Chapter 658 (1/2)

Qin Huan raised his hand and said, ”the big bird's wings are spread out. It's thousands of meters big. It's like a huge black cloud, covering the sky above. Golden feathers, golden eyes and golden claws are like a flaming fire. They swoop down from the sky to catch the beasts running on the ground. Their wings beat and the wind blows. The trees are directly blown off and roar to the distance. ”

”What a great bird!” Qin Qingqing's eyes were round, with a look of surprise and admiration, and a trace of fear.

Qin'an held up her small chest and said in a loud voice, ”don't be afraid, sister, I'll protect you!” His face is serious.

The sun was shining in the sky. The warm sun was shining on his face. Qin Huan patted the little guy on the shoulder and praised his courage.

Ning Ling is picking vegetables and preparing for lunch. She looks at the scene in front of her eyes gently and smiles gently from time to time.

The children grow up very fast. It seems that in a blink of an eye, Qin Qingqing and Qin An are about to enter the private school. They worship Yan Xiucai, the most talented scholar recognized by the town.

This is a serious and orthodox scholar who doesn't laugh or talk. Looking at a pair of villains kneeling in front of him, he said in a deep voice: ”when you enter my door, you should know that reading is not only for literacy, but also for distinguishing black and white. You should stick to your heart when you do things in the future.”

”Yes, sir.”

Qin Huan stood in front of the window, looking at his grandson and granddaughter. He smiled and turned to leave. He was holding a hemp rope in his hand and tied two grass carp at the other end.

It was Qin Huan's promise to make a bowl of delicious fish soup for Ning Ling every day. Since that day, it has never been interrupted.

”Qin Huan, it's time to make fish soup again.” Lying on the bamboo chair, the old lady with weak feet in the sun smiled and opened her mouth, revealing most of her teeth missing. She looked at her side unconsciously, but there was no one over the other bamboo chair.

At the beginning of the year, in a heavy snow, the old man left in his sleep, with a smile on his lips and no pain.

Qin Huan smiled and nodded, ”Auntie, these two grass carp are very fat today. The fish soup must be delicious. I'll bring you a bowl later.”

The little old lady smiled.

Boiling water to kill fish has been very skilled over the years. When the fish soup comes out of the pot, it's only half an hour.

He took two bowls and put them in place. He left half of them for Qin Qingqing and Qin'an as usual. He picked up one of them. Qin Huan said with a smile, ”I just met the opposite aunt. I'll send her a bowl of fish soup. You can drink it yourself first.”

”Ning Ling said:” OK, then you hurry up, the fish soup is not good to drink when it's cold

Qin Huan nodded, took up the bowl and went out, laughing: ”Auntie, the fish soup is ready. Drink it while it's hot.”

Looking at the little foot old lady leaning on the bamboo chair, her eyes closed like sleeping, her voice stopped abruptly. She looked peaceful, but her breath was gone. In the warm sunlight, she died.

A white matter!

The little foot old lady has been kind to people all her life. She is very popular in the small town, and there are many people on the day of burial. Looking at the coffin, Ning Ling's eyes burst into tears again and turned to Qin Huan's arms.

”Birth, old age, death and rebirth in the world are the iron rules that no one can change. My aunt is very peaceful. She has been reunited with her uncle underground. She should be happy.”

Ning Ling whispered, ”you must promise me that you will be old and walk behind me.”

Qin Huan hugged her. ”OK.”

Year after year, there have been many changes in the town. New wooden buildings have been built in some blank places, and some of them have been broken down due to the loss of their owners.

This year's heavy snow, haohaotangtang does not seem to stop, on the ground layer by layer of sprinkle, pile up. Outside the cold wind whistling water into ice, but inside the cabin is very warm, red charcoal, in the furnace quietly burning.

In bed, a silver haired Ning Ling smiled and talked to her son and daughter-in-law in the room. She looked calm and calm. These years are not outstanding, but she considers herself to be a qualified mother-in-law. She doesn't make her son feel sorry, nor does she blush with her daughter-in-law.

Two 17-8-year-old boys and girls with similar appearance lie down in front of the bed, their red eyes full of worry.

Grandma fell ill in the winter, and failed to recover from it over and over again. She suddenly got worse the other day. She was in a coma and had a good drink. She woke up this morning.