Granny Meng gave her a bowl of soup

Xu Ruying has been secretly observing the two of them for the past few days.

These are the closest relatives she was most familiar with, and she knows their tempers too well.

These two people, before this, were not strong characters.

Once upon a time, Xiao Mingyu and Song Wanyue came to this city alone and wandered alone. She didn't dare to bring her mother here, fearing that she would suffer together with her when she got old. Lan come here.

Huang Lan always smiled and said: "I know you are filial, but Mom is used to life in the countryside and can't adapt to the big city anymore. You and Wan Yue's mom will be content."

And what about Wanyue?

Basically, after having her, there are no close friends except Fa Xiao Zhang Hui, and the most favorite thing to do is to cling to her.

Most of the time, she is so busy with work that she spends the whole night in front of the computer without even having time to talk, but her Wan Yue just stays with her obediently and sensiblely, watching her lessons and saying in Wan Yue's words : "As long as you are in front of my eyes, I feel happy."

Just like these two "solitary" and weak people, at this time, because of Ming Yu's sudden departure, they comforted each other and licked their wounds, which became the reason for them to keep going.

The eighth day after Ming Yu left.

Perhaps thinking that she would never come back again, Song Wanyue, who was disheartened, was finally crushed and she fell ill.

Huang Lan is a woman who has been in the countryside all her life. She can't find it anywhere at this age, and she doesn't even know what to give Wan Yue to the medicines for daily care.

Wanyue fever was drowsy and he comforted her with a hoarse voice: "Auntie, I'm fine, just sleep and I'll be fine."

Huang Lan was very anxious: "Then you have to take medicine, how can you get better if you don't take medicine? Where is the medicine at home?"

Song Wanyue sat up with her body propped up, and she pointed to the medicine box next to her: "I took it."

With just such a movement, her back was wet with sweat: "There are dumplings I bought in the freezer, you go and eat some first, I'll sleep for a while..."

Huang Lan quickly helped her to lie down: "Leave me alone, go to sleep."

In the past, Ming Yu would always pick her up to live for a period of time during every festival and holiday.

Wanyue's body has been weak since she was a child, and she often suffers from colds when she grows up. Huang Lan has seen with her own eyes how fragile Wanyue is in front of her daughter.

When she fell ill with a cold, she would curl up on the bed, look at Ming Yu pitifully like a puppy with tears in her eyes, and often times, she would stretch out her arms to beg for a hug.

And what about Mingyu?

Distressed like something, what to do.

At this time, Wan Yue likes to eat preserved egg porridge made by Ming Yu the most. She will curl up in her arms, eat what Ming Yu feeds her, and at the same time act coquettishly and awkwardly: "It's not good for Auntie to see."

Xiao Mingyu would scratch her nose and ask with a smile, "Now you know I'm sorry?"

Every time, Huang Lan pretended that she was blind and couldn't see anything, and hurried away with her old face flushed.

……

Now, the person who loved her is gone.

No one can make her rely on.

Song Wanyue rolled her body into a ball, her hands tightly covering her chest, her clothes were wet with sweat, she felt dizzy and felt extremely sad, she couldn't help but put the ring on her ring finger on her lips and kissed it gently .

Mingyu, Mingyu...

******

Xu Ruying was waiting at the door early in the morning.

She watched Huang Lan hurried downstairs, asking all kinds of questions before arriving at the community hospital, and because she didn't have medical insurance and didn't bring her ID card, she stood there anxiously and tears were about to fall, looking at the nurses passing by Keep saying: "I have money... I have money... My child is sick... I want to prescribe medicine..."

Huang Lan can read and write, she saw that the medicine Wan Yue took was not right for her symptoms.

She is overly sad and has a low immune system. Yesterday, she waited at the door all night, braving the wind.

The nurse was busy, so she glanced at her impatiently: "If you have money, you have to register. Have you registered at the window?"

……

Huang Lan bit her lip. She squinted her eyes and looked at the window. Without reading glasses, she couldn't see clearly. Sweat was dripping from her anxious forehead.They are all local village doctors, and they are very familiar with everyone. If anyone has something to do, they can go to the infirmary directly, or if it is serious, they can call the village doctor directly.

In this city with no daughter and no relatives, Huang Lan felt helpless for the first time. The white hair on her forehead was vicissitudes of life, and her eyes were full of cloudy helplessness.

"Auntie."

Xu Ruying couldn't bear the sadness and distress, she paced out and tried her best to smile: "What a coincidence, are you prescribing medicine?"

Huang Lan saw her startled, and then she seemed to be grasping at straws: "Yes, I... My child is sick and has a fever. I want to prescribe some antipyretics. But I can't... I have an ID card At home, do I have to go back, I, I..."

her children.

It's Wanyue.

Xu Ruying pursed her lips, trying to suppress the pain in her heart, "Don't worry, I'll help you."

Looking at the white-haired mother, Xu Ruying's heart was about to break. While comforting the old man, she prescribed the medicine as quickly as possible.

In fact, there is medicine at home, but it is usually placed in the medicine box in the bedroom, and she always looks for it if there is anything.

Got the medicine.

Huang Lan felt more at ease, with a flattering smile on her haggard face: "Thank you, thank you so much."

Xu Ruying's nose was sore, she shook Huang Lan's hand: "It's okay, it's okay..."

Huang Lan was a bit cramped, because she came from a small place and had never been to the city a few times in her life. She always felt inferior and was afraid of causing trouble to others.

This trip out.

Huang Lan not only brought back the medicine, she also let Xu Ruying into the house.

She is old and has no rules for many things, and she was even more confused when she heard Xu Ruying explaining how to take medicine along the way. Later, Xu Ruying saw her helpless look and took out her ID card: "Auntie, This is my ID card, if you don't worry, I can go home to help you."

Huang Lan looked at her with some hesitation.

In fact, although the place where she lives is not big, the village style is simple and the neighbors will always help each other.

She lost her husband in middle age, and Ming Yu has been working hard in big cities. All these years, she has been helped by folks in the street for everything. The neat girl has a good impression, and even has a faint familiar feeling, she is willing, just to pull the moon...

Seeing her hesitation, Xu Ruying's voice was soft: "It's okay, I'll just see how her fever is, I won't bother you."

Having said that, Huang Lan nodded unconsciously. She used to hear Ming Yu talk about Mr. Xu, how she took care of her, how she supported her, appreciated her, and how she was able to play in the workplace and be promoted by the nobles these years. There is a great relationship.

She used to tell her daughter that one must know how to be grateful, and to give back to others within the scope of one's ability.

Now, seeing Mr. Xu's hospitality, she can't shirk anymore.

It's just that she was a little puzzled.

Huang Lan heard Mr. Xu calling "Wan Yue" so intimately, as if she was familiar with her, but judging from Wan Yue's attitude towards her, it seemed that she didn't know her before.

When Xu Ruying followed Huang Lan into the house and looked at the photo of her and Wan Yue's student days in the living room, her nose was sour and tears almost fell down.

Her gaze wandered around the room greedily.

It's only a few days, but the sea has already changed.

She is no longer the head of the family.

And the home that lost the mistress also seemed to have lost the vitality of the past, without the laughter and laughter of her and Wan Yue, it was lifeless everywhere.

In the middle of the living room, there is a black and white photo of Ming Yu, and the incense burner next to it is still burning with curling smoke.

Huang Lan looked at Mr. Xu's eyes on the photo, and explained faintly: "That child Wanyue...is sick, and he can't even get out of bed, but he still insists on coming to burn incense."

In the past, Wanyue was a firm materialist, but now, she heard from the master at the crematorium that as long as the incense is lit, the souls who want to go home will not get lost, so she will personally burn incense every day no matter how uncomfortable she is.

Xu Ruying didn't speak. She lowered her head and took out the medicine in the bag. Her long hair blocked her cheeks, making her expression invisible, but her voice was trembling: "I'll get her the medicine."

******

Song Wanyue was a little confused.

She didn't take the medicine this time not only because she couldn't get out of bed, but also because she had a little selfishness.

She once heard privately from her classmates that she used to have a fever when she was a child, and she saw her deceased grandma in a daze.

At that time, Song Wanyue was approving homework on it. Her long hair tied in a western skirt was neat and tidy, very dignified and elegant, but those students didn't know that their teacher's ears had already been pricked up following their "ghost stories".

At the happiest time, these things are just a smile on Wan Yue's lips, and she doesn't take them to heart at all.

But now, she can only rely on these to meet her elusive lover.

Before falling asleep, Song Wanyue took out her mobile phone and sent a status message with their common Yueyu account.

—Let me dream, please.

When she was burning hot all over and her consciousness was not very clear, Song Wanyue heard the door "creak", and then, her forehead was gently stroked by delicate palms.

"Ming Yu..."

Her chapped red lips moved unconsciously.

Xu Ruying looked at her deeply, restrained her emotions and said softly, "Miss Song, take some medicine."

Not Mingyu.

A hot tear fell from the corner of Song Wanyue's eye, Xu Ruying stared at the tear, as if it had fallen bitterly on the tip of her heart, broke into several petals, and splashed blood.

Xu Ruying raised Song Wanyue's head on the pillow, fed her the medicine little by little, and put a cool antipyretic patch on her forehead.

This thing was used by Wanyue when she saw her little nephew had a fever before, it felt quite strange, Ming Yu made a fool of her, secretly laughed at her, and really bought it back for her.

Xu Ruying sat by the bed, staring at Song Wanyue obsessively, she really wanted to touch her face and tell her "Wanyue don't cry, I'm right by your side".

But she can't.

The most familiar stranger, how pitiful and pathetic in the midst of luck.

In a blur, Song Wanyue felt that her head didn't hurt so much, and the cold feeling dispelled the slightest bit of heat.

Soon, the sweat on her forehead, neck and arms was wiped dry.

Pillow covers were also replaced...

At the end, Song Wanyue faintly gained some strength, she heard Huang Lan outside the Meridian Gate seemed to be communicating with someone, their voices were very soft.

Song Wanyue wanted to open her eyes to take a look, but in the end she was still suppressed by the heavy pajamas.

After sleeping for a whole day, on the ninth day, I woke up.

Song Wanyue struggled to sit up, her body was like a rusty machine, weak and heavy, Huang Lan who was dozing beside her quickly held her down: "Don't move, the fever just subsided."

Song Wanyue stared at Huang Lan in bewilderment: "Auntie, have you gone to buy medicine?"

It wasn't until she opened her mouth that she realized how hoarse her voice was.

"It's Xiao Xu from the opposite door."

Through the help and conversation just now, Huang Lan didn't like Xu Ruying very much. At her strong request, she changed her name from Mr. Xu to Xiao Xu.

Xiao Xu?

Song Wanyue didn't react for a while, Huang Lan turned around to get the bowl on the table: "Yes, it's Mr. Xu, come, Ming Yu, she even made porridge for you."

Just after the fever subsided, Song Wanyue didn't have much strength. She tilted her head and looked at Huang Lan: "Auntie, you...you let her into our house..."

"I, I'm just a little anxious. Seeing that your fever is so serious, I went downstairs to buy medicine. I don't understand. She helped me."

Huang Lan was a little nervous and nervous, afraid of being blamed by Song Wanyue, Wanyue was silent for a moment, she looked at her and smiled slightly: "It's my fault."

In the past, such things were done by Ming Yu, and she was always protected by Ming Yu.

At that time, Song Wanyue would always suddenly overflow with sympathy. When she saw old people and children begging, she would not only give them money, but also buy some food for them. Even when she met such poor children, she would squat down and talk for a long time, like A decent investigation to see if he was abducted and wanted to call the police.

Xiao Mingyu couldn't laugh or cry every time, "Why don't you have any precautions against people? Look at the way the child's mother looks at you, and then stares at other children, and she will call the police."

……

Song Wanyue looked at Huang Lan who had her head down and blamed herself a bit. She was silent for a moment, then lifted the quilt, stretched out her arms and hugged Huang Lan, "Auntie."

Huang Lan's body was a little stiff when she was hugged.

Song Wanyue leaned her head on her shoulder, and said softly: "It's my fault, give me some time, I will protect you like... like Mingyu."

Ming Yu can do it, so can she.

Huang Lan's nose was sore, she smelled her daughter's scent on Wan Yue, she stretched out her arms, and gently hugged Wan Yue: "Silly boy, Auntie hopes you will be well."

Wan Yue couldn't let her go because of Ming Yu's heart.

Why is Huang Lan not like this?

Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, she knows that Wanyue is a fate-like existence in Ming Yu's heart.

Daughter, I should be very worried about her.

Just being a mother.

Regardless of age.

She will take good care of Wan Yue for her daughter, let her come out of the pain little by little, then... then she will go back.

Song Wanyue felt sad, but she restrained herself from crying, "Well, I will."

She swore an oath in front of Ming Yu's tomb.

She will take care of Huang Lan and provide for her until the end of her life.

She wants to reassure Ming Yu.

The sunlight outside the window penetrated into the room. Although it was very weak, it shone on the two of them, bringing the vitality of the morning light.

Song Wanyue specially ordered a bowl of noodles for Huang Lan. Although it still didn't look very delicious from the outside, she tried her best to recall the steps of Ming Yu's cooking noodles, trying to copy her taste.

Huang Lan ate a little more than the previous two days, and her mood improved a lot. Song Wanyue reheated the porridge brought by Mr. Xu. She was in a better state and knew that this matter had nothing to do with Mr. Xu. She should be involved.

Although she didn't have an appetite yet, looking at Huang Lan's distressed eyes, Song Wanyue picked up a spoon and took a sip. The salty porridge slipped down her mouth, and she was stunned after taking only one bite.

"what happened?"

Huang Lan thought that the taste did not meet her liking, Song Wanyue stared at the porridge for a long time, and finally, she turned her head, her eyes were slightly rippling, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Auntie, do you think this porridge is delicious?" Who did it?"