After taking turns, the sky was already white. Just after five o'clock, Shui, Grandpa and Grandma Chai had already arrived.

The two old men first looked at Han Yao's situation, learned about it from Fu Shaoli, and then started to work outside.

Han Yao has never woken up since he was unconscious at night. He has never subsided in high fever, and it is useless to take antipyretic medicine.

As the sun rises, more and more people come to pay their respects, and the voices of discussion are getting louder and louder.

As a son, Yang Guozhong's family has no one here, so it is inevitable that people in a somewhat closed small countryside can discuss it.

Regarding these comments, Chai Kemu and the others told Grandma Chai to drink water and grandpa and the consequences, and the two old men didn't say anything.

There was nothing in the morning when it came to these comments from outsiders, but in the afternoon, my aunt Zhao Hong saw that many people were scolding them.

So I couldn't help but jump out and pulled a bunch of old ladies outside the courtyard to pretend to be innocent, and began to pour bitterness constantly.

At the same time, the old ladies kept putting eye drops on, and the people in the courtyard were busy with other things.

Even Grandma Chai and the other old men didn't notice Zhao Hong who was acting weird outside.

It was not until dinner that Grandma Chai heard what Zhao Hong said from Shui and Grandpa’s wife.

The more I heard it, the more angry I felt. Even the hands holding chopsticks used a little more strength.

Before I could put down my chopsticks and search for a few juniors, I saw Han Yao kneeling in the mourning hall suddenly appear from the corner of my eyes.

But now he changed his face, and he quickly put down his chopsticks and headed towards the mourning hall.

Fu Shaoli stood beside Han Yao with a calm face, looking down at the girl who had just woken up and showed off her power.

But it was difficult to pull her away toughly, so I could only accompany her here.

On the other hand, Han Jin was also stunned. When Han Yao opened his eyes, he was always by his side, so the first thing the little girl saw was him.

However, before Han Jin's smile was fully displayed on his face, Han Yao pushed him away.

He was stunned and was pushed to the ground by Han Yao. Han Yao lifted the quilt and got out of the bed without even wearing shoes.

He rushed to the mourning hall and knelt down. The clear muffled sound was clearly heard under the low music of the Great Compassion Mantra.

When Han Yao woke up, no one paid attention to it. He knelt in front of the crystal coffin like a wooden man.

Fu Shaoli, who was chasing out of the west room, was holding Han Yao's shoes in her hand. Without her reaction, she helped her put the shoes on.

Fu Shaoli just stood up and stood beside her. Out of the corner of his eyes, he swept the old man who was rushing in, and turned to the side.

"Grandma Chai."

"Why did this girl come out?"

"In my dreams, I always want to be filial to the spirit. I finally let myself escape from the darkness and rushed here in a hurry, not even caring about my fever."

Fu Shaoli said this correctly. Han Yao's fever during his coma did not improve much, and she was trapped in a nightmare.

He kept talking in his sleep, but he couldn't get out of it. Finally, he woke up with all his strength, and ran out and kneeled without caring about his body.

Fu Shaoli felt extremely distressed about such a silly girl and never had any experience of sending a relative away.

At this moment, I deeply put my feelings with Han Yao together, and carefully felt the pain that made Han Yao feel so painful.
Chapter completed!