The most pitiful one is He Weihua's unborn child.
The child was buried in the mudslide along with his mother. When he was found, he had been squeezed out of his mother's body and even his skull was shattered.
Qin Qiuniang saw her staring at He Weihua in a daze and patted her on the back, "Tan Nier, go and try it."
"Okay." Chen Tan entered the bedroom, thinking about how to help them avoid this disaster.
In the yard, Qin Qiuniang pulled He Weihua into the kitchen and closed the door.
She looked him up and down, her lips moving, but she didn't ask a single question.
He Weihua looked at her with admiration and whispered, "Grandma, we are fine."
"Yes," Qin Qiuniang nodded, "take good care of them."
"I have good news for you," He Weihua suddenly leaned over to her ear, "Zhiyan is pregnant, and I'm going to be a father."
"What? The young lady is pregnant? It's so hard there, you have to take good care of her."
Qin Qiuniang cried and laughed as she gave instructions, clasping her hands together and repeating in her heart, "Please ask the Bodhisattva to bless them to be safe and sound, please ask the Bodhisattva to bless them."
He Weihua lowered his voice, "Zhiyan is my life. As long as I'm here, she and my parents-in-law will be fine."
"Well, if you need anything, let Song Che tell us and we'll find a way to get it to you."
Chen Tan in the bedroom changed into the sweater brought by He Weihua.
The white sweater looks very beautiful on her, especially the collar, which is turned down and wraps her neck tightly. It is not only warm but also makes her little face look even softer and cuter.
According to the book, He Weihua's wife Lu Zhiyan was already pregnant at this time.
Should she give a return gift to the mother and son?
Just as she was thinking, Qin Qiuniang called her out in the yard.
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