If we take it seriously, then Wang Xifeng is really pitiful. For such a smart person, who knows that in the end, his cleverness will be mistaken for his cleverness. He lost his life in vain at such a young age. Now he is even afraid that no one will take care of his affairs.

She worries.

Now I think about how when she was proud, she always worked hard for Jia's family, and she didn't know how much effort she spent in vain. Although she didn't dare to say that she had no plans for others in her life, she did not worry about the serious masters of Jia's family.

But now, I'm afraid she can't find anyone willing to worry about her funeral.

Thinking about it is both ridiculous and deplorable, complex and pitiful.

Everyone was filled with emotion at that moment, and they all advised Ping'er: "My dear sister, please stop crying. What the hell is this? Who do you need to beg like this? My second grandma was so kind to us when she was alive. Now, now

She passed away unfortunately, and if no one really cares about her funeral, then it will naturally be our business..."

When Ping'er heard this, he was extremely grateful and thanked everyone with tears in his eyes. While crying, he said: "I have money that my second mistress has prepared in advance. She is just afraid that one day, who knows what will happen?"

One day has come so quickly..."

When everyone heard this, they lamented Sister Feng's intelligence, but when they thought about it again, they felt even more pitiful for her: How could such a smart person get to this point?

For a moment, everyone was busy comforting Ping'er and said: "Silly girl, although we are not rich people, we can still get this kind of money. If you do this, you will treat us as outsiders!"

After hearing this, Ping'er shook his head and cried bitterly: "It's not that I treat you as outsiders, it's actually that Second Mistress has given you many instructions in advance not to use your money!"

After everyone tried to persuade her for a long time, Jian Ping'er insisted that Sister Feng had prepared money for burial in advance and was determined not to use other people's money, so everyone had no choice but to give up.

Jia Cong hurriedly sent his boys to the Jia Mansion to inquire about Sister Feng's funeral. Several boys agreed and rode away, and everyone gradually suppressed their grief.

The sounds are all made by people sitting in the room with their heads bowed in reminiscence.

Besides, they were crying uncomfortably here, and Jia Cong's small courtyard was not very big, so the sound of crying had already passed through the door and reached Sister Qiao's ears.

She heard it, and Bi Luo next to her heard it clearly. And Bi Luo knew the truth, so when she heard the intermittent crying, she knew that it was Ping'er who had probably gotten the news.

When she saw Qiaojie in front of her, she seemed to be eavesdropping. Bi Luo knew that this child was very smart, and she was afraid that she would be sad when she found out the truth. She was even more afraid that she would do something stupid if she couldn't think straight, so

He quickly took her hand and asked with a smile: "Good sister, tell me quickly, do you like that pretty Huang Rong? Is she smart?"

After hearing his question, Sister Qiao replied: "I like it, why don't I like it? Sister, the story you told is really nice, but now I am so sleepy that I can't even open my eyes. I just want to lie down and sleep."

Go, why don't you wait until I wake up and my sister can tell me the story?"

When Bi Luo heard her prevarication, why couldn't she figure out what she was thinking? She was about to stop her, but who knew that the little girl had already turned around and went into the back room to lie down.

Helpless, Bi Luo had no choice but to follow her in, sit beside her and pat Qiao Sister gently, hoping in her heart that this little guy was really sleepy.

At this time, the room was completely quiet, and even Sister Qiao's breathing was very gentle. Perhaps the girl was afraid that she would not hear what was going on outside, so she might have deliberately lowered her breathing.

At this time, the crying sound that came into the house from outside became even clearer. It was almost clear that it was Ping'er who was crying without much identification, and she could faintly be heard crying about "Second Grandma" and "Sister Qiao"

, "life is bitter"...

Bi Luo was startled by this. She couldn't help but secretly blame Ping'er for being so careless. What would happen if Sister Qiao heard this?

She was afraid that the little girl Qiaojieer would think too much, so she leaned over to check.

But I saw that Sister Qiao was crying with her eyes closed. Her long eyelashes had long been wet with tears, but the pillow was very wet.

As soon as Bi Luo saw her, she hugged Sister Qiao and comforted her softly: "My dear sister, don't think too much. Your Aunt Ping always makes a fuss, and her temperament is too weak, so she can't stand anything."

Damn it, often the smallest thing becomes bigger than the sky when it comes to her, don’t take it seriously..."

Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, Sister Qiao suddenly turned over and sat up. She stared at Bi Luo and asked: "Sister, tell me the truth, I won't tell anyone else where to go!"

Say, tell me, is my mother gone?"

Bi Luo never thought that Sister Qiao would question her like this. She didn't know how to reply for a moment, she just stared at Sister Qiao, speechless.

Sister Qiao immediately understood her situation when she saw her, and couldn't help crying loudly: "Does my mother really disappear? Do I really think that I will never have a mother again? Then what should I do in the future?

Who will care about me in the future...?"

Sister Qiao was extremely sad at the moment, but she was afraid of being too sad and annoying, so she tried her best to suppress the sadness in her heart. She only dared to sob in a low voice, her little body shaking like a branch in the cold winter wind.

General withered leaves.

Her appearance makes her look even more pitiful and lovely.

It turns out that Bi Luo also lost her mother when she was as young as Qiao, so she knew all about Qiao's fear, despair, loneliness, sadness... all kinds of heart-piercing pain.

Seeing that Sister Qiao didn't dare to let go of her voice and cry even at this moment, Bi Luo felt unspeakable pity for her. She immediately hugged Sister Qiao in her arms and put her mouth on her.

She whispered soothingly to her small ears: "Good sister, if you want to cry, just cry happily. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Even if they hear it, you won't be afraid..."

Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Sister Qiao desperately crawled into her arms, while shaking her head desperately, sobbing: "I don't cry, I don't cry, I can't cry... If I cry... Aunt Ping

It’s even more uncomfortable...I can’t cry..."

She said she shouldn't cry, but her own mother passed away and would never see her again in this life, so how could she hold back her tears?

Although she couldn't really hear her crying, Biluo soon felt a warmth in her arms. She thought it was the little girl's tears that had soaked through her thick clothes...

Bi Luo loved this sensible little girl more and more. She just hugged her tightly and kept comforting her in a low voice: "Good sister, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. There are still us, and there is Aunt Ping... we will
Chapter completed!