“...... Master, do you want these dishes left, if you don't want them, I'll pour them together. ”

“...... Don't want it, just pour it together ......"

In the courtyard, after eating, a group of guests left one after another, and at the dining tables, someone had already begun to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

The mixed words faded away, and the courtyard became quiet.

At the dining table, only Lian Ge was left.

The people who cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks were cleaning up at the table next to Lian Ge.

Holding chopsticks, Lian Ge was unhurried, eating at will, and from time to time he gave a chopstick to the mouse on his shoulder.

......

“...... Mom, why did you come out again, didn't you let Mom sleep for a while?"

“...... I can't sleep......"

At the edge of the courtyard, the old lady who had been helped back to the bedroom to rest before walked out of the room and walked to the door of the hall.

Silent, slowly turning her somewhat cloudy gaze, looking at the empty hall, the old lady turned her head again, and looked out of the courtyard,

“...... Mom, there's us outside, you don't have to worry about it...... If you can't sleep, just lean back on your bed and rest for a while...... Do you want to watch TV, I'll turn on the TV for Mom......"

The middle-aged woman reached out and hugged her mother, and said loudly,

“...... Lying on that bed, I couldn't help but reach out and touch the ...... next to me It's empty......" The old lady said, looking out of the hall.

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman opened her mouth and looked at her mother, but she couldn't say anything after all.

“...... How do you let people sit there alone...... How can there be such a hospitable ......"

The old lady turned her cloudy gaze, looked at the courtyard, seemed to see Lian Ge, and then said aloud,

“...... If your dad sees it, it's time to teach you a lesson. ”

Turning her head slowly, the old lady said to the middle-aged woman,

He leaned over again, moved his feet, and walked towards Lian Ge's table.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman hurriedly chased after her and hugged the old lady.

......

“...... Sorry, lad, a few kids are not sensible. ”

The old lady went to the table and said in a loud voice,

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the old lady standing at the table who was lying down, paused, and smiled slightly,

"The old man is polite. ”

Hearing this, the old lady shook her head,

Turning around again, he looked at the middle-aged woman,

“...... I'll just sit here for a while...... Go ahead and get me another pair of chopsticks. ”

“...... Okay, Mom, I'll get you chopsticks......"

Supporting the old lady, and pulling the side not far away, the old lady sat on the chair before, and the middle-aged woman helped the old lady to sit down,

He answered again, turned and walked towards the house, and then into the kitchen.

......

Seeing her daughter walk into the house, and then looking at the empty hall, the old lady fell silent again,

Slowly turning her head again, she seemed to be looking at the courtyard, the old lady's eyes were a little dazed, but her face was calm,

“...... My children are so old, and sometimes, I still can't worry about them. ”

I don't know whether to say it to myself or to Lian Ge, the old lady said a word, paused again, and fell silent,

Lian Ge didn't turn his head, didn't say anything, took the chopsticks, and then picked up the chopsticks dish, eating, just listening quietly.

“...... I'm so old, I'm still frizzy ...... doing things."

“...... Sometimes, it's really reassuring. ”

As she spoke, the old lady repeated it again.

“...... But, boss, it's all grandfathers. The youngest one, the children are already that old......"

After saying that, the old lady was silent again, and did not continue,

Lian Ge listened and didn't say much.

......

“...... Mom, give ......"

The middle-aged woman who walked into the house took a pair of freshly washed dishes and chopsticks, and then walked out of the house quickly.

After draining some of the water that was still stained at the bottom of the bowl, the middle-aged woman put the bowl, chopsticks and a small soup spoon on the table in front of the old lady.

“...... Mom, there's still some hoof and lotus root soup in the pot, it's still hot, or I'll get you another bowl to put it in. ”

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, the middle-aged woman withdrew her hand and said again,

The old lady slowly turned her head, looked at her woman, paused her cloudy gaze, and nodded,

“...... Serve two bowls, and one bowl for this young man......"

“...... Okay, Mom, I'll go serve it. ”

It seemed that because the old lady was willing to eat something, the middle-aged woman answered with some joy, followed closely, and quickly turned around and walked towards the house and the kitchen.

......

Seeing her daughter walk into the house again, the old lady slowly turned her head and looked at the yard again.

In the courtyard, on the other side, next to the dining table that had just been cleaned up, the old Taoist priest who presided over the funeral was spreading out a piece of red paper on the table, and took out a brush, as if he wanted to write something.

The old lady looked at the place, and then slowly turned her head again, and looked at the front of the courtyard, the village road,

Along the village road, looking in the direction of the funeral before,

“...... He said before that he was going to the mountain in the next two days and turning over the ground, and if he did, he should come back by now......

After saying that, the old lady stopped her voice again, but looked at the place, and did not say anything more.

“...... Mom, Dad, he's ...... Mom, let go of your heart, don't be angry. ”

With two bowls of soup in hand, the middle-aged woman walked out of the house again,

As if hearing the old lady's words, the middle-aged woman said,

“...... Don't be angry, don't be angry......"

The old lady slowly turned her head, looked at her daughter, shook her head slowly, and spoke, gradually falling silent again.

“...... It's good that you don't get angry. ”

Listening to the old lady's words, the middle-aged woman was a little happy, careful, took two bowls of soup, and walked to the table,

“...... Be careful. ”

The old lady looked at the soup her daughter was carrying, and said again,

“...... When you were a child, you were like that...... Once, I took a bowl of soup and poured it all over myself......"

“...... It's okay, Mom...... How old I was then......"

Smiling, the middle-aged woman responded, careful, put a bowl of soup on the table in front of her mother, turned back, and put another bowl of soup in front of Lian Ge,

"Thank you. ”

Stretching out his hand to take it, Lian Ge thanked him.

“...... You're welcome. ”

The middle-aged woman answered, turned back and looked at her mother,

“...... It's been so long, Mom, do you remember......"

“...... Fell on his lap and made a long string of bubbles, which scared your dad ......"

The old lady looked at her daughter, and as she spoke, she paused again,

“...... yes, you're older now...... Mom was relieved. ”

Looking at her daughter, and saying another word, the old lady slowly turned her head again.

......

“...... Master, come and see, there are still some untouched dishes left in this pot, do you see if you shovel them up separately, or how to ......"

“...... Mom, you drink the soup first, and I'll go over and take a look. ”

Inside the house, the cook who was running the funeral feast packed up his things and shouted outside,

The middle-aged woman answered, turned back, said a word to her mother, and walked back into the house.

Watching her daughter walk into the house, the old lady slowly, then turned her head,

Lowering his head, looking at the soup in the bowl in front of him, he picked up the spoon, filled the spoon, and drank it slowly,

“...... This fourth child has been frizzy since he was a child, just like a male baby...... But ah, I know that I feel sorry for people......"

Holding the spoon, the old lady looked at it and said.

Picking up the soup spoon, Lian Ge took a spoonful of soup and drank it, turned his gaze, glanced at the old lady, and then turned his gaze back, and didn't say anything.

The courtyard is getting quieter.