Ling Huchong, getting younger, don't be afraid! I'll take you to your mother's, and no one will bully you again. Suddenly, Yue Lingshan began to sing softly. If Ling Huchong's chest was hit hard, it was Fujian folk songs that she sang, and the tune of "Sister, go up the mountain to pick tea" that she heard was Fujian folk songs that Lin Pingzhi taught her. I broke my heart on the cliff that day just to hear her sing this folk song. She sang again at this moment, naturally remembering the sweet time with Lin Pingzhi in Huashan two of a kind. Her singing became lower and lower. She gradually loosened her grip on Ling Huchong and finally closed her eyes with one hand. The singing stopped and the breathing stopped. Ling Huchong's heart sank, as if the whole world had suddenly died. He wanted to burst into tears, but he couldn't. He reached out his hands, picked up Yue Lingshan's body and gently cried, "Small, small, don't be afraid! I'll take you to your mother, and no one will bully you again. "