Male God Please Lie Down

"As long as you...you are living well!"

Fang Jinzhou comforted briefly.

"Father, let's go! It's already late!"

Fang Qingming was afraid that the effects of those people's medicine would pass. Furthermore, the matter had been resolved, and they could leave overnight.

"good!!"

Fang Jinzhou nodded.

"etc--"

Fuer stopped crying, suddenly raised her head and looked at Fang Qingming.

"Qingming, can you call me a Niang?"

Fuer looked at Fang Qingming with pleading eyes.

"Can't... Mrs. Bear."

Fang Qingming refused decisively.

Although what happened back then was the helplessness of everyone, but just now, she chose them among the four children and her.

So in Fang Qingming's eyes, his mother was already dead when she was four years old.

"Daddy, let's go!"

Fang Qingming paused for a moment, and then called Fang Jinzhou to leave.

"good!!"

Fang Jinzhou followed.

Fuer sat on the bed and watched the backs of their father and daughter gradually leave.

She fell on the bed hurriedly, feeling that she couldn't lift a trace of strength all over her body.

"Father, let's go back to Xianyang directly!"

On the way back, Fang Qingming said softly.

"You go to a place with me first, okay?"

Fang Jinzhou fell silent abruptly.

"good!"

Fang Qingming nodded, following him, the two of them went up the mountain together.

After reaching the mountain, Fang Jinzhou dug a hole, and then took out a statue from his arms.

Fang Qingming looked over. It was the statue he had stored before as a treasure.

Fang Jinzhou's hand carefully touched the statue's body, gently touching it.

After a long time, it was thrown into that pit.

The statue was thrown in, and he stretched out his hand to cover the dirt outside.

In a template he brought with him, he took a carving knife and carved a few words on the wooden board, the tomb of the dead wife.

He didn't write anyone's signature, he was just telling himself that his wife was dead.

After all these things were done, the two stood there, watching everything in front of them.

Snow gradually began to drift down, and the world became dreamlike.

"Qing Ming, your mother is dead..."

After a long time, Fang Jinzhou let out a sigh.

Fang Qingming looked at him and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Ok! Her mother died...or to this day, in Fang Jinzhou's eyes, Fu'er died here.

The two rushed towards Xianyang that night.

Fortunately, before the deep winter, the snow has not yet accumulated.

Finally before the New Year's Eve, the two returned to Xianyang.

Fang Jinzhou continued to be his doctor as before, but the sadness in his brows disappeared.

Fang Qingming cleaned the house once, and then carefully calculated the time, as if it was Tian Jingyi's shift today.

Calculating, he will definitely come to him.

Sure enough, Tian Jingyi came after a while.

When he came in, he was still holding the pot of flowers in his hand.

He came in with flowers, and there was a burst of fragrance facing him.

"I thought that it would not be delivered, but I was afraid that you were worried, so I brought it over."

Tian Jing put a handful of flowers on her table.

"Ok."

Fang Qingming nodded slightly, she reached out and touched the petals.

"You raised it well."

She looked at him and smiled slightly.