Seeing that he was already asleep, Chu Yunyao extinguished the incense, tucked the quilt for him, lay down beside him, and closed his eyes.

Thinking back to what the fourth aunt said today, Chu Yunyao tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

It's late at night, and it's quiet.

The whole mansion was shrouded in dead silence, and the doors and windows were closed.

A terrible cry still reached Chu Yunyao's ears.

She glanced sideways at Mo Lingyuan, who was sleeping very deeply, simply got up, walked to the ear room, covered the door, and opened the small window inside.

Qin Zhirou's cry suddenly became clear.

The poignant voice was occasionally mixed with a few curses:

"My son, you died a miserable death."

"Damn it's not you, God, why is this happening?"

"You will not die well, you will not die well."

"Give back my son's life, and give back my son's life."

"I want revenge, I want revenge!"

"Let me out!"

......

Chu Yunyao listened carefully for almost half an hour, Qin Zhirou didn't know if she had been crying for too long, and her voice had been practiced, but she was full of energy, suppressed and frustrated, and after howling for a while, after cursing, she cried again......

Chu Yunyao listened to it for a while, and the more she listened, the more she felt that something was wrong.

According to Qin Zhirou's temperament, Mo Jinyu's death must have been counted on Mo Lingyuan's head, but she cried for a long time, but she repeatedly said that Mo Jinyu's death was so miserable, and the damned person should not be him.

Who the damn person should be?

There are only three people living in the west courtyard of the farm, except for Qin Zhirou, Mo Jinyu and Xiu'er.

Listening to Qin Zhirou's voiceover, it seems to know something.

Chu Yunyao closed the window again, tiptoed back to the bedroom, and was just about to lie down, when Siyu started crying.

Chu Yunyao bent over and picked her up from the cradle, touched the diaper, and got a big piece wet.

Mo Lingyuan was woken up by Si Yu's crying, sat up with his arms propped up, and rubbed his drowsy head, "I'll help her change her diaper, your body is not completely well, just lie down." ”

Chu Yunyao glanced at the incense on his bedside, and changed the child's diaper with his hands and feet: "It's not in the way, she's probably hungry, I'll just feed her." ”

Sure enough, after the little guy had eaten and drunk enough, he burped and fell asleep again.

Chu Yunyao put Siyu back in the cradle, and as soon as she lay back on the bed, she was pulled into a warm embrace by a hand.

"Why are you so cold?" Mo Lingyuan's palm stroked her back.

"Well, I got up at night just now and stayed in the ear room for a while." Chu Yunyao rubbed her arms: "Don't worry, I'm not cold." ”

Mo Lingyuan didn't seem to be very sober, instinctively wrapped her in the quilt, and asked in a vague voice: "When Xiu'er was very young, was it the same?" Do you have to get up many times a night, and you often cry during the confinement? ”

Chu Yunyao thought seriously for a moment, "Xiu'er is a little boy, he eats a lot, his voice is also very loud, his temper is a little big, it is more difficult to carry than Siyu, he always likes to be held, and he cries endlessly in the middle of the night......"

"Thank you!" Mo Lingyuan's chin rested on her head.

"It's not hard, it's all Jinyu taking care of ......," Chu Yunyao blurted out.

Before she finished speaking, Chu Yunyao was silent, and the entire bedroom fell into a dead silence again.

In retrospect, some things feel like a knife in the tip.

Mo Lingyuan paused and said in a low voice: "I have never been able to bear to ask you, how did you survive the time with him at the bottom of the cliff, tell me." ”

"Good ,......"