The little girl didn't know how her master was feeling right now.
Her attention was attracted by the chicken legs. She took a bite of the chicken legs and her eyes lit up: "It's delicious."
Mingyuetong smiled: "Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly, no one will compete with you if you don't care."
Xiao Naibao nodded while eating the chicken drumstick: "Yeah."
But she stopped after taking a few bites.
Mingyuetong, who was making tea next to her, looked at her: "What's wrong?"
Xiao Naibao didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the half-eaten chicken drumstick in his hand.
Mingyuetong sighed softly when he saw this, stretched out his hands to put his little junior brother into his arms, gently stroked her back, and said in a gentle tone: "It's okay, the third senior brother is here."
"..." Xiao Naibao's body trembled, and then he heard a choking voice, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Third senior brother, my mother is dead."
She has never met her mother, but she has shared emotions with her father several times and felt her father's passionate love for her mother, so she has some memories of her mother.
In fact, she had been thinking that if she could survive the car accident as a baby, then maybe her mother as an adult could survive too.
Mingyuetong said nothing and patted Xiao Naibao's back.
"Woo!"
Tears fell from the corners of Xiaobaobao's eyes. She was very sad and sad.
Xiao Naibao cried a lot in Mingyuetong's arms, and fell asleep when she was tired of crying.
Mingyuetong took her back to the room, wiped her face, hands and feet with a hot towel, covered her with a quilt and left quietly.
Mingyuetong came to the main hall and saw that the master who had been obsessed with short videos recently did not watch short videos. Instead, he was kneeling on the ground seriously, holding a turtle shell and whispering something in his mouth.
It looks like he is doing divination, but in the past, Qingwei used to do divination with his fingers, and there was no such big battle.
Mingyuetong guessed that he took Xiao Naibao's words to heart and wanted to figure out something through divination.
Mingyuetong stood quietly by the door without disturbing him.
A long while.
"Wow!"
Qingwei spat out a mouthful of blood and shook her body.
Mingyuetong's face changed slightly, and she quickly stepped forward to support Qingwei: "Master."
"Wuchen," Qingwei stabilized her body, raised her hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of her mouth, and noticed the worry on her face, waved her hand and said, "It's fine for me, don't worry too much."
Mingyuetong: "You should pay attention to your health. If something happens to you and you think that your junior brother is being bullied by others, who will stand up for her?"
Qingwei gave his third apprentice a slap on the head, "Don't curse me as a master."
Mingyuetong covered his head that was knocked: "I'm telling the truth."
Although they are somewhat famous in the Xuan Master world, their reputation is far less famous than that of their master. If the junior brother is really bullied, of course it is the master who will be the most effective.
Qingwei put down the turtle shell in her hand, stood up and patted the dust on her robe: "I can live for another hundred years."
As he spoke, he took the handkerchief and wiped the blood off his beard.
Mingyuetong: "If you do some divination a few times, you should be able to live to be a hundred years old."
Qing Weiwei Ge, this apprentice is cursing him.
Mingyuetong asked: "What did you predict?"
Qingwei's expression was complicated: "Nothing."
Mingyuetong was startled: Master has already vomited blood, but he didn't predict anything?
"But things are quite serious, maybe it will be like it was back then," Qingwei let out a long sigh.
Mingyuetong was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted: "Are you saying that my junior brother can also..."
She stopped mid-sentence and said firmly: "I won't agree to it."
"I don't agree either," Qingwei pressed her throbbing temple: "Things haven't reached that point yet, there will always be a way."
He said firmly: "As long as I am alive, no one can touch my apprentice."
When Xiao Naibao woke up, his eyes became red and swollen.
She touched her sore eyes and suddenly remembered that when she lived in the Tang family villa, the housekeeper would always notice the strangeness of her eyes immediately and bring her hot towels and ice cubes.
The little girl turned over and curled up on the bed. Her head was dizzy. She didn't want to move and wanted to continue sleeping.
For the next time, the little milk bag was listless.
Qingwei and Mingyuetong knew that she was in a bad mood, so they didn't bother her in the first few days. But after a few days, she still looked like this, so they tried to divert the little girl's attention, trying to get her to fight. Cheer up.
The little girl knew they were doing her best, but she didn't know why she couldn't laugh.
"Didi!"
Xiao Naibao's phone and watch rang, and it was Tang Song who contacted her: "Sister, your birthday is coming soon. You must remember to come to my birthday party."
The little girl was startled, thinking that such a thing was indeed happening.
but……
The little girl grabbed the furry tail behind her. There was no way she could go outside in this state. Others would treat her like a monster.
Seeing that the little girl was silent, Tang Song was a little anxious: "Sister, aren't you coming?"
"Maybe I can't come," Xiao Naibao hesitated and said.
"Ah? Why?" Tang Song was surprised, "I really want you to come over. I made an agreement with dad that if you come over, we will go to the amusement park the day after your birthday."
Xiao Naibao felt a little guilty: "Fourth brother, I'm sorry."
Tang Song: "What are you busy with?"
Little Naibao: "...There's something going on here, I can't leave for the time being."
Tang Song sighed, helpless: "Okay."
He asked again: "Then will you come back during the Chinese New Year?"
Xiao Naibao lowered his head and looked at the big snow-white tail: "It also depends on the situation."
Tang Song was completely disappointed: "Ah? Why?"
The little girl didn't know what to say.
Tang Song thought for a while and didn't know what he thought of. He became excited: "By the way, I have a way."
Tang Song said, before waiting for the little girl to react, he hung up the phone happily: "Sister, I'm going to work first, goodbye!"
Little Milk Bun:? ? ?
any solution?
The little girl didn't think much about it.
However, before going to bed at night, she received a call from Tang Xuan.
Tang Xuan would contact Xiao Naibao every few days and ask her about her recent daily life. The weather was cold and she had to pay attention to her health, eat more, and go to bed early and get up early.
Tang Xuan was a little nagging, but the little girl responded one by one.
The father and daughter chatted about daily life. Before hanging up the phone, the little girl called out: "Dad."
"What's wrong?" Tang Xuan's voice was gentle.
The little girl hesitated for a moment, "I... you, you should also take care of yourself."
In the end, Xiao Naibao didn't think about what she wanted to ask and asked.
She wanted to ask her father how her mother died, whether someone killed her, and why her father said such things.
But every time she mentions her mother, her father will be very sad. She doesn't want to make her father sad.
Xiao Naibao decided to start from other places to find out about her mother.
