Su Jinyu floated aside, tears falling uncontrollably, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

"Mom, you still have Su Bao and Yu'er. We are all here and we will always be here..."

Mrs. Su suddenly came back to her senses. She heard Su Bao's cry and heard her say that she was scared.

She hugged the little baby in her arms tightly and finally couldn't help crying.

Mrs. Su bent her back deeply, hugged Su Bao tightly and cried loudly: "Su Bao, grandma has no seventh son. Grandma's seventh son can no longer come back to grandma alive and kicking."

"Grandma no longer has a seventh child..."

Her cloud dynasty is really like the morning glow on the edge of the clouds, which once appeared so brilliantly, full of vitality and hope.

But she quickly disappeared from the human world, and she would never see the morning glow again.

She named him Yun Chao, Yin Zhao, hoping that he would be like the morning sun at eight or nine o'clock...

When he was a child, he signed up for school. Every time the teacher pronounced the word wrong, she would always take the trouble to correct him, saying it was zhao instead of chao.

Later, as he grew older, she no longer corrected his name with others. She laughed it off when others pronounced him "Chao" (Su Yun Chao), and even explained that it didn't matter whether they pronounced "Chao" or "Chao"...

But she won't have this opportunity to correct herself in the future. She regrets why she didn't correct it more times.

"Grandma can't wait for your seventh uncle to come back any longer..." Mrs. Su cried uncontrollably.

Everyone's eyes were red, or they were holding back their cries. They were afraid when the old lady didn't cry, but they were still afraid when she cried.

I'm afraid that she won't be able to bear it, that she will be extremely sad after crying, and what if she falls ill and cannot afford it.

Su Yun kept rolling toward his Adam's apple, and his throat seemed to be stuck with cotton, leaving only an outlet for tears to drip down.

When he saw the pill that Su Bao was holding tightly in his hand, he suppressed his tears and said rather coquettishly: "Mom, I want to eat sweets."

Mrs. Su burst into tears and said repeatedly: "Eat candy, okay, eat candy... We, the seventh child, want to eat candy."

He must have been in a lot of pain when he was outside. Did it hurt when he was sacrificed?

When he was a child, he was most afraid of pain. Every time he got a vaccination, she would give him candy to coax him.

"Candy..." Mrs. Su was looking for candy in a panic.

Su Bao quickly poured out all the elixirs in his hand and said, "Grandma, there is candy here..."

Mrs. Su quickly grabbed it and said, "Okay, there is candy here..."

Seeing the old lady talking to herself, the military personnel could no longer bear it and temporarily retreated outside, wiping their tears fiercely.

Mrs. Su gave Su Yunchao some "candy" and said, "Eat it quickly. It won't hurt anymore."

Su Yunchao smiled, with tears still hanging on his face, and refused to agree: "I want you to eat with me, Mom."

Mrs. Su nodded repeatedly, grabbed the candy and put it directly into her mouth without knowing which one was which.

The "sugar" melted all at once, and she couldn't taste the sweetness at all, but her attention was not on it now. She didn't even notice why the candy disappeared after entering her mouth, and she even forgot when she "

Swallowed.

She pulled Su Yunchao up, and while taking the trouble to arrange his military uniform, she kept telling him:

"On Huangquan Road...you should pay more attention and get to the Palace of the King of Hell as early as possible."

"Don't worry about mom too much when you get there. Mom is fine. She'll be fine."

"When you settle down and eat whatever you want, remember to tell your mother your dreams..."

She also wanted to say, if she were to be reincarnated again, could she not forget her mother?

But when she was reincarnated and became a human again, how could she still be his mother? How could she embarrass her son and ask him to remember her.

Mrs. Su couldn't help crying, and she cried while giving instructions.

Su Yunchao said over and over again: "Mom, I won't leave, I will come back to see you often..."

Mrs. Su only nodded: "Okay..."

But she didn't dare to ask for it. After death, the king of hell will be in charge. There are rules everywhere. If you can come back casually, how can there be such a thing as yin and yang in the world?

Su Yichen communicated with the people from the military department outside, writing down when to pick up the body, and when to greet and bury it.

Mr. Su didn't know when he stood behind Su Yichen, as if he had aged ten years suddenly, silently listening to his son's burial arrangements.

Su Ying'er had been stunned at the door for a long time and had never come back to his senses. He listened blankly to his mother's cry, watched blankly as his eldest brother handed over the funeral affairs of the seventh child to the military department, and blankly looked at his old father's rickets.

He bent down and listened with a face filled with vicissitudes of life.

Su Zilin stepped forward to help him: "Dad, you go back first, there are a few of us here."

Mr. Su shook his head: "It's better for me to do it. Your mother can't take charge of these things. There must be an elder..."

The howling wind and snow drowned out the sounds behind Mr. Su.
Chapter completed!