At the beginning, I beat Lazy, and the host is cruel.

"Go away--don't bother me--"

"Wuwu——I was wrong, I didn't mean it."

"Please, grandma, I really know I was wrong!"

"I don't dare anymore——Ah——"

......

Zhao Duojin closed his eyes tightly, rolling around on the bed, struggling and fluttering, with a very painful expression.

Slowly, a layer of sweat formed on his forehead.

Zhao Duojin in the dream didn't know that he was dreaming. This dream was so real that he could feel it.

Xia Mo sat calmly by Zhao Duojin's bed, watching him struggle, with no intention of letting go. The shining light shone on Zhao Duojin, who was writhing in pain on the bed.

Zhao Tian, ​​who was drunk, heard Zhao Duojin's scream, just muttered, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly. He didn't want to wake up. He saw his mother in his dream. Today is his mother's. On the first seven days, his mother must have come back to see him.

An hour later, the weak Zhao Duojin finally woke up from the nightmare.

"Mom——wuwu————"

Zhao Duojin, who sat up in shock from his dying dream, was stunned for a moment and found Xia Mo sitting by the bed.

He plunged into Xia Mo's arms, held her and cried loudly.

"Mom——I'm so scared, grandma wants to strangle me to death——wuwu————"

"Grandma's body was covered in blood, and... she even wiped it on me, ah————Mom!"

“Mom, help me——Grandma wants to take me away——wuwu————”

......

Zhao Duojin babbled incoherently about what happened in his dream, hugging Xia Mo's waist tightly, his whole body trembling with fear.

Xia Mo raised his eyebrows in surprise and rolled his eyes gently. He's a little guy with a strong willpower. Take your time. You won't become fat even with one bite.

"Today is the day when grandma comes home. Grandma loves you the most before, so she came to see you." Xia Mo comforted the little devil in his arms with a cold tone.

"Wuwu——but...I'm afraid, can you...ask grandma not to come see me!"

Zhao Duojin looked up at Xia Mo pitifully with his little face full of tears.

"Duoduo, what are you afraid of? Grandma loves you so much, and she comes to see you. Shouldn't you be happy?"

Xia Mo asked with a smile.

Zhao Duojin lowered his eyelids and murmured for a long time, "Then let grandma see it this time. You don't have to come to see me next time. Go see dad more. Dad misses grandma too."

Xia Mo smiled softly, "Duoduo is such a filial child!"

Zhao Duojin smiled shyly, lay in Xia Mo's arms, and said softly, "Mom, I want to sleep with you today, okay?"

"This is not good. Our Duoduo has grown up and is a brave child, right?"

Xia Mo pulled Zhao Duojin out of his arms, looked directly into his eyes and said.

Zhao Duojin pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, and nodded, "Okay...Mom, good night."

He couldn't hide the disappointment in his tone, but he was used to sleeping alone, and he actually felt a little awkward if he really had to sleep with his mother.

Xia Mo smiled and touched his head, "What a good boy, good night!"

Xia Mo sneered and turned off the lights in Zhao Duojin's room.

"Pa-ta--"

Zhao Duojin suddenly fell from the light into darkness. He couldn't help but clenched his little fists, grabbed the thin blanket next to him, and wrapped himself up. Even though it was too hot, he didn't lift the blanket.

The next day, Zhao Duojin, who had been covering himself up all night, suddenly fell ill with a fever.

Zhao Tian rarely drank alcohol early in the morning and was in good spirits. Looking at his sick son, a trace of concern flashed in his eyes. Thinking of his mother, he turned his head again. The doubts in his heart did not fade with time. And disappear.

He took a sip of porridge and said to Xia Mo, "Honey, I dreamed about my mother yesterday. Today I want to go burn some paper for my mother."

Xia Mo nodded, "Okay, go ahead and burn more for mom. If you want to buy those hand-folded gold ingots, that's better."

You must burn it more. It will be used in the underworld. Your mother is not ready to be reincarnated so quickly.

Zhao Tian raised his head and drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp, then put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, "I'll look for it and burn more if there is any. I also heard that the hand-folded gold ingot is better. It's more thoughtful. I hope My mother can receive it.”

At the end of summer, "..." was more than just thoughtful. It was a big ingot that could really be spent. Those billions of dollars in banknotes were just like fake money in the underworld and were of no use.

"Okay, I'll transfer some money to you, and you can go to a few more places."

As Xia Mo said, he took out his mobile phone and transferred 10,000 yuan to Zhao Tian.

Zhao Tian was surprised when he saw the 10,000 yuan transferred from his phone. Usually, his wife was in charge of the money at home, and the money was tight. She had never given him more than 1,000 yuan. He didn't expect to be so generous this time.

"You and Duoduo don't go. He's sick. Take him to the hospital."

Zhao Tian was somewhat reluctant to take Zhao Duojin with him, so he casually mentioned it when he saw that he was uncomfortable.

Xia Mo nodded and said, "Well, I understand, go ahead."

At the end of the summer, he didn't want to take the murderer to the old man's grave. If he went there, he would be afraid that the angry old man would show up overnight, which would be too much.

Zhao Duojin was dizzy and nestled on the sofa. He was frightened and hot last night. He was so frightened in the second half of the night that he didn't dare to sleep at all. He was in a trance.

At the end of summer, I took Zhao Duojin to see a doctor after dinner. There was no major problem and he came back after just one injection.

It was noon, and Xia Mo was too lazy to cook for him, so he took Zhao Duojin out for fast food.

It took Zhao Duojin a week to recover from his illness. On the night he was about to recover, he had another nightmare.

He once again dreamed of his bloody grandma, shouting at his bedside, asking him why he wanted to harm him.

He was so frightened that he crawled up and turned on the light. He huddled at the foot of the bed with his eyes open until dawn.

As a result, I was lucky enough to get sick again the next day.

Because Zhao Tian went out early and came back late, he consciously slept on his side. He often heard Zhao Duojin's screams in the middle of the night from next door.

Since his mother passed away, his son has been sick every now and then, and coupled with those words he shouted at night, isn't it because of a guilty conscience?

Xia Mo looked at Zhao Duojin who was sick again and said with distressed words, "Poor little Duoduo, why are you always sick?"

What should I do if I don't get sick? If you are so bad, you will do evil after you recover. You should be sick for a while!

"Mom——I want to move to your room to sleep." Zhao Duojin pouted and said in a hoarse voice.