Gu Juexi frowned, but her heart was still depressed because of Aunt Mao's death.
Seeing him like this, Ye Yuwei stopped talking. Instead, she looked back at her son on the bed over there, then jumped over on one foot, sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her head and kissed her son gently.
"Xicheng, it's time to get up and go back." Ye Yuwei called in a low voice and patted her son's little body gently.
Ye Xicheng twisted his little body. He was not so serious when he just woke up. He was holding on to his mother's clothes with his little hands, not wanting to wake up yet.
Ye Yuwei patted his little body gently, waiting for him to calm down.
Ye Xicheng groaned for a while before reluctantly opening his eyes, and thrust his body into Ye Yuwei's arms, "Mommy."
Ye Yuwei kissed his little head and said, "Get up, grandma is still waiting for you at home. Grandpa Jin will be here soon and will go back with Grandpa Jin."
Ye Xicheng sniffed. He really woke up now, so after mommy spoke, he nodded and agreed.
After Xixi woke up, she made a fuss for a while, and Gu Juexi coaxed her with good temper. When Ye Yuwei helped Ye Xicheng wash her face and change her clothes, the little girl was still sobbing in Gu Juexi's arms.
Gu Juexi hated to see his girl cry the most. Ye Yuwei was coaxing her like a darling and was too lazy to take care of her. She helped her son carry his schoolbag and told him to take good care of his grandma when he returned home.
Ye Xicheng listened carefully to whatever Ye Yuwei said, and then nodded in agreement.
The little girl hadn't finished crying when Uncle Jin came. Ye Yuwei narrowed her eyes and looked at her daughter, "Have you cried enough?"
Xixi curled her little mouth and sniffed again, "No, I haven't cried enough yet."
Ye Yuwei laughed angrily at her daughter. She sat on the edge of the bed and took her out. Then she took her sister's coat that Ye Xicheng had brought for her and put it on her daughter.
"Then go home and cry, cry to your brother." Ye Yuwei said, putting her little coat on, and then wiped her nose with a tissue, "I haven't cried enough yet, you are not as good as you." , Okay, let’s go back with Grandpa Jin.”
The little drama queen expressed her dissatisfaction. She didn't even cry enough, so her mother drove her away.
Ye Xicheng held the little drama queen's hand and said goodbye to her mother before leaving with Uncle Jin.
The little drama queen turned back three times with each step, her little mouth kept pouting, as if she would cry at any time. She had just woken up, and her mother was about to send her away.
"We will make Mommy even more tired here. When Mommy comes home, she can accompany you every day." Ye Xicheng comforted his sister.
Ye Yuwei felt slightly warm in her heart as she listened to the little voices getting farther and farther outside. Her son could give her a different kind of warmth every time.
Ye Yuwei sent the two younger ones away and looked back at the older one who still lowered his head.
"Let's start preparing for Aunt Mao's funeral." Gu Juexi said suddenly.
Ye Yuwei paused, "Now?"
"Well, let Aunt Mao rest in peace as soon as possible." Gu Juexi's voice was low, suppressing the grief that he could not express.
Ye Yuwei nodded in agreement, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her hand to hug the man into her arms.
No matter how strong Gu Juexi is, he is still a human being, not a god.
Gu Juexi rested his forehead on Ye Yuwei's shoulder. He didn't speak, and neither did Ye Yuwei. The ward was so quiet.
Sometimes, language is really the most meaningless existence.
Silence may still be the best way to get along.
He didn't talk about his pain, but she knew it.
She felt distressed, but he knew it even if she didn't say it.
Language is nothing more than a burden at this time.