Underage Ghost 2

　　Near noon, Qunxiang finally arrived at her mother's residence with her child

　　"Mom, Mom, are you at home?" The old mother trembled and opened the door, and after Qunxiang saw her mother open the door, she said to her son Junjun: "Go quickly, call your mother-in-law",

　　The army ran over with his little short legs, hugged his grandmother's leg, raised his little face, and then shouted "Grandma."

　　Oh, my goodness, oh, you're here

　　"Junjun, tell your mother-in-law, because you miss your mother-in-law",

　　Because I miss my mother-in-law, the child replied with a small

　　The old man held his chubby little grandson, and he was reluctant to let go of his beloved hand, especially dragging his chubby little hand.

　　The daughter on her back was not awake, Qunxiang carefully put her down, put the little daughter on the bed, let her continue to sleep, and then began to help the old mother clean up the house and wash clothes. It was busy until dusk, when Qunxiang was preparing to make dinner

　　"Small back basket, dangling leisurely" The mobile phone rings. Qunxiang took out the old man's machine, it was the call from her husband, saying that she was going to go home, Qunxiang said, it is too late now, can't go back, ready to go back tomorrow, but the husband said on the other end of the phone, the mother-in-law fell down when cutting grass and feeding cattle, now lying unable to move, please the village doctor, but because the old man is seventy-five, do not dare to take medicine casually, can only infuse first, and then wipe themselves, see if there are other wounds, and then apply medicine to the wound first.

　　Because the daughter married far away, it was not appropriate for the son to wipe his mother's body, so he had to quickly shout Qunxiang back.

　　"Mom, my mother over there fell, there is no female dependent at home, Huazi alone is not convenient to take care of over there, the dish I have cut ah, you wait a moment to remember a stir-fry on the line ah"

　　"Junjun, quickly take your sister's things, we're going home."

　　"Oh, go to the field and pick some cucumbers, and take the peppers to eat," the old mother said to the group.

　　Qun Xiang didn't know what her mother-in-law's injuries were, so she packed up in a hurry

　　"Mom, don't pick it, the family has planted it"

　　Then Qunxiang carried her daughter on her back, took her son by the hand and left, fortunately, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was particularly round, the moonlight was particularly bright, and their mother and son could see the road.

　　When you come, most of them are climbing, but if you return the same way, it is downhill, and the time is nearly half shorter than when you came.

　　After a while, Qunxiang entered the cornfield where she came, and then came to the slope where the bridge was "built", and she stood for a while, hesitating whether to take a detour, but if she wanted to take a detour, it would waste a lot of time, and it was night, even if there was moonlight, but in the cornfield, if you did not follow the path, you might go wrong.

　　Therefore, Qun Xiang, with a crossed heart, silently said in his mouth: "Sorry, child, I didn't mean it, tomorrow I will definitely burn paper money for you" and then led his son and walked over the "bridge".

　　Qunxiang tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, and led the child to quickly walk across the "bridge" and then continued to walk forward.

　　"Mom! Mom! Junjun watched his mother walk across the bridge and walked forward, still holding a small child in his hand, shouting "Mother" in a hoarse voice, but his mother could not hear it, and then led "he" to walk forward.

　　Qunxiang led her son all the way, and suddenly felt that her son's small hands were very cold, and then her son, who was originally a whisperer, suddenly became quiet, which made her a little unaccustomed.

　　So she asked, "Son, what's wrong?" Tired, why don't you talk? ”

　　The son Junjun still did not speak, and was about to go out of the cornfield, Qunxiang looked at the road in front of him, afraid of slipping under his feet, so he thought that his son was tired, so he did not ask again. But her son's small hand was still particularly cold, and she squeezed her son's small hand again, wanting to pass some warmth to him, but today I don't know what is wrong, his little hand has never been hot.

　　Immediately out of the cornfield, the last slope, after jumping over this slope, into the village. Qunxiang first spread his son's hands, and then carefully descended the slope, and then faced his son standing on the slope and raised his hands, "Come, junjun, jump down, mother catch you."

　　The "junjun" stood still, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the daughter on her back began to cry, and Qunxiang turned her head to comfort the weeping little daughter.

　　Turning her head again, the "son" had jumped to her side, and then the son held out his hand to her, meaning that he wanted her to hold it, and she wrapped the "son's" small hand into the palm of her hand again, still so cold, and then continued to walk forward.