Chapter 3260 Raised a Prince, or an Ancestor? (46)

At this moment, a little boy covered in mud rushed in with a pile of wild vegetables, and all of a sudden he was lying on the edge of the grass mat, his eyes were red:

"Grandma...you don't want to die, don't die, Qingyang is obedient and won't be naughty anymore."

"Grandma, look, Qingyang will be looking for food. I just found it in the woods at the foot of the mountain. Many aunties are digging for this edible food."

The little boy pushed all the wild vegetables he picked to his grandmother, crying and anxiously expressing that he had grown up.

Wiping away tears with his muddy hands, he obediently knelt on the edge of the straw mat.

"Grandma, Qingyang will never let you work again. From now on, I will dig a lot every day, and I will dig a lot and come back, so that we won't be hungry. Grandma, you don't want to die, I don't want you to die."

The little boy wanted to be strong, but the fear of losing his only relative made him tremble uncontrollably, and his tears could not stop, and finally he fell on his grandmother and cried out.

The old man's skinny big hand covered with black spots tightly held his grandson's small hand full of mud, and said with a face full of reluctance: "Qingyang, be obedient."

"Listen to your brothers and sisters carefully in the future, work more, eat less, and don't make them angry, you know?"

"Grandma, don't you want me too? You're leaving too, don't you want Qingyang?" Xiao Qingyang was very disturbed and at a loss.

At a young age, he experienced the death of his younger sister one after another, the death of his grandfather, father and mother, and now it is the turn of the grandma who has always held him in her hands and loves him.

Why is this all?

They used to live well in the small town, but suddenly Dad was out of work, the family couldn't afford to eat, and there were many more people robbing things on the street, and many people hurriedly fleeing with cloth bags on their backs.

Their family was so hungry that they couldn't even drink water. In the end, they could only pack up and run away with others.

But along the way, I found people fleeing the famine everywhere, starving, sick, and thirst everywhere.

And wherever they went, they would be driven away like stray dogs.

After finally coming to this mountain, they don't have to go to the ditch to add muddy stinky water, and they don't have to eat grass roots and bark. They have clean water to boil and drink, wild vegetables to pick, and ok. farming.

He originally thought that he and grandma would return to the peaceful life before, but he didn't expect that even grandma would leave him.

Qingyang didn't understand, why it didn't rain all of a sudden, why there was no food in the fields, why Dad did a good job but suddenly disappeared, why relatives left him one by one.

"Qingyang, don't you listen to grandma?"

The old man felt sorry for his grandson, but at this time he could only harden his heart and keep his face calm.

"Listen, I listen, mama, don't die, I'm scared, I'm so scared."

Qing Yang shook his head vigorously, teardrops flew through the air, and hugged Grandma's arm tightly and refused to let go, as if this was the only way to feel more secure.

The old man tried his best to cheer up, stretched out his thin hand and touched his head: "Don't be afraid, Qingyang is a strong child, even if Mama is gone, he will definitely be able to live strong."

"And grandma will always be watching us Qingyang from the other side. When we grow up, we will marry a wife and start a family. We will have many children and grandchildren."

After taking two breaths, the old man blinked slightly, and a teardrop quietly dripped from the corner of his eye, soaking the white hair on his temples.