In the end, when you find that everything becomes powerless, you will have no other emotions left except sadness and distress.

"Okay, then my mother and I will accompany Grandma." Yang Ruoqing said, her attitude was also extremely determined.

In her memory of growing up, Ga Po was closer than her grandma.

After a while, Mrs. Sun and Xiao Jie also came over. The two mothers took two mats and two pillows and made a bed on the ground.

"Is mother asleep?" Mrs. Sun asked in a low voice.

Mrs. Sun nodded, "I slept well tonight."

Da Sun said: "I may have eaten enough before, so I slept a little soundly tonight."

"I wonder if my milk will be able to eat like today tomorrow?" Xiaojie asked.

Mrs. Sun glanced at Xiaojie, frowned, and fell silent.

"Let's all sleep, our ears will be more sensitive at night." Da Sun said again.

There was a candle in the room, and Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun were sleeping on a mat. The mat was spread on the ground in front of Mrs. Sun's bed. When she looked up, she could see Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie slept on the cool bed under the window here, one at a time.

While sleeping until midnight, Yang Ruoqing suddenly woke up.

"Xiaojie? Xiaojie, what's wrong with you?"

She sat up and looked at Xiaojie.

I saw Xiaojie curled up into a ball, her whole body shaking like a sieve of rice.

"Xiaojie, what's wrong with you? Wake up." Yang Ruoqing gently pushed Xiaojie again.

Xiaojie sat up, grabbed her pillow and quickly fell asleep on Yang Ruoqing's side.

"Borrow it, I'm afraid." She said tremblingly.

"We are all here, what are you afraid of?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Xiaojie hugged her knees and moved closer to Yang Ruoqing.

He looked around with his eyes, then quickly looked back.

"Earlier, someone touched my head when I was sleeping on that side." Xiaojie said.

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and looked around.

On the big bed over there, the curtain fell down, and the sound of Old Mrs. Sun's breathing could be heard from inside.

The sound was like a bellows, whirring.

On the mat on the ground in front of the bed, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun were sleeping back to back. They had been busy all day long, tiring and toiling, and now they lay down and fell asleep.

It's impossible for them to get up and touch Xiaojie's head, so who is touching her head?

"You had a nightmare at night. It's okay. Just lie down and go back to sleep." Yang Ruoqing said.

He raised his hand and gently put his arm around Xiaojie's shoulders, asking her to lie down next to him.

Xiaojie slept inside and Yang Ruoqing slept outside, protecting her inside.

After sleeping for a while, Yang Ruoqing felt drowsily that Xiaojie was shaking again.

"What's wrong, Xiaojie?" Yang Ruoqing turned over and sat up.
Chapter completed!