She finally saw who the adults were carrying. It was really her mother.
She had been holding back her tears in front of the little boy. Now, she could no longer hold it in. She reached out and pulled nie qiuping's hand, crying,""Mom, mom ..."
Nie qiuping's face was pale, her clothes were still dripping with water, her hair was also wet, and her hands were very cold. She lay there as if she was really dead.
A few villagers who were doing farm work carried her back with a piece of door.
Yanzi River Village was not a big place. The villagers would talk for a long time about a chicken that was killed by a weasel, let alone something like this. Soon, almost the entire village came over and surrounded Yan qingsi's courtyard, pointing at nie qiuping's "corpse".
