In her previous life, Song Qingyun and her old man enjoyed a life of luxury, supported by their seven daughters.
When Song Qingyun finally repented, none of her seven daughters had lived past...
Gu Xu and his friends had already caught a lot of small fish and shrimps. They saw Xia Weian holding Lu Huailin's hand, and Lu Huailin was obviously in a bad mood. Gu Xu wisely did not go forward.
Gu Xu placed the small fish and shrimp on the kitchen floor and shouted to Lu Huailin and Xia Weian, "Uncle, the ones we caught earlier have been put in the kitchen. Lulu, come find us when you're better."
After saying that, Gu Xu ran out.
Lu Huailin let go of Xia Wei'anyuan's hand and said, "Uncle, I'm going to play too."
"Go ahead."
Looking at Lu Huaiying's back, Xia Weian couldn't help but feel sorry for the child. He didn't know how much this child had to bear to grow up.
Xia Weian returned to his room sighing.
Song Qingyun had just woken up. "What's wrong? Is there nothing in the cave?"
Song Qingyun rubbed his eyes.
"No, there are a lot. When the door is closed at night, I will take you back to the space to take a good look." Xia Weian said.
"Then why are you sighing?" Song Qingyun asked.
"It's that kid Lulu."
Xia Weian whispered to Song Qingyun what Lu Huailin had told him about his life.
Song Qingyun's eyes immediately turned red with heartache. No wonder the child...
"Comfort him well."
"I know." Xia Weian responded.
The couple calmed down silently for a while.
"Didn't you hunt pheasants, wild ducks and rabbits? You don't have to stay here with me to prepare the ingredients." Song Qingyun said,
Xia Weian: I just wanted to stay for a while, but my wife didn't want me to stay. What should I do?
Women just talk, men run their legs off...