He squatted on the ground, grabbed Yang Ping's palm with trembling hands, and pressed it deeply to his face, choked with sobs that he could not speak.

Yang Ping didn't seem to notice, and the little song in her mouth did not stop.

Obsessed with obsession.

"You don't recognize me..." Fang Jiping raised his head and said with difficulty.

The aunt seemed to pause for a moment, tilting her head. She suddenly looked at Fang Jiping, as if hesitating, and finally took out an old popsicle that had not been opened from her arms, "Don't cry, kid, I beg you

Want to eat popsicles? But I can only eat one, and I want to leave one for my tiger baby."

It had already melted and became wet.

Reaching out to hold the popsicle, he suddenly knelt on the ground while squatting. Holding it, Fang Jiping lowered his head and curled up. He lowered his head on the bricks on the ground and screamed in pain.

Said something.

"mother!"

"Don't cry, kid."

Yang Ping stretched out her hand and touched Fang Jiping's head, as gently as touching the cloth bag in her arms. For some reason, there was a smile on her face.

She was just humming a little song from the mountains softly again, touching Fang Jiping's head and the cloth bag in her arms, as if there was an extra person in her world.
Chapter completed!