He tilted his head, holding a cigarette in his hand, and blinked at her: "Sister Queluo? I just saw your father running out... By the way, is Aunt Mo here? My father wants to talk to her.
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Xiaoqueluo's little body was trembling, and he could clearly recall the scene that had just happened in his mind. He shook his little head, desperately treating that scene as a dream, squatting on the ground and crying.
"Little Queluo... don't, don't cry..." A chubby hand patted Xiao Queluo's shoulder. Seeing that Xiao Queluo was still crying, he raised his eyebrows with a weird look, "Look, don't cry.
, I will play a tune for you."
As soon as the miserable flute sounded, Xiaoqueluo cried even harder. Her mother was gone, and so was Xiaoluan. All of this was because she was too cowardly and useless.
Seeing the little bird crying more and more, he couldn't think of a way to do it, so he hugged him and coaxed softly: "Don't cry, don't cry. If you cry, a big bad wolf will come and eat you."
"Mom...Mother..." Not listening to his words at all, Xiaoqueluo could only hug herself and cry. She couldn't do anything. At that time, she couldn't do anything.
On one side is the little bird, across the screen, on the other side is Muyin covering her mouth and crying. Like a dividing line, she looks at the little him.
"Shao'an, what are you doing? Why did I ask you to call Aunt Mo for so long?" A serious voice sounded, and then Muyin saw the person.
She remembered that this was Uncle Zhan Zhan Zhiyuan. And the one who coaxed him was... Zhan Shao'an. The young one, Zhan Shao'an.
Seeing Xiao Queluo waking up, Zhan Zhiyuan was startled, as if he knew something, and said tremblingly: "Queluo... did your mother... use it..."
"Uncle Zhan!" He stood up and bumped his small body into Zhiyuan's arms, as if he was feeling the last warmth. It was so warm. At this time... even the embrace became so luxurious.
"Woo..." Zhan Shao'an was so frightened that he started crying, and the Xiao in his hand fell to the ground, "Dad, Queluo keeps crying, Shao'an can't coax her to laugh..."
"Don't cry... don't cry..." Having said this, Zhan Zhiyuan's own eyes became moist. Looking at the long night, he also knew that Han Xuze should not be able to withstand this blow.
The funeral is extremely simple.
The mourning hall was also very simple, after all, the fire destroyed everything. Little Queluo knelt stubbornly in front of the mourning hall, looking at the words engraved on the tablet, without saying a word.
With his small shoulders shrugging, Han Xuze stood aside and watched with cold eyes. When he saw the tablet "Mo Shi'er", his vision gradually blurred.
Zhan Zhiyuan stood aside, holding the little Zhan Shao'an, silent. For a time, the momentum was huge, and at this moment, only Han Xuze and Han Queluo were left in the Han family.
Zhan Zhiyuan and Han Xuze have been good brothers since childhood, and they are also the last people to support Han Xuze and Xiao Queluo.
The mourning hall was set up for three days, and Xiaoqueluo knelt for three days, while Han Xuze stood behind and watched for how long.
At this time, Xiao Shao'an came over with food, looked at Xiao Queluo hesitantly and said: "Let's have something to eat..."
"No." He was so young, but he was so stubborn. After thinking about it, he glanced at Han Xuze who was standing behind him, bit his lower lip at Xiao Shao'an, "You can give it to my daddy."
Turning around hesitantly, Xiao Shaoan looked at the cold-faced Han Xuze and stammered: "Han...Uncle Han, use, eat."