After walking with the hostess with Yun Mulan for a long time, she finally saw the lonely thatched house not far away.
"Yingqing, how many beds do you have?"
"There are three, one for me and my mother, one for my dad, and one for my brother. It's just...my mother is dead."
Jun Mo is a little embarrassed, this is a sad thing to poke someone else's heart!
"Girl, go to sleep with me. I slept alone and I was lonely. No one has been with me..." Ying Qing looked eager to weep, and Jun Mo Li felt distressed: "Okay. But my name is Yu Nan."
"A'nan." The hostess followed the kindness, Jun Mo was very pleased (fog), and then a faint look at him, Jun Mo turned his head and saw Yun Mulan's resentful Jun Mo's wife. Face.
"Alright!" Jun Moli put his hand on Yun Mulan's head and rubbed it. Seeing Yun Mulan's enjoyment expression with Shumao, he couldn't help laughing, and then was pulled away by the hostess NS.
"Yingqing, what's the matter?"
"nothing!"
Feeling that the heroine was inexplicably angry, Jun Mo La was a little confused, but still did not ask.
Entering the hostess's house, a scent of medicine filled the air, and there was a faint coughing sound.
The hostess hurried over, and Jun Moli also pulled Yun Mulan over, and saw an old man with gray hair lying on the washed white bedding, with sunken eye sockets, dark complexion and dark yellow eyes. Sickness.
"father!"
"Qing'er, Dad...it's no good cough cough! You take your brother... live a good life! Dad... can't cough cough! I will be with you!"
"father!-"
Seeing the old man confessing his last words, Jun Mo glanced at Yun Mulan, but saw Yun Mulan slowly shaking his head.
Can't it be saved
"father!!!-"
The old man slowly closed his eyes, Ying Qing let out a stern scream, and started crying loudly.
"sister!!"
There was another voice outside the door, and the owner of the voice ran in quickly, with a sad expression on his face: "Sister...Is it..."
Yingqing hugged the boy: "Brother, let's live well, we must live well..."
"Yeah!" The boy looked firm.
Jun Mo saw that Yingqing was going to lift the old man's corpse out, and he quickly stepped forward to help. He carried the corpse into the coffin and covered it. Yun Mulan also helped. He carried the coffin to the pit dug by the boy, filled it with soil, and washed it. After her hand, the hostess suddenly hugged Jun Mo Lai, shaking silently, Jun Mo Lai felt his shoulders wet.
"Sorry, let you help so much."
"It's okay." Jun Moli patted the hostess on the back, and said soothingly.
"This is my brother, Ying Tan." The hostess pointed at the boy, then looked at the boy: "Xiao Tan, this is Sister Yu Nan, that is Brother Yun Mulan, you know?"
The boy nodded obediently: "Sister Yu Nan is good, brother Mu Lan is good."
"Well, good." Jun Moli.
"Yeah!" Yun Mulan.
After the hostess cooked the meal, Yun Mulan was a demon, so he didn't need to eat it, so he didn't eat it, but Jun Moli missed the food on earth.
Jun Moli and Yingqing lay on the bed. To be precise, it was Jun Moli lying on the bed. Yingqing was lying halfway on Jun Moli's body. Someone was there. Jun Moli could not practice and went to bed comfortably. I felt a damp thing moving on my face and pressed it to my lips.
Jun Moxi was speechless for Yun Mulan, and said in a daze, "Don't make trouble!"
Then things are gone.
After half a minute.
Jun Mopi felt that something was sticking to her lips, and another thing was touching in her clothes, and she silently knocked things off, turned over, and continued to sleep.
The beautiful morning came, and the first thing Jun Mo did when he got up was to find Yun Mulan: "Did you go to my house yesterday?"
Yun Mulan looked surprised: "I have been practicing yesterday!"
"It's not who you are, I obviously felt someone kissed me yesterday, and touched me!"
"Are you dreaming?"
?
Dreaming?
Before thinking about anything, Yun Mulan kissed him, and Jun Mo suffocated until his face flushed.
After dissipating heat, Jun Moli went out when the temperature on his face dropped, just to see the heroine: "Yingqing, did you feel something wrong last night?"
"No."
Jun Mo La: "..." Is it really a dream?
With no clue, Jun Mola decisively gave up this question and made breakfast with the hostess.