Changping Village. The sky is clear and the day is bright, but Yang Yongqing's house is filled with a damp and musty smell.

Mr. Mo was sitting by the window with his knees in his arms, his feet bare, his head tilted and staring out the window in a daze.

When she heard Jin's door opening, she turned her head and grinned at Jin and Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing rarely saw Mo. The last time she saw Mo was a year ago.

This poor crazy woman had been locked in the house for a long time, barely seeing the sun, and her face was as pale as paper.

She was so white that the veins and blood vessels under her skin were looming, and her hair was withered and yellow, piled messily on top of her head. She didn't take care of herself anymore, she just sat there with a grin on her face. Her facial features were obviously very good, but her eyes were dark.

There is more white and less black, and spiritual consciousness is getting less and less day by day.

What a poor woman. God brought her to this world and suffered so much.

"Ah!"

Jin patted Yang Ruoqing's arm and pointed to the bed, telling her that Yang Yongqing was lying on the bed.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and turned her gaze to the pile of messy quilts on the bed.

"Little cousin."

She called him and walked straight to the bed.

Behind her, Mrs. Jin put the little girl on the ground. She found a pair of socks by the window, squatted in front of Mrs. Mo, took her feet into her arms and put on the socks for Mrs. Mo.

Mrs. Mo struggled to prevent Mrs. Jin from wearing it, and Mrs. Jin stopped, raised her hand and touched her head with loving eyes, and screamed like an adult coaxing a child.

Mrs. Mo stopped struggling and allowed Mrs. Jin to put on her socks. She even leaned over and kissed Mrs. Jin on the face.

The kiss made her hair wet, and Jin didn't mind it. She looked at Mo with a smile, put her socks on quickly, and found a comb to comb Mo's hair.

Beside the bed, Yang Ruoqing called her several times before Yang Yongqing turned over.

He opened his sleepy eyes and was stunned for a moment when he saw Yang Ruoqing standing in front of the bed.

"Qing'er? Why are you here?" Yang Yongqing asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I came over to check on you earlier. I heard from aunt that you were sick last night, so I came over to check on you."

"What's going on? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?" she asked again.

When asked about this, Yang Yongqing raised his hand and rubbed his belly.

"It's okay. I don't know what's going on. I had a stomachache last night. I had vomiting and diarrhea for a while. My legs have no strength. I feel better now after sleeping."

"Oh? Then why do you have vomiting and diarrhea? Did you eat something bad? Or did you drink some raw or cold water?"

"Logically speaking, I shouldn't. I lay down right after eating last night!"

Lying down after eating?

So, my little cousin has no memory at all of him lying on the river bank like a toad drinking water?

"Shall I ask the doctor to come over and take a look?" she asked again.

Yang Yongqing waved his hand: "No, no, no, I'm not that delicate. I don't have to spend money to hire a doctor. With the spare money, I might as well cut half a catty of flesh off my daughter to make her body longer, right?"

The little girl came to the bed crookedly, stood holding the edge of the bed, tilting her head and looking at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing also looked down at the child.

"Not to mention, this girl is really pretty. Her eyes are big and bright, her eyelashes are long, and her mouth has a nice shape. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up." Yang Ruoqing leaned over and gently squeezed the child's softness.
Chapter completed!