Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

Just when the Xia family rushed to see the two babies, Mrs. Bai, who was far away from home in France, also received a call from Feng Xun, saying that Ping'an gave birth to a pair of children on the seventh day of the summer, and even sent a picture.

The children in the photo haven't opened their eyes yet, but they look very lovely and healthy.

"So good, so good..." old lady Bai is lying on the bed, looking at her granddaughter Bai gently magnifying the photo sent by Feng Xun, looking at the lovely children in the photo, with a happy smile on her face, and constantly chanting "so good"!

"Grandmother, you don't have to worry about it. I said that the seventh day of summer is in good health. It won't be a problem to give birth to this pair of twins..." Bai said with a smile, looking at her excited and gratified expression.

Old lady Bai nodded and said in a low voice: "yes, she gave birth to this pair of children safely, so I can feel at ease... I have an account to face her mother underground..."

Her voice is very low, white gently for a moment did not hear clearly, quickly asked: "grandmother, what do you say?"

"Nothing..." old lady Bai shakes her head and smiles. She whispers to Bai: "gently, help me open the drawer. I want my little wooden box..."

Although Bai qingran was a little confused, he opened the drawer of the bedside table according to her grandmother's instructions, took out the small wooden box, and slowly opened it. There was a gold coin with rose cross pattern in it, and a picture of her mother holding the seventh day of summer in her swaddling clothes.

"It's been more than 20 years before I know it..." old lady Bai picked up the old photo, sighed with low emotion, and then picked up the long cherished gold coin, and slowly rubbed it in her palm.

"At the beginning, when I gave the gold coin to Xia's mother, I knew that she would live up to my trust and lead the crusade to a new height. She did not disappoint me, but she was killed by the conspiracy in the end..."

With a bitter smile and a sigh, Mrs. Bai looked at the picture and said in a low voice: "there's another gold coin. I gave it to Miss Xia. Maybe I'm selfish, but I believe that she will be able to inject light into the chaotic organization..."

"Grandmother, at this time you don't want to worry about those things, have a good rest..." Bai gently see grandmother began to recall the past, quickly whispered advice.

Old lady Bai laughed noncommittally, raised her eyes and said to her granddaughter, "gently, I'm suddenly a little hungry. Go and help me cook a bowl of porridge..."

"Well, grandmother, white porridge is not nutritious enough. Let me cook you a bowl of millet porridge with red dates and shredded chicken. I just learned from an oriental chef!" White gently heard grandmother said hungry, hastily said.

"Well, then you do it!" Old lady Bai nodded slightly and looked at her granddaughter with a smile in her eyes.

"Grandmother, you wait. I'll do it for you right now." White gently quickly stood up, turned away from the bedroom, toward the direction of the kitchen.

Old lady Bai watched her granddaughter leave until she couldn't see her figure. Then she drew back her eyes and looked down at the picture in her hand. With the other hand, she slowly held the gold coin in her hand. The corners of her lips were slightly raised. She closed her eyes in a calm manner, and her breath gradually disappeared.

Bai qingran is happily helping her grandmother cook porridge in the kitchen, and even takes out her own notes to study the proportion of chicken and jujube porridge.

Although it was the first time that she cooked this kind of porridge, she felt satisfied after smelling the fragrance. Until the porridge was cooked, she happily turned off the stove, first picked up the spoon and tasted it, but she couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

She carefully filled a bowl of porridge, then took the bowl of porridge on a tray and walked towards grandma's room. As soon as she got to the door of the room, she said aloud, "grandma, the porridge has been cooked. It tastes delicious. You must like it..."

She couldn't hear her grandmother's voice. She felt a sense of foreboding. She quickly walked over and saw her grandmother close her eyes and lean on the head of the bed. Her head had been completely tilted to one side. Her hands were stiff. The bowl of porridge in her hand suddenly fell to the ground and splashed on her feet, but she didn't feel it.

"Grandmother, grandmother, wake up..." strode to the hospital bed, shaking old lady Bai's body, but found that no matter how he called, grandmother would never open her eyes to respond to her.

Bai gently stretched out her hand and trembled to explore her grandmother's breath. Sure enough, she found that her grandmother had lost her breath, but she still held the gold coin and the picture in her hand.

"Grandmother --" Bai qingran knew that her grandmother had just supported herself. I'm afraid she had already realized that the time was coming. She didn't want to close her eyes in front of her. She burst into tears.

Before Ming Ming, my grandmother was in good spirits. Even when she heard Feng Xun call, she said that she was happy like a child when she gave birth to a pair of healthy children on the seventh day of the third lunar month

Now it seems that maybe the joy and excitement of my grandmother just now is just a reflection. My grandmother has already run out of oil lamps, and she just has to hold on for the last breath. She must wait until the seventh day of the summer when she gives birth to a pair of children safely before she can safely leave.

So a few days ago, as long as my grandmother woke up from sleep, she would habitually ask if the child of girl Xia had been born... The driving force supporting my grandmother's original life was the child of the seventh day of the summer!

Bai gently thought of it, sniffed, wiped his tears and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Since the death of her mother on the seventh day of the summer, her grandmother has been living in remorse. Now she is sure that she will live happily on the seventh day of the summer, marry Feng Xun and have children. Only in this way can she really rest assured to die

So when my grandmother passed away, I had to hold the group photo and the gold coin representing my identity!

Bai gently tried to break her grandmother's hand, but found that her grandmother held the gold coin tightly, as if she was not willing to let go. Maybe the fragmented crusade was her only regret!

Bai sighed softly, gave up the move of breaking her grandmother's palm, calmed down and began to prepare for her burial.

He helped his grandmother arrange the things to be buried together. After Bai lightly contacted the burial, he thought about it and sent a message to Feng Xun in his own name, telling him the news of his grandmother's death, and even passing the time and place of burial.

She knew that she had just had a baby on the seventh day of the summer and needed to recuperate. She didn't expect the couple to attend her grandmother's funeral, but she didn't intend to hide the news of her grandmother's death from them