Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

The Demon God whose body is a snake, at this moment showed her tenderness and temptation as a snake, with a rising tone and a smile at the end, she gently pressed it against Wutong's ear: "I promise you that I will let you embrace death at the end of your life. , but on the contrary, you have to die. So, in order for me to go out in the future and not be laughed at by others as a fool, I ask you, teacher, to live a little longer... Oh, of course, if you don't keep your promise, I will save you. Kill all those humans and let them all kneel in front of your grave. Whenever you look back at them, I will let them go."

Wutong raised his eyebrows: "Threat? You want both."

Qingqiu: "Uh-huh."

The final result can be regarded as a step back for both of them. But Qingqiu wasn't kidding when he said that Xiaojiu's mother was dying.

Originally, Xiaojiu's mother's body was reduced to ashes. Now, although she is taking medicine day and night, she is obviously gradually feeling more qi and less qi. In recent days, she has stopped sewing and has been talking about her daughter.

In fact, as early as winter, Xiaojiu had already prepared that his mother would not see this spring. Qingqiu said when he made the first diagnosis that the patient would not live long if he was terminally ill. As the only relative, Xiaojiu naturally knew the situation immediately.

The half-grown child nodded blankly and said he understood, then returned to the kitchen, stood in front of the fire and stared at the medicine gurgling on the stove.

One stop lasts all afternoon.

The snow falling in the yard is as dazzling as the white shroud in the cupboard where the wine is kept. Moreover, perhaps thinking that he was already a grown-up child, Xiaojiu did not reveal any sadness, vulnerability, tears or sobs to his mother even though he digested himself alone in front of the stove for three days.

Looking back now, my mother not only survived the winter, but also survived the spring. The two of them were able to steal half a year, and Xiaojiu was content.

So there is no need for Qingqiu and Wutong to tell, they can feel the little wine they take care of themselves bit by bit. Mother will sleep forever, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow's nap.

As usual, Xiaojiu tucked her mother into bed and lay down on her side. I watched silently for a long time, slowly closing my eyes under the moonlight.

Have sweet dreams, mother.

Fourth day.

When Wutong was hanging clothes and bed sheets in the courtyard, he met Yuehan who happened to be chopping firewood next door. He couldn't get away from the drink, and without the benefit of a child at this moment, maybe in Yuehan's eyes, she was just an old witch who deceived simple people.

Well...don't want to cause trouble.

Looking at the figure under the maple tree with his back turned, Yue Han had practiced the words for a long time and returned to before liberation. The boy timidly poked his head out from behind the door and called out to his aunt.

He also saw it just now, a beautiful figure under the maple tree. That should be the fairy sister who brings bitter soup every time. He originally wanted to run over to see how the other person looked, and also wanted to ask the fairy sister if the medicine would be less bitter next time. It's a pity that he can't get emotional or speak too loudly, otherwise he will be out of breath. My aunt will be very worried and worried to the point of tears.

But recently, my aunt takes a deep breath every day and looks at the corner, the mirror, or even the stove while cooking. He was somewhat literate and could understand the words that seemed to be greetings.

It's really strange. Why didn't my aunt just call the fairy sister and talk to her?

Little Douding held on to the door frame and raised his head: "Auntie, she is so beautiful. Can I go find her?"

Children don't understand those complicated things. They just feel that looking at the back from a distance looks like the fluttering clothes of their mother in the dream. I admire and love it.

Yuehan was speechless for a while when she was asked. She thought that a person in her forties was not as tall as a tall kid, but she really couldn't let her go alone, so she could only say apologetically: "...Tomorrow. .”

The boy was very obedient and looked at the maple tree reluctantly. He had only heard the other party's voice, vaguely, because he could only listen carefully through the cabinet and his ear against the door. Although my aunt always likes to play patience games with him, if he wins, he will get sweet sugar water.

Sugar water is the best thing in the world!

After drying the clothes and returning to the house, Wutong didn't know Yuehan's inner struggle. She only knew that she would have to organize her words when she went next door to ask about the medicine collection tomorrow.

Xiaojiu had just finished taking care of her mother and went to bed. Unexpectedly, my mother felt better today. She closed the door with the medicine bowl and left. Just now she was joking to herself, maybe God was blessing her?

The topics of death, regret, and parting should obviously not be interpreted by children who have to step on stools to pick up things. As a competent adult. Wutong once led Xiaojiu to learn to say goodbye to her deceased brother.

The child may be confused about the relevant principles, but she has heard and read a lot.

Now as an adult, this is when that damn sense of responsibility kicks in again. Under the influence of Mr. Yao's education, Wutong's morality remained at a very high level even during the war. After all, when she was young, every household in the village used to help when someone died. She had experienced this firsthand.

Xiaojiu is still young, so she can help as much as she can. Adults are just there to support juniors. In both emotional and rational terms, it was impossible for her to be a hands-off shopkeeper and do nothing.

Moreover, before leaving the hospital, Qingqiu said that the patient's body was just like this now anyway, so it would be better to take the last two doses and stay in bed for a few more days. So after lunch I went straight out to look for something.

Of course, this was said in front of Wutong.

Although the devil doesn't care about the strange taboos of humans, Qingqiu has always done whatever he wants, says what he wants, and has no taboos. If he doesn't accept it, he will fight. If he wins, he can consider it. But Wutong refused, even though he was not superstitious about the gods. But no matter what, you have to pay attention to the overall environment and situation, so Qingqiu should be careful not to find things to do randomly.

Qingqiu frowned, hating humans was trouble.

Wutong spoke sincerely, hoping that Qingqiu could understand that the other party was the trouble itself.

The sun is almost setting.

Qingqiu came back with a bunch of herbs that Xiaojiu had never seen before. He put them on the table and reached out to stir them up, asking the other party to add some of them to the medicine jar tonight and boil them for an extra hour.

Xiaojiu groaned, stepped on the stool and took out the medicine bags arranged in the cabinet, opened them one by one, put them in the ones divided on the table, and then packed them carefully.