Mo Yun Dragging Rain

In the hut, the dirty child knelt next to the old man, lifting the old man's head with both hands, trying to make her have a comfortable position. At the same time, he was so anxious and helpless that he really couldn't think of anyone he should go to to save his grandma's life. On the contrary, the old man who was breathing out more than he was breathing in completely ignored the pain all over his body and wanted to reach out and touch the boy in front of him again and again. Finally, the old man, who was more than willing but lacking in strength, fumbled and finally put his trembling hand on the child's face. "Xiao Qisheng, you will have to wander alone from now on..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.