Chapter 891 (2/2)
More and more she thinks uncle Jing has many secrets Why didn't you find out before?
Is it true that uncle Jing is as deep as Huo Zhenghai said?
”Who knows? That's what he said, and then at that time You always cry It's strange that I breast feed you, but you are still very inconvenient. It's different from Zhixin. At that time, Zhixin would sleep peacefully after she was fed. You can't do it. At that time, you cried all the time before the full moon. The sound of crying was very loud. We all couldn't sleep well. Later, uncle Jing said It's better to call it Huo Mian. Sleep. I hope I can sleep well in the future. That's it. The name is fixed. ”
”Mom When I was born, didn't doctor LAN from Dongtao town deliver me? Then... After I was born, did Uncle Jing have any contact with doctor LAN? Is it a distant relative
Yang Meirong nodded, ”yes When I was on my way to Dongtao Town, uncle Jing sent doctor LAN some of our specialties. ”
”And then? Does uncle Jing go back to Dongtao town many times? ” Asked Hermione.
”Are you ok? There are quite a lot, because I want to help you with some miscellaneous formalities. Who knows? Anyway, at that time when I was in the moon, it was your uncle Jing who ran around. ” Yang Meirong seems to know very little about these things.
Most of them are based on Jingde's words
”Mom Is uncle Jing's remains still there? I want to see it. ”
”Look what it's doing. It's bad luck.” Yang Meirong seems unhappy.
”I'm a doctor. What do I believe? Mom, find it for me. I miss Uncle Jing very much. ”
”Wait I'll find it. It seems that there's nothing left. It's just a small box. ”
After that, Yang Meirong went upstairs and came down with a small box in her arms.
Huo Mian smiled and said, ”Mom, can you heat me a glass of milk? I want to drink it.”
”OK, wait.”
After Huo Mian opened his mother, he quickly opened the small black box and began to look at the remains left by Uncle Jing.
Trying to find some clues Because she is more and more curious, more and more want to know, what happened in those years?