Transmigrated into the Pastoral Scenery

Come down and take you home.what about you?You are dead, you have nothing left, you can't see what I'm doing, and you can't get your son back. "

Er Baozi's mother, seeing indifference in Song Jingwei's eyes, made her feel like a useless fool...

It was as if her life wasn't worth much, and her son's life wasn't worth much.

But who's to say no, in this turbulent situation, who can guarantee how long they can live?Who can guarantee that he will not die under the knife of others?

Now it is a war, and everyone is trying to escape for their lives, all to earn a chance!

"Think about it yourself, whether to continue to wait here quietly for news, or continue to cry and beg for justice. Also, I advise you to think carefully now, what should you do when Er Baozi comes back? I still say the same thing, if you are not willing to pay Just move down the mountain, and no one is obliged to protect you." After Song Jingwei finished speaking, he stopped looking at them, but said to Yang Shi who was beside him: "Mother, clean up the kitchen, let's go to the kitchen and have dinner."

Yang was stunned when he heard the order, then quickly agreed, handed Benben to his grandfather, and went to the kitchen.

Everyone was not in the mood to eat before, Song Jingwei waited with Aunt Liu, and did not intend to have dinner first.But now, Song Jingwei didn't seem to care about Er Baozi's life or death anymore, so he asked Yang to prepare dinner.

Shen Junxi silently held his wife's hand, and accompanied him to look at Er Baozi's family.