There was a rustling movement behind him, and Jiang Si quickly closed the window.

Er Niu Nose poked on the window screen, poke a hole in the window screen as thin as a cicada wing, revealing a wet black nose.

Jiang Si turned his head and saw that Xie Qingyao had only turned around, and then he was relieved and turned around again.

The swarthy nose moved, and it actually stayed in the punctured hole.

The window screens vaguely reflected the outline of the big dog.

Jiang seemed to twitch his mouth and reopened the window.

The big dog looked innocently at Jiang-like, and seemed to know that he couldn't wake up other people, so he didn't say a word.

"I'll get something for you to eat later, and then hurry back, you know?" Jiang Si thought about Er Niu's hungry stomach a little distressed, and feared that it would be discovered, and whispered.

"Asi, who are you talking to?"

Jiang Si hurriedly turned around, and saw Xie Qingyao sitting up, his eyes swollen into walnuts, and he was still hazy.

Er Niu cleverly hid under the window.

Jiang Si walked back: "I think the weather is good, I'm talking to myself."

Xie Qingyao didn't have any doubts, and called the maid to come in muddledly after washing up, and sitting at the table numb for breakfast.

The breakfast before her was only a bowl of gruel.

According to the rules, the parents had just passed away, and within three days there would be no such bowl of gruel, so they could only drink water. But the rules are dead, and people live. Not to mention Xie Qingyao, a delicate girl, even if a sturdy man does not eat for three days and only drinks water, he cries during the day and stays at night during the night, I am afraid it will be ruined in three days.

You can't touch the meaty porridge, and no one criticizes it.

In front of Jiang Si, besides a bowl of gruel, there were two more vegetarian buns.

The vegetarian buns are only bigger than a child's fist. Two buns and a bowl of porridge would have been enough, but Jiang seemed a little worried when he thought of the Erniu at Chuanggen.

Xie Qingyao didn't have the slightest appetite. He didn't want to eat any more porridge after drinking two mouthfuls of porridge. He took a spoon and stirred the porridge.

"Asi, you don't care about me, eat while it's hot, if it's not enough, let the maid bring some."

Jiang Si was silent, and said cheeky: "Then bring ten more buns."

The maid standing beside him lost her voice: "Ten?"

Xie Qingyao glared at the maid: "Talk more! Get it right."

I didn't expect Ah Si to have such a big appetite, and sure enough, people will always change when they grow up.

Soon a plate of plain buns was brought up. The buns were evenly folded, with thin skins and large fillings, neatly arranged in white porcelain dishes.

The maid quietly glanced at Jiang Si, hard to hide her strangeness.

Jiang seemed to frown.

Staring so tightly, how does she feed Erniu?

"I can't eat someone I don't know, so let's go down for now."

Seeing that Xie Qingyao did not object, the maid quietly stepped back.

Xie Qingyao eats absent-mindedly, sometimes distracted, Jiang Si took advantage of this opportunity to throw a plain steamed bun out of the window, waiting for a plate of steamed buns to see the bottom, sweating all over.

She knew that Yu Qi was a mess!

"It's time to come from my grandparents' house today." Xie Qingyao said softly as he walked to the mourning hall.

Jiang Si patted the back of Xie Qingyao's hand and gave silent support.

In the mourning hall, Xie Yinlou was sitting on his knees and burning paper.

The tongue of fire was licked, the paper money turned into a gray butterfly and was swept away by the wind. The young man looked focused and his face was like snow and ice.

"Big Brother——" Xie Qingyao couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw Xie Yinlou.

Xie Yinlou took a pause, raised his eyes to look at Xie Qingyao, then cast his eyes to Jiang Si, and nodded in greeting.

Xie Qingyao knelt down and sat beside Xie Yin Building, took a stack of paper money in his hand and lit it, and murmured.

"You and Simei Jiang will sit inside first, and then come out when your relatives and friends arrive."

"Brother, I want to be with you."

Xie Yinlou looked cold: "Observe."

Xie Qingyao now only has Xie Yinlou's close relatives, so he would not refute his brother's words, so he stood up and went inside in silence.

People came to offer condolences one after another during the day. If any female family members came, Xie Qingyao would come out in return.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Zhibin yelled: "Hedong Zhang's uncle and his wife are here."

Hedong Zhang's family is the family of Mrs. Yongchang Bo, and belongs to the local family.

Soon a group of people came in, crying.

Several women cried with their arms around Xie Qingyao, and hugged them into the hall.

One of the women wiped her tears, and hugged Xie Qingyao tightly: "My son, it's really hard for you. My aunt is late."

A group of women, both long and young, surrounded Xie Qingyao, you and I expressed sympathy.

On this occasion, Jiang Si had to quietly reduce his presence.

"Who is in charge of the affairs of the house now?" the woman asked.

Xie Qingyao kept silent, but cried.

The woman exchanged glances with the others, and she said in her heart that she was just a little girl, how could she understand these mundane things.

"Qing Yao, when your grandmother heard that your mother was gone, she passed out and was still chanting your name in her sleep. The old lady can't worry about you." The woman wiped her tears and the topic changed." Don't be afraid. With me and your uncle, you will definitely handle your parents' affairs well and never let others bully you when you are young."

"I don't understand these, so let's go and talk to my brother with my aunt." Xie Qing said in a dull way.

The woman suffocated, and said warmly: "Well, turning around, my aunt wants to tell your elder brother, it just so happens that your uncle has something to tell your elder brother."

Seeing Xie Qing's ignorant look, the woman stopped talking, and continued to cry about the fate of Xie's brothers and sisters.

At noon, Xie Yinlou urged Xie Qingyao to go back to the house and rest, but he himself looked tired, even his lips were dry and peeled.

Xie Qingyao wanted to persuade her brother to take a break, but now she knows that the huge Bofu can only be supported by her brother. Even if she persuades her to be useless, it will only upset the brother, so she presses it down without mentioning it, and responds honestly. room.

She does not understand many things, but she understands that at this time, following the arrangements of her brother is the most sensible.

Jiang Si quietly reminded: "Qing Yao, I think Mrs. Uncle has other thoughts besides condolences. Please pay attention."

Xie Qingyao nodded slightly, leaving a maid staring here.

The two went back to the house, washed their faces and hands, and not long after they stopped, the maid hurried over, with a deep expression: "Big girl, the uncle's wife is fighting with the eighth wife."

The "eighth wife" in the maid's mouth was the woman who spoke to Xie Qingyao when Jiang Si came over yesterday.

Xie Qingyao moved his eyelids, his voice indifferent: "What are you fighting for? Who will be the steward for us?"

Obviously, when Xie Qingyao asked his uncle's wife a moment ago, he didn't know everything.

She knew it in her heart, and it was precisely because of it that she became more aware of how sad it is to rely on the two mountains of her parents.

She really only has her brother now.

The maid looked strange: "No, the uncle's wife and the eighth wife are vying to marry the eldest son Zhang Luo, saying that the uncle's house is not the mistress of the house. It's not a good thing to take advantage of the filial piety to close the marriage. You don't have to wait another three years. Uncle and Mrs. Uncle’s spirit in the sky."

When Xie Qingyao heard this, his expression changed immediately.