The three brothers of the Xiahou family looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to answer this question.
Old Mrs. Xiahou turned to look at her husband. Old Mrs. Xiahou looked stiff and did not dare to tell the truth no matter what.
Mrs. Xiahou's face suddenly turned pale, and the excitement on her face was immediately replaced by panic. She turned to look at the knife and said in a trembling voice: "Qi'er, tell grandma, how is your mother?"
The father and son of the Xiahou family looked panicked and immediately winked at Dao.
Dao is also in a very difficult position. Her mother has passed away a long time ago. He can deceive for a while, but not for the rest of his life. His grandmother will always know. When the time comes, the greater the hope, the greater the blow. If he finds out later, he may be more shocked than he is now.
Very big.
After thinking for a while, Dao opened his mouth and said: "Grandma, mother has passed away."
Dao tried his best to keep his voice as soft as possible, as if he was afraid of being shocked. He also did not tell the time of his mother's death, so as not to let his grandmother know that his mother passed away more than 20 years ago. He became more and more worried.
sad.
Even so, Mrs. Xiahou's face still lost all color in an instant, turning horribly pale. After the muscles on her face shook violently for a few times, the hands holding the knife on her shoulders suddenly tightened...
"My son, my miserable son..." After a moment of dead silence, Mrs. Xiahou broke out into an earth-shattering cry. The cry was sad and hoarse, as if coming from the chest, and it was the most painful cry.
The voice of the heart.
Mrs. Xiahou was crying and beating her chest, as if she was extremely heartbroken.
Yun Jingchu and the others looked on and felt sad, but they didn't know how to persuade him.
"Old lady, stop crying. It's all my fault. You can hit me and scold me, but don't break your body from crying..."
"Yes, mother, it's a good thing that Qi'er is back now, you should be happy..."
"Mom, please stop crying..."
"Mom, if we treat our nephew well from now on, my sister's spirit in heaven will also be happy."
"Mother, my condolences..."
"Mother, be careful with your health..."
The four father-in-law and two daughters-in-law of the Xiahou family hurriedly came forward and hurriedly tried to comfort the old lady.
"My son, my poor son, it's your mother who is useless, she didn't protect you well..." The old lady cried and blamed herself, her face turned purple from crying, her breathing became more and more rapid, and then, her eyes
Once he turned over, he fell backwards and began to gasp for air, as if he was about to pass out.
Daodao and the Xiahou family were so anxious that they were at a loss what to do.
Seeing all this, Yun Jingchu and the others were also anxious. Wu Jiu stepped forward, took out the silver needle from his sleeve, and said to everyone in a warm voice: "I am a doctor, let me take a look at it for the old lady."
"Yes, Mr. Wu, please help my grandma take a look." Dao quickly moved away from his position.
Seeing this, the Xiahou family members quickly got out of the way.
The knife pricked a few needles into Mrs. Xiahou's hand, and Mrs. Xiahou's breathing gradually became smoother. However, the old lady who was no longer panting violently began to cry again...
The Xiahou family members were all anxious, fearing that the old lady would burst into tears today.
Suddenly, Yun Jingchu's eyes flashed, then he stood up and walked to the old lady. He looked at the old lady and said in a cold voice: "Old lady, please stop crying. I think, if your daughter is alive in heaven, now