Gu juixi frowned, but his heart was still depressed because of aunt Mao's death.

When ye Yuwei saw him like this, she didn't speak any more. Instead, she looked back at her son on the other side of the bed. Then she hopped over and sat by the bed, bowed her head and gently kissed her son.

"Xi City, it's time to get up and go back." Ye Yuwei whispered, patting her son's little body.

Ye Xicheng twisted his little body. He was not so serious when he just woke up. He was holding mummy's clothes in his little hand and didn't want to wake up.

Ye Yuwei patted his little body gently, waiting for him to relax.

Ye Xicheng hummed for a while, then reluctantly opened his eyes, small body to Ye Yuwei's arms, "Mommy."

Ye Yuwei kisses his little head and says, "get up, grandma is still waiting for you at home. After a while, Grandpa Jin will come and go back with him."

Ye Xicheng sucked his little nose. Now he really woke up, so after mummy opened her mouth, she nodded and answered.

After Xi Xi wakes up, Gu JieXi is in a good temper. When ye Yuwei helps Ye Xicheng wash her face and change her clothes, the little girl is still choking in Gu JieXi's arms.

Gu juixi couldn't see his girl crying. At this moment, he coaxes her like a baby. Ye Yuwei is too lazy to take care of her. He helps his son carry his schoolbag and tells him to take good care of his grandmother when he gets home.

No matter what ye Yuwei said, ye Xicheng listened carefully and nodded.

When Jin Shu came, the little girl had not finished crying. Ye Yuwei squinted at her daughter and said, "is it enough to cry?"

Xi Xi curled her little mouth and sucked her little nose. "No, they haven't cried enough."

Ye Yuwei was angry and laughed by her daughter. She sat by the bed and took out the man. Then she took the coat of her sister, which ye Xicheng had brought for her, and put it on for her daughter.

"Then go home and cry for your brother." Ye Yuwei said, put on her little coat, and then took a paper towel to wipe her nose. "I haven't cried enough, but I don't have your playwright. OK, go back with Grandpa Jin."

Xiaoxijing was very unconvinced. She didn't cry enough, so she was driven away by mummy.

Ye Xicheng takes xiaoxijing's hand and says goodbye to Mummy before he follows uncle Jin.

Xiaoxijing looks back three times in one step. Her mouth is always turning. It seems that she will cry at any time. She has just woken up, and Mommy is going to send her away.

"We'll make Mommy more tired here. When Mommy comes home, she can accompany you every day." Ye Xicheng comforts his sister.

Ye Yuwei listens to the small voice outside. Her heart warms slightly. Her son can give her different warmth every time.

Ye Yuwei sent away two small ones and looked back at the big one who still bowed her head.

"Let's get ready for Aunt Mao." Gu said suddenly.

Ye Yuwei pauses, "now?"

"Well, let aunt Mao settle down earlier." Gu juixi's voice was low, which suppressed his grief.

Ye Yuwei nodded and sat down beside the bed, holding the man in his arms.

No matter how strong Gu juixi is, he is also a person, not a God.

Gu juixi's forehead is against Ye Yuwei's shoulder. He doesn't speak, and ye Yuwei doesn't speak. The ward is so quiet.

Sometimes, language is really the most meaningless existence.

Silence is perhaps the best way to get along.

His pain, he did not say, she knew.

Her heart aches, she does not say, he knows.

At this time, language is just a burden.