So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

It seemed effortless for Pei Yifeng to hold Lu Zhenyang with one hand, but it was not so easy for Lu Anyi to hold the chubby Zhang Mofei with one hand, and it hurt to walk a few steps.

But it's rare for Pei Yifeng to be so hypocritical, and she feels warm in her heart even if she is hypocritical, so she just endured it.

Walking to Aunt Qiong's door, Pei Yifeng let go of Lu Anyi's hand, reached out and knocked on the door, Aunt Qiong's quiet voice came from inside, "Come in."

Pei Yifeng unscrewed the door, then took Lu Anyi's hand, and walked into Aunt Qiong's room.

The curtains in the room were drawn, and the interior was still the same as the one Lu Anyi had seen last time when she came here. The old-fashioned furniture was tidy and clean. She also paid special attention to the bedside table. [

There was only a transparent glass water glass and a few bottles of medicine on it. The photo I saw last time disappeared for some reason, so Lu Anyi just glanced at it.

When she walked to Aunt Qiong's bedside, she looked at Aunt Qiong on the bed, the bones of her thin face were sticking out, her eyes were buckled in, her heart felt sour, and her eyes were spinning.

But with the two children present, she had no choice but to control her emotions. Aunt Qiong laughed happily when she saw Pei Yifeng and Lu Anyi coming, and Lu Zhenyang with her.

That smile was so hard, but it was also genuinely happy. Lu Anyi put down Zhang Mofei and wanted to get closer to Aunt Qiong. Aunt Qiong waved her hand and said in a low voice, "An Yi, stay away from me."

"Aunt Qiong..." Lu Anyi's voice trembled when she shouted, her trembling voice was like her heart trembling now.

Lu Anyi took Lu Zhenyang from Pei Yifeng's hands, pointed to Aunt Qiong and said to Lu Zhenyang, "Yangyang, quickly call grandma."

Lu Zhenyang called obediently, "Grandma."

"Yangyang doesn't know grandma, right? When you were so young... Grandma hugged you..." Aunt Qiong spoke in a very low voice.

'Cough, cough...' Aunt Qiong coughed suddenly, Lu Anyi gave Lu Zhenyang to Pei Yifeng again, and hurriedly brought a cup of hot water to Aunt Qiong's mouth.

Aunt Qiong pushed her away, and coughed twice, "An Yi, don't get so close to me, and keep the child away."

"Didn't I tell Yifeng not to bring Anyi and the child here? Yangyang is still sick." Aunt Qiong scolded Pei Yifeng.

Pei Yifeng pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, and did not reply to Aunt Qiong's words. Lu Anyi insisted on bringing water to Aunt Qiong's mouth, "Aunt Qiong, drink some water, don't worry about me, it won't be contagious."

"It's never good to be around sick people for too long."

After Aunt Qiong finished speaking, Lu Zhenyang suddenly said, "Grandma, then I'm also a patient. I live in the hospital every day. Isn't it good for my parents and Feifei to stay with me every day?"

Lu Zhenyang's words caused Aunt Qiong's expression to change slightly. Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng were equally surprised. His words could not be heard as sad, and his voice seemed to be deliberately loud, not like a real question.

Pei Yifeng glanced sideways at Lu Zhenyang's expression, then his pursed lips curved slightly, revealing a gratified smile.

Seeing Pei Yifeng smile, Aunt Qiong also smiled slightly, "I'm glad you all came to see me, An Yi, I miss you."

Lu Zhenyang is a big kid, and one sentence broke Aunt Qiong's worries. Lu Anyi seemed to understand something, and then smiled in relief, "Aunt Qiong, I miss you too. I'll let Yifeng pick you up and live there. Why don't you go?"