The best grandma's house was evacuated, and the doting sister went crazy and killed her

"Master, it's time for a lunch break." Yuan Qi reminded in a low voice.

Qi Shuheng has been sitting in the yard since watching Susheng and others enter the yard.

He sat there all afternoon and refused to leave when Princess Zhaoping returned to her room.

The euphemistic name is: flower appreciation.

On this misty day, the rain is getting heavier. If I hadn't moved all the flowers into the yard early, the flowers would have wilted.

What kind of flowers do you like?

"I've been feeling sleepy every day, but I'm very energetic today. It's a waste of time to sleep in such nice weather."

Qi Shuheng was playing with the paper fan in his hand, his whole person looking relaxed.

Since meeting Susheng, his health has been getting better and better.

Even the accompanying doctor last night said that he was expected to return to normal.

This was excellent news for him. He only wanted to have fun, so how could he sleep?

"The rain is beautiful."

Qi Shuheng squinted his eyes and lay down on his side like a cat.

Yuan Qi looked at him in confusion and couldn't help but complain: Shouldn't it be this kind of weather that makes you want to sleep more?

Looking at this rainy day, doesn't the master have the urge to curl up in bed?

After thinking about it, Yuan Qi squatted on the stool next to him.

He wanted to take a closer look and see what the rain looked like.

"Idiot!" Qi Shuheng hit him on the head with a fan, "Go back to your room, you are just an eyesore here."

Yuan Qi covered his head and stood up to leave.

He walked out for a few steps, then turned back subconsciously.

He opened his mouth slightly, still wanting to say something, but saw Qi Shuheng squinting his eyes, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and the fan in his hand was still swaying gently, bringing up gusts of breeze from time to time.

It can be seen that the other party is really enjoying it.

Yuan Qi doesn't understand Qi Shuheng, just like Su Mu doesn't understand Su Sheng.

After it rained heavily, Su Mo went back to the room, and Su Xiao also put down the Rubik's Cube and reviewed his previous lessons.

Susheng was the only one sitting in the yard, looking out dreamily.

She watched the thin strands of rain falling silently, washing the bluestone slabs in the yard clean until they could reflect a faint sheen.

Today's night is getting darker faster than the previous two days. The rain is still dripping, and night has fallen quietly.

"Click! Cack!"

In a large chicken coop built with bamboo and wood, a chicken clucked happily.

Each scream was louder than the last, as if in celebration.

Suhong walked over to take a look curiously.

"You just finished taking a shower, be careful not to get your clothes dirty." Susheng stepped forward and grabbed him casually.

As a result, I happened to see the chicken in the cage gently burying the eggs in the hay with its feet.

Su Hong also saw it and shouted excitedly: "Brother! The eggs are laid! The eggs are laid!"

"How many have been drunk?" Su Mu poked his head out of the kitchen.

Su Sheng looked inside again and said conservatively: "At least two, I saw two."

They bought a total of six chickens that day.

Before buying, the hawker vowed to lay one a day, and six of them would be laid.

The day after I bought it, Su Mu didn't look at the egg and scolded him several times in displeasure.

The egg was finally laid. If she didn't lay the egg, she might have to kill her tomorrow with her current temper.

"One, two, three, three! Sister, I saw three eggs!" Su Hong corrected, his face flushed with excitement.

Su Mu stopped cooking and wiped her hands on the rice cake, "I'll pick it up. Don't go in after you've all taken a shower."

The chicken coop designed by the elder brother is very big, but you still have to bend down to get in.

Su Mu came out with the oil lamp and squatted slightly to go in and pick it up.

I picked up four at once.

However, he never expected that such a docile and elegant chicken, which had been walking slowly for a few days after he bought it, would sometimes chase people and peck them.

"Ouch! Why are you pecking someone's butt!"

Two or three chickens seemed to have lost their temper, flapping their wings and running very fast with their short legs, chasing Su Mu out.

Su Mu closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Su Hong covering his mouth and snickering, he said angrily: "You're still laughing, do you want to eat eggs?" Su Hong leaned over in a flattering manner, "Third brother, how many are there?"

"Four, it's just a bit small." Su Mu glanced at Su Sheng, whose expression was calm, "Sister, do you want to eat steamed or boiled?"

Susheng's eyes moved, "Brother, do we have onions at home?"

"Yes, there are green onions, green onions, split onions and shallots." Su Mu paused, "Sister, want to eat stir-fried?"

Susheng nodded.

"Okay, then I'll add another dish."

Su Mu turned around and entered the kitchen again.

Because they had to cook, Su Mu and Su Xiao didn't take a shower.

Susheng and the other two took a bath early and sat in the yard waiting for dinner.

In the courtyard, the weak candlelight on the table danced, emitting a gentle light.

Su Mo sat drawing pictures, and Su Sheng gave him some ideas from time to time.

For example, a semicircular bed that looks like a small animal, a storage cabinet with more than a dozen places for storage, and various modern small toys.

Su Hong next to him was surprised when he heard this, and even stopped reading his favorite plant illustrated book.

He decided to write down everything his sister said and go to Qiu Gouzi to blow it tomorrow.

"time to eat."

Suxiao shouted, "Hurry up and clear up the table. Free up the table."

The addicted Su Mo finally came back to his senses and hurriedly put away the manuscript paper.

The wind blew down a piece of paper, and Su Sheng bent down to pick it up, only to find that there were actually many ink words written on the back of the paper.

The words are delicate and tender, like the homework my second brother wrote a long time ago.

Su Sheng pursed her lips and handed it to Su Mo calmly.

Today, she gave her more than forty taels of money at once. The eldest brother smiled and did not stop her.

I thought it was because life was getting better now that my eldest brother was like this.

It wasn't until she saw these pieces of paper that Su Sheng realized that her eldest brother actually wanted to save some money.

Otherwise, why did she buy so much paper for her second brother but not her eldest brother?

They lived in the same house, so it was impossible not to see the stacks of white paper.

"Sister, let's eat, what are you thinking about?"

Su Mu pushed the plate of scrambled eggs with green onions in front of her, "Hey, this is the dish you ordered. Eat more."

Su Sheng came to her senses and said, "Thank you, third brother."

……

After the meal, it started to rain again.

Thin raindrops fell silently on the bluestone, causing ripples in circles.

Susheng was lying on the bed, closing her eyes and relaxing.

It wasn't until after the ugly moment that Su Dajing passed by holding a lantern that she suddenly opened her eyes.

She sat up cross-legged and took out the vine man that she had prepared for a long time.

Outside the hospital.

A group of people slowly carried three coffins toward the mountain. The coffins were covered with a white flower, which looked particularly eerie in the night.

Su Dajing took the lead and walked forward, the white lantern in his hand emitting a hazy light that barely reflected the wet ground.

The air was filled with the smell of earth and grass, and everything seemed so peaceful.

Everyone was wearing simple mourning clothes. Their clothes were wet from the rain, but they seemed to have no feeling.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, but their footsteps are so steady and slow, and every step they take seems solemn and heavy.

On both sides of the path leading to the mountain, pines and cypresses stand tall, and their branches sway gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

Occasionally, a few insects chirped, adding to the tranquility of the night.

The people carrying the coffin had water dripping down their faces. It was unclear whether it was rain or sweat.

Halfway up the mountain, a freshly dug grave awaits quietly.

People carefully placed the coffin into the grave and began filling it with earth.

Layer upon layer of soil was laid over the coffin until the entire tomb was filled.

The old man held a wooden stick and inserted a mark in front of the tomb.

Little did they know, in the drizzle, a huge figure was quietly approaching.