Chapter 3842 Dreaming of Daqin 28

"As long as you... you live a good life, that's all!"

Fang Jinzhou comforted him lightly.

"Dad, let's go! It's already late!"

Fang Qingping was afraid that the effects of the medicine on those people would wear off. Besides, this matter had been resolved and they could leave overnight.

"good!!"

Fang Jinzhou nodded.

"etc--"

Fu'er stopped crying and suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Qingming.

"Qingming, can you call me Aniang?"

Fu'er looked at Fang Qingying with pleading eyes.

"Can't...Mrs. Bear."

Fang Qingming decisively refused.

Although what happened back then was everyone's helplessness, just now, she chose them among her four children and herself.

So in Fang Qingying's eyes, his mother was already dead when she was four years old.

"Dad, let's go!"

Fang Qingming paused for a moment, then called Fang Jinzhou to leave.

"good!!"

Fang Jinzhou followed.

Fu'er sat on the bed and watched the figures of their father and daughter gradually leave.

She fell down on the bed in a hurry, feeling that she couldn't raise any strength in her body.

"Dad, let's go back to Xianyang directly!"

On the way back, Fang Qingying said softly.

"You go to a place with me first, okay?"

Fang Jinzhou suddenly fell silent.

"good!"

Fang Qingying nodded and followed him, and the two of them went up the mountain together.

After going up the mountain, Fang Jinzhou dug a hole and took out a statue from his arms.

Fang Qingping looked over and saw that it was the statue he had stored as a treasure before.

Fang Jinzhou's hand carefully stroked the statue's body gently.

After a long time, it was thrown into the pit.

The statue was thrown in, and he stretched out his hand and covered it with the soil outside.

He used a template he brought and took a carving knife to carve a few words on the wooden board: Tomb of his dead wife.

Without writing anyone's signature, he just told himself that his wife was dead.

After these things were done, the two stood there and looked at everything in front of them.

Snowflakes gradually began to fall, and the world became dreamlike.

"Qingming, your mother is dead..."

After a long time, Fang Jinzhou finally let out a sigh.

Fang Qingping looked at him and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

All right! Her mother was dead...or maybe it was until today, in Fang Jinzhou's eyes, that Fu'er was dead.

The two of them rushed towards Xianyang that night.

Fortunately, it is not yet deep winter and the snow has not yet accumulated.

Finally before the end of the year, the two returned to Xianyang.

Fang Jinzhou continued to be his doctor as before, but the sadness in his brows disappeared.

Fang Qingming cleaned the house and carefully counted the time. It seemed that today was Tian Jingyi's day off.

Calculating, he will definitely come to find me.

Sure enough, Tian Jingyi arrived a moment later.

When he came in, he was still holding the pot of flowers in his hand.

He came in with flowers and was greeted by a burst of fragrance.

"I originally thought about not sending it, but I was afraid that you would be worried, so I brought it over anyway."

Tian Jing placed a handful of flowers on her table.

"Um."

Fang Qingming nodded slightly, stretched out her hand and touched the petals.

"You're doing well."

She looked at him and smiled.