"Why do you have to sleep like this? My daughter is older and it is not convenient for me as a father to sleep in the same room."

Yang Huazhong interrupted Sun's words and shook his head repeatedly.

Mrs. Sun glared at him, "Where did you think you were? I haven't even finished speaking!"

"What do you say!"

Never mind Po Tian, ​​Yang Huazhong was determined to be a dead man. As a father, it was not convenient for him to sleep in the same room with his daughter.

Even if it's a biological child like Qing'er, it can't be done, let alone Duo'er, who is not a biological child.

Although I have long thought that Duo'er is my biological child, outsiders don't think so after all. If they sleep in the same room and people find out, the gossip will cause harm to Duo'er!

However, Sun's next words made Yang Huazhong hesitate again.

Because Sun told Yang Huazhong everything about the two nightmares Duo'er had.

"Don't talk about Duo'er, if it were me, I would be scared to wake up if I had such a dream within a dream." Sun's hands kept moving, and there were more and more wontons in the pot, each one white and tender.

Throw the wontons into the boiling water. After a while, the cooked wontons will start to float up.

After the wontons are cooked, the meat filling in the middle is pink and tender, which is beautiful.

But neither of them bothered to look at the beautiful wontons in the pot at the moment. Mrs. Sun then said to Yang Huazhong: "I don't dare to tell you something because I'm afraid you'll scold me for overthinking it."

"Actually, I stayed with Duo'er that night, and while I was taking a breather at the door of the house, I saw a dark figure standing in the passageway between the courtyard wall and the kitchen in the Xiang family's second room."

"The villagers who came to help at that hour had already dispersed, and everyone left behind by the Xiang family was also in the house. The black figure just stood there. My hair stood on end, and I quickly pulled Duo'er back.

Room."

"Now that I think about it, that dark shadow looks familiar. Isn't it Jin Nan?"

After hearing what Sun said, Yang Huazhong's brows knitted together.

"Duo'er is tired. Pregnant people like to feel guilty and have troubled dreams. You are dazzled. Don't scare yourself. Isn't there a piece of gossip at home? Last time I went to the Taoist temple to burn incense, the piece given by Taoist priest Yuan was still there.

Do you remember?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Of course I remember. I hung that piece of gossip beside Hua'er's bed to ward off evil spirits."

Yang Huazhong thought for a moment, "Take it off and hang it next to Duo'er's bed tonight to see how it goes."

Mrs. Sun was surprised: "How to arrange the flowers?"

Yang Huazhong said: "If you really can't, ask Duo'er to sleep together in the flower house tonight. You can go too and set up a shop to accompany them. I won't close the door tonight, it will be open. If there is any movement over there, I will call you right away."

Rush over and try this for a night first to see what happens."

Mrs. Sun lowered her head and thought about it carefully. This was indeed a good compromise, so she nodded: "Okay, I will talk to the sisters later."

At night, Hua'er's house is brightly lit.

Feng'er didn't understand things in the adult world, so she changed into sleeping clothes and performed somersaults on the spacious bed for Duo'er to watch, giggling with excitement.

When Duo'er saw her nephew, whom she had raised single-handedly, she liked him very much and played games with Feng'er there.

Hua'er was sitting at the table, sewing and sewing, holding a small dress in her hand. From time to time, she glanced at the two people playing on the bed, a big one and a small one, with a smile on her face.

"Feng'er, you can play with your little aunt, but don't kick your feet randomly, especially don't kick your little aunt's belly, remember?"

Hua'er couldn't help but remind him that when this four-year-old boy is most naughty, he can't stop unless he falls asleep. His energy is so frightening.

Feng'er was halfway through somersaulting. When he heard his mother's words, he turned over and raised his little head and said to Hua'er seriously: "Because my little aunt has a little sister in her belly, you can't kick her, right?"

"

Hua'er nodded: "Yes."

"If I accidentally kick her, my little sister will cry, right?"

Hua'er was stunned for a moment, held back her laughter, and nodded again: "Yes."

Feng'er stretched out her little hand and gently touched Xiaoduo's still uneven belly through her clothes, and said with a serious face: "Sister, don't be afraid. When you come out, my brother will play with you every day. Whoever bullies you, I will

Just hit whoever you want!"

Xiaoduo held Feng'er in her arms and rubbed Feng'er's soft head. All the fears of the previous two days disappeared at this moment.

At this time, Feng'er suddenly pointed at Mrs. Sun and asked curiously: "What is grandma doing? Why are you walking around? Are you still mumbling?"

Xiaohua and Xiaoduo looked at Mrs. Sun together. Mrs. Sun had been so busy that she almost never stopped since she entered the house.

First, he came over and wiped the Bagua hanging beside the big bed, and then threaded a silver needle through the four corners of the tent.

He took a kitchen knife and placed it outside the window sill, and stuffed a kitchen knife at the door.

At this moment, I don’t know what I am stuffing under the pillow, and I am mumbling something, as if I am reciting something like ‘Namo Amitabha’...

Xiaohua and Xiaoduo looked at each other, both of them feeling helpless.

Although I had those two nightmares, dreams are still dreams after all. If I go back to my parents' house and change the environment, I should not have nightmares anymore, but I am too nervous, right?

Shame!

"Your baby is doing your job, Feng'er is good, it's time to go to bed!" Xiaohua put down her work, got up and came to the bedside to put Feng'er to sleep.

Feng'er obediently let go of Xiao Duo, and lay obediently on the innermost side of the bed. Under Xiao Hua's gentle caress, she fell asleep in a short while.

"Mom, Duo'er, it's getting late, let's go to bed."

Xiaoduo nodded and lay down, but Mrs. Sun came to the bedside and said to Duoer: "If you dream of the window being open again, don't get up and close it. Just call me, mother, and I will come over. And

ah……"

"mother!"

Xiaohua couldn't help crying, so she interrupted Sun: "Duo'er hasn't gone to bed yet, you just told me so many things, I wouldn't have dreamed about that piece originally, but you said too much and even me started to dream about it, go to sleep.

The people in our room are very busy, go to sleep!"

Xiaoduo nodded repeatedly, and Mrs. Sun helped them put down the tent. Then she returned to her shop and lay down, keeping her ears open to listen to what was going on outside.

In the room opposite, the lights in Yang Huazhong's room were also on, and the man was lying on the bed with his clothes on, listening to what was going on in Sun's room.

The night deepened little by little, and the villagers who had been busy all day gradually fell into sleep. From far and near, a few intermittent barkings of dogs could be heard occasionally.

In the second half of the night, even the dogs stopped barking, and everything became quiet and deep.

Yang Huazhong started snoring, and Mrs. Sun had been listening to his snoring for a lifetime. It was like hearing a lullaby. Her eyelids couldn't help but tremble, and she fell asleep without realizing it.

The doors and windows were closed, and candles were lit on the table in the room.

A gust of wind came in from nowhere and blew through the curtain. A corner of the curtain was lifted, revealing Xiaoduo's sleeping face, and the curtain fell again.

Xiaoduo suddenly opened his eyes.

She heard someone calling her outside the window, and the voice was so familiar.

She glanced at her side, where Hua'er was sleeping soundly with Feng'er in her arms, and on the shop floor, a corner of Sun's quilt was uncovered.

Yes, that was her mother calling her in the yard.

"Duo'er..."

"Duo'er..."

One voice was high, the other was low, and there was anxiety and pain in the voice.

The door is also wide open. Did my mother fall in the yard?
Chapter completed!