Picked up a crying bag

Recently, every time He Shiqi sees He Ya, he feels that she is much thinner than the last time he saw her.

In just a few days, He Ya became skinny and skinny, no longer human.

He returned to that home again, cleaning the house for He Ya every day, and cooking for He Ya every day.

But He Ya doesn't like to eat his cooking like Jing Ji, she either ignores his cooking or knocks over his cooking.

His hands were scalded several times because of this, and later he learned to be smart, and directly wore gloves, or directly put the food into He Ya's room.

But He Ya never ate the meals he cooked, and even ate very little takeaway.

He Shiqi didn't understand why He Ya did this?Isn't it yourself who is tormented by not eating?

When the doctor in the operating room came out, He Shiyong understood that it wasn't that He Ya didn't want to eat, but that she couldn't eat at all.

She has advanced stomach cancer and has trouble swallowing.

Thinking back, He Ya fell to the ground, clutching her stomach, vomiting blood, and curled up because of the sharp pain from her stomach.

He Shiyong firmly grasped Jing Ji's clothes, and buried himself in He Shiyong's neck, crying.

He was very close to He Ya when he was a child, because he had no father and no other relatives besides He Ya.

The classmates began to alienate him and isolate him because he cried when he was touched.

So he is very dependent on He Ya, He Ya will always tell him to be stronger, to live hard, and only by working hard can he get better and better.

But at some point, He Ya began to treat him worse and worse, from ignoring him at the beginning to ignoring him later.

Step by step, the two mothers and sons who were once dependent on each other gradually drifted away.

Why is this happening?

Because he is a little bastard, He Ya hates him.

He Ya would often scold him like this, and as time went by, He Shiyi couldn't imagine why he didn't have a father, and how he got here.

He didn't dare to ask He Ya, because he was afraid that the result would be unacceptable to him.

Facing He Ya, he had no choice but to become more and more silent. Gradually, he would no longer shed tears because of He Ya's abuse, because he was already numb.

But today, it was the worst tear he had shed for He Ya since he could remember, and this time it was not because He Ya treated him badly...

"It's okay, it's okay." Jing Ji slowly stroked He Shiyong's back, comforting him.

His legs were already numb, but Jing Ji didn't push He Shiqi away, and he didn't even want to interrupt He Shiqi.

He didn't know how He Shiyong felt when he heard the news of He Ya's death, he didn't know how He Shiyong called him countless times but no one answered, he didn't know what it was like for He Shiyong to stay alone in this cold hospital feel.

All he knew was that He Shiqi needed someone to accompany him now.

Jing Ji also hugged He Shiqi tightly, wanting to give him some warmth.

"Did they pay the fee?"

"No."

"They should be asked to pay."

"Wait, I'm still a 17-year-old kid."

At the corner of the corridor, an elderly nurse shook her head and said to the nurse next to her.

The two nurses walked away slowly.

"I'm fine." He Shiyong pulled out from Jing Ji's arms, and wiped the tears on his face with his hand.

Jing Ji tugged at his already wet skirt, stood up with his knees in an awkward manner, and said, "It's fine." He handed He Shike his hand.

He Shiyong put his hand into Jing Ji's palm, and when he tried hard, Jing Ji pulled him up.

After standing up, He Shiqi didn't let go immediately, and Jing Ji didn't let go either.

The two stared at each other for a while, and finally He Shiyong stretched out his other hand towards Jing Ji's collar.

"Where did you get it?" He Shiyong took out a leaf from the middle of Jing Ji's clothes, smiled from the corner of his mouth, and said, "There are still leaves."

"Tsk," looking at He Shiqi's appearance, Jing Ji said, "Don't laugh if you can't laugh, it's very ugly."

He Shiyong was amused by Jing Ji's dialect, his shoulders trembled with laughter, but the tears still couldn't stop flowing.

Tick, tick, hit the floor.

"Okay, okay." Jing Ji gently hugged He Shiqi, and comforted him again.

"Yeah." He Shiqi wiped his tears and said, "Let's go and pay the fee."

"Wait," Jing Ji held He Shike who was about to walk forward, touched his nose with the other hand, and said awkwardly: "My feet are numb, wait a minute."

"...Ha." He Shiyue was silent for a while, then smiled silently, this time he didn't shed any more tears.

The two stood in place for a while, and only walked towards the first floor after Jing Ji's feet were no longer numb.

In the end, it was Jing Ji who paid the fee for He Shiyong, but He Shiyong came out in a hurry and didn't bring anything.

After paying the fee, the two of them returned home. He Ya's body was temporarily placed in the morgue, and they planned to come back the next day to deal with the burial.

Back at the procuratorate, Jing Ji directly brought He Shiyong into her house.

"Wash up." Jing Ji said to He Shiyong.

He watched over He Shiyong after washing and tidying up before asking: "Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No need." He Shi replied sullenly, his condition is still not good.

Jing Ji nodded, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

After watching He Shiyong walk back to her room, Jing Ji looked away.

He stood there for a while before taking out a bottle of milk from the milk box and walking towards the kitchen.

After heating the milk, he walked into He Shiqi's bedroom with his quilt in his arms and a cup in his arms.

You don't want someone to accompany you with that distraught look?joke.

He Shiqi hadn't slept yet, but just leaned against the head of the bed blankly.

"Here's the milk for you." Jing Ji handed the milk to He Shiyong, and threw the quilt on He Shiyong's bed by the way, "I need someone to accompany me, can you accompany me?"

This should be the most gentle and considerate thing Jing Ji said.

Holding the milk cup, He Shiyong looked at Jing Ji who was looking straight at him with stars shining in his eyes, unable to say anything to refuse.

He agreed.

After getting the consent, Jing Ji climbed onto He Shiyong's bed and slept in it wrapped in her own quilt.

"Go to bed after drinking." Jing Ji buried in the quilt, looked at He Shiqi and said.

"Okay." He Shiyong glanced at the well-behaved Jing Ji lying beside him, and then took a sip of the milk.

Warm, just right.

He gurgled and drank the milk in a few strokes.

Then turn off the light, and imitate Jing Ji's appearance and bury herself in the quilt.

"Good night." Jing Ji said.

"Good night." He Shiji.

Maybe it was because his tense nerves were finally relaxed, maybe it was because Jing Ji was by his side, anyway, He Shiji fell asleep very quickly.

And slept soundly.

Gradually, only the breathing of the two of them remained in the bedroom.

Outside the window, the dark clouds were blown away by the wind, and the moon covered by the dark clouds came out.

The moonlight shone on the quilts of the two, as if comforting them.

In a daze, Jing Ji thought that if he didn't draw the curtains, he would be woken up by the light tomorrow.

...

Sure enough, the next morning Jing Ji was awakened by the sunlight, he frowned and turned over, rubbing his face habitually.

Not right.

Jing Ji opened her eyes suddenly, and found that the distance between him and He Shiyong's face was only one centimeter.

He blinked flickeringly, at such a close distance Jing Ji could even see the pores on He Shiyong's face clearly, but it's a pity that He Shiyong's face doesn't have pores.

Thinking of this, Jing Ji suddenly backed up a lot, why did he see if there were pores on He Shiyong's face?

After fully waking up, Jing Ji rubbed her face and sat up, looked at her phone and found that it was only [-]:[-], and it was because there was no pot to draw the curtains.

After waking up, Jing Ji got up to tidy up, and after tidying up, he went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

It was his first time making breakfast, and his first time cooking.

He doesn't know anything, just wants to make a simple sandwich.

When frying the eggs, Jing Ji even googled them, fearing that she might make a mistake in the steps.

After stumbling to make two extremely ugly sandwiches, Jing Ji put them on the dining table before going to wake He Shiqi up.

While He Shiyong was washing up, Jing Ji also warmed up two cups of milk.

Looking at the ugly sandwich, He Shiqi didn't ask any more questions, just ate it with big mouthfuls, proving that Jing Ji's cooking was delicious.

After breakfast, He Shiyi went back home.

The burial for He Ya needs money, so He Shiqi came back to ask He Ya to put the money there.

I hope He Ya has money, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do, He Shiqi thought while flipping through things.

Finally, he found a bank card wrapped in a note in He Ya's wallet.

He opened the note and it read:

After I die, I just burn it on fire and sprinkle it in the Yangtze River. Don’t bury me in the soil. I don’t like this place. It makes me feel sick to be buried in the ground here. It’s better to be washed away by the Yangtze River. .

Bank card password is your birthday.

Should he be happy that He Ya remembered his birthday?

He Shiyong looked at the note with blank eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long, long time, when Jing Ji wanted to go to He Shiyong's house to find someone, He Shiyong woke up suddenly.

He wiped the tears off his face indiscriminately, and walked outside.

Jing Ji was sitting on the shoe rack in front of her house waiting for He Shiyong, after seeing He Shiyong walk out, Jing Ji asked: "It's packed?"

"Well, it's packed." He Shi said timidly.

"I've asked Lao Fang for leave." Jing Ji said.

"Then let's go." He Shiji.

The two directly found a funeral shop on the street, and asked them to drive He Ya's body to the crematorium.

In the afternoon, the two of them returned to the procuratorate holding He Ya's urn.

After they cleaned He Ya's house, they put it in a mourning hall, a small mourning hall.

After setting them up, Jing Ji and He Shiyong took the incense sticks and paid homage to He Ya.

Then He Shiyong knelt under He Ya's coffin, silent.

And Jing Ji stood by and watched over He Shiqi.

Dinner is still made by Jing Ji, but it's still a sandwich, because no matter how difficult Jing Ji is, he can't make it.

When he handed the things in front of He Shiyong, He Shiyong reacted a bit.

Jing Ji thought, if he wasn't there, He Shiqi might just kneel like this until he was old.

At night, it was presumably after Qingyang No. [-] Middle School's evening self-study, old Fang Yinxiu brought Zhang Tian and Kou Bai to He Shiyong's house.

Only they can come.

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The author has something to say: Hug Qiqi again, hope Qiqi gets better.