As soon as Wen Mei approached, Father Song glared at her and said, "What are you doing here?" ”

Song Zhiyue and Feng Chen looked up and saw Wen Mei who was dressed in a plain and elegant body.

Usually Wen Mei is extravagant, but today she is dressed very plainly, except for a British-style sunhat on her head, she has no other jewelry on her body, and she doesn't even wear lipstick.

Listening to Song's father's very unwelcoming tone, Wen Mei not only did not get angry, but comforted him: "I heard about my mother-in-law, so I came to take a look." ”

Father Song is not the kind of unreasonable person, people come with good intentions, and it is impossible for him to drive people away, so he didn't say anything.

Wen Mei looked at him and said with a guilty face: "The deceased has passed away, mourn." ”

Father Song's horns and sideburns had a lot of white hair, as if he was rapidly aging, and wiped his tears with grief.

Wen Mei walked to the tombstone, bowed to Mother Song, looked at the photo on the tombstone, she said silently in her heart: Yao Shengying, don't blame me, I just asked them to scare you, I didn't want your life, if you have a grudge, go and settle accounts with the person who killed you, it has nothing to do with me.

After that, she turned her body sideways and looked at Song Zhiyue and Feng Chen, who were kneeling.

Seeing Song Zhiyue's eyes red and swollen when she was crying, she felt a sense of guilt in her heart.

"Zhiyue, don't be too sad, the sun is too big, be careful of heat stroke, take care of your body."

Wen Mei came to mourn her mother, so Song Zhiyue was already very surprised, and after she said this, Song Zhiyue was even more surprised.

Then she thought, maybe Wen Mei was acting in front of Feng Chen.

Her pale lips moved, and she wanted to say thank you, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound.

Wen Mei looked at her son: "Ah Chen, take care of her, mom will go back first." ”

Feng Chen nodded.

Wen Mei is already very good if she doesn't fall into the well, and she even ran so far to mourn, Su Wansheng felt a little strange, she hadn't figured out this problem yet, when she heard a panicked and hurried shout: "Yueyue!" ”

***

Song Zhiyue took another stack of paper money after burning it, her white face was flushed with sunburn, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

Feng Chen heard the sound of "Tong", turned his head and saw her fall to the ground, his face changed, he shouted "Yueyue", and picked her up.

Several people rushed Song Zhiyue to the hospital in the town, and after the examination, she was suffering from heat stroke and excessive sadness.

Song Zhiyue didn't wake up until the evening, Su Wansheng, Lu Zhenming, and Jiang Fengxing had already returned to the city, and Feng Chen stayed in the hospital to take care of her.

Feng Chen had been guarding her bedside, seeing her eyelashes blink a few times, he slowly opened his eyes, and he whispered, "Awake?" ”

Song Zhiyue's lips were dry and cracked into tiny cuts, although when she was asleep, Feng Chen moistened her many times with a cotton swab dipped in water, but the lip flap was still very dry, and the dry and painful throat let out a dumb "um".

Seeing that she was about to get up, Feng Chen helped her sit up and poured her a glass of water: "Drink saliva." ”

Song Zhiyue took and drank most of the cup, and it took a while to ease his throat to feel more comfortable: "What about my dad?" ”

"When Jiang Feng told them to leave, I asked him to send his father home." Feng Chen put the water cup on the table, "What do you want to eat?" I'll buy it for you. ”

Song Zhiyue shook her head, lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed: "Let's go back." ”