Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 691 I don't want to die, I want to live
As the night deepens, the fog gradually sinks.

There is a vast amount of water vapor floating in the courtyard, layer by layer, enveloping.

There was no moon at night, Qiao Zhai only had dim yellow street lamps illuminating the ground.

Light and shadow are intertwined, branches are intertwined, and one landscape after another is projected on the ground.

In the bedroom, Fang Ya fell asleep in a daze.

Head, dull pain.

Her little hands clutched the quilt tightly, and there were big drops of sweat on her forehead.

"Yaya, Yaya, grandpa is here to see you, do you miss grandpa?"

"No, no..." Fang Ya closed her eyes tightly, whispering, sweating.

"Yaya, it's cold outside, can you let grandpa in?"

A deep, old voice floats in the air...

"Yaya, it's cold and hurts, grandpa's heart disease has happened again..."

"Yaya, where is the medicine, where is the medicine you bought for me..."

"Yaya, Yaya... You haven't seen grandpa for a long time..."

"Grandpa misses you..."

"Don't, don't..." Fang Ya's hand tightly clutched the quilt, her facial features were distorted and painful, "Grandpa, your death really has nothing to do with me. I didn't move the car, it was Qiao Tianyou, Qiao Tianyou."

In the darkness, Fang Ya's voice was tense and her shoulders twitched.

She shrank into a ball in fright, unable to distinguish reality from dreams in her mind.

Qin Shien's voice floated and floated in his ears, dangling back and forth, like reality and dream.

She was trembling with fear, clutching the quilt tightly.

The pillow was already damp, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears.

"Yaya, the medicine you gave grandpa is so bitter..."

Qin Shien's voice kept echoing in Fang Ya's ears, like wind and ghost.

Uncertain, buzzing around the earlobe like a bee.

"Grandpa, don't torture me anymore...I'll burn paper for you tomorrow... okay...Grandpa..." Fang Ya grabbed the quilt, sweating all over.

At this moment, Fang Ya heard the sound of the medicine bottle shaking.

The pills bounced in the bottle and made a "thump, boom, boom" sound.

"Ah..." Fang Ya covered her head, her headache was about to explode, "Don't...don't..."

"Yaya, help grandpa taste whether this medicine is bitter or not..."

An old, vigorous voice sounded, mixed with the sound of pills.

Fang Ya's whole body collapsed upon hearing this voice.

The headache was already severe, but now the whole person felt as if he was in dire straits, suffering unbearable pain.

She covered her ears with her hands, not wanting to hear the voice that sounded like a dream but not a dream.

"Yaya, Yaya..."

"Grandpa...don't force me, don't force me..." Fang Ya burst into tears, "I changed the medicine you took secretly, but your death has nothing to do with me, it's nothing to do!"

"Oh, Yaya, you don't love grandpa anymore...you don't even come to accompany grandpa..." The old man sighed.

Fang Ya became more and more horrified, her body trembling with fear.

"No, I don't want to accompany you, I don't want to die, I want to live, live well..."

"Yaya, you took away everything from grandpa, what should grandpa do..." The old man sighed again.

The long sigh was heard in the dark, and it was particularly creepy.

It's like bells ringing in the dark night, jingling, crisp but ethereal.

There is a kind of illusory and ethereal that cannot be grasped.

"Grandpa...Didn't you give those things to me...Grandpa, you can't go back on your word...Grandpa, can I burn paper for you? Whatever you want, I'll burn it for you." Fang Ya hid under the quilt with a headache crack.

"Oh." Another sigh, "I want you to accompany me."

(End of this chapter)