Mao Shengniang cried dry tears, but Xingzi didn't have a single tear. This child has the obvious characteristics of the old Song family: wide eyebrows, big eyes, long face, and a bean sprout-like body shape. His eyebrows were always tight, as if the world owed him something, making it impossible for him to stretch his brows forever. His lips were closed and he didn't like to talk much. It gives people the impression that this kid is more scheming than his peers or even older babies, but he is invisible, introverted and deep.

After Mao Shengniang entered the village, she directly found the brigade office. Seeing that there was no one, he entered the health center and begged Yao Jinfang to find the village cadres, and he and Xingzai sat and waited.

Sour Xing heard that the grandparents and grandchildren were looking for her, and guessed that it was Mao Shengniang. He trotted all the way from home and saw that Mao Shengniang was indeed old. Back then, when I got married, I was still a happy quilt made by Mao Shengniang. More than ten years have passed, her face is full of wrinkles and her hair is gorgeous, her spirit has also been reduced a lot, her speech is vague, her heart is heavy, and she looks like a decay scene that has gone through the vicissitudes of life and read the world.

After the hard work along the way, Sour Xing asked, why didn't you go to Maosheng's house.

Mao Shengniang replied lightly, no need, just find you. As soon as I sit in this room and see you again, my heart that keeps going up and down will be put down.

Sour Xing asked Yao Jinfang to hurry up and call Maosheng to go home, and he wanted to accompany her home.

Mao Shengniang asked blankly, where do I still have a home? The brigade can set up a mountain house to live in, and if no one dies of hunger, it will be satisfied.

Sour Xing knew that she didn't want to go to Maosheng's house, so she said, old sister-in-law, look at what you say. Your western courtyard has been cleaned up. The courtyard was repaired again, the walls were mudd, and the boards were upright. Muqin also took his own bedding and pots and pans, and Maosheng also placed all the rice, firewood and grass, just waiting for you to come back to live.

Mao Shengniang was a little unconvinced. She said, that's a good feeling, and I fell into the hoard.

Sour apricots no longer struggle to explain. He lifted the two bags at his feet, led the grandparents to Maosheng's house, and pointed them out to her.

When Mao Shengniang saw the old house, she was so excited that tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. When passing by the door of Maosheng's house, the sour apricot had to go inside to get it. Mao Shengniang just glanced in a panic, hurried over without stopping, and went straight to the closed gate of the west courtyard. There was a lock on the nose of the door, and the servants stood outside the door waiting for Mao Sheng to open the door.

didn't wait for Maosheng to come back, Zhong'er came back with a jump. He curiously glanced at a few people outside the door, and was about to drill into his yard.

Sour Xing stopped him and said, this is your grandmother, call quickly. said to Maosheng's mother again, this is Maosheng's little baby, called Zhong'er.

Mao Shengniang stepped forward and grabbed Zhong'er's little hand, and a thousand words came to her heart for a while, choking and unable to speak.

Mao Sheng rushed back sweating profusely, and when he saw his mother, he asked and went back. Mother replied, back mile. The two of them had nothing to say.

The west courtyard is indeed as Sour Apricot said, and it has been re-smeared inside and out. Firewood, rice, grain, oil and daily utensils are also readily available. Although the furniture is shabby, it seems that the house and the courtyard are empty, but there is no problem in living life.

Maosheng Niang pointed to Xingzi and said to Maosheng, this is your brother's baby, called Xingzai.

Mao Sheng glanced at it, but said nothing. He was busy lighting a fire to boil water, carrying vegetables and washing rice, preparing to cook for his grandparents and grandchildren, who were obviously hungry and thirsty all the way.

The xylophone is back. She went into the house and called out to her mother. Mao Shengniang pretended not to hear, tilted her head to the side, and did not face her.

Xylophone withdrew and said to Mao Sheng, don't make a fire here tonight to cook, let's eat in the east courtyard.

Mao Shengniang hurriedly answered in the house, don't be good, I'll cook by myself. Everything is complete, so it doesn't take much effort. You're tired from a day's work, so hurry home and make something to eat, so let's rest early.

Xylophone saw her mother-in-law's thoughts, so she was no longer reluctant. She returned to the east courtyard, lit the fire and cooked, leaving Maosheng busy in the west courtyard, leaving time for communication between mother and son by the way.

At this point, Mao Shengniang lived in the west courtyard with peace of mind.

Although they are a family, they cook their own meals and live their own lives, just like the water from a well does not interfere with the water of a river. All the firewood, rice, oil and salt in the west courtyard were sent over by Maosheng on time, and there was never a shortage for a moment and a half.

Mao Shengniang was embarrassed to meet with xylophone all day long. Even if he did, he kept his head down and walked his own way and didn't answer her. Sometimes when Xylophone asked, she answered in a panic and left quickly.

Mao Shengniang secretly instructed Xingzai, saying, your aunt is a cold-faced and hot-hearted person, and she is a good person who is rarely seen. We used to blame her wrongly, Li'er Qu. In the future, you should visit the East Courtyard more. If you have a job, you will grab your head and get off the horse to help do it. Don't let people say that we are clumsy and have no eyesight. Even if she scolds you a few times, it's also for your good, don't take it personally. In the future, when I don't have a mile, you'll have to rely on her with all your fingers.

After that, my heart was sour, and another layer of tears welled up in my eyes. She herself was always paying attention to the movements in the east courtyard. If Maosheng's family went out, she would sit in front of the gate and quietly take care of the family for Muqin.

A few days after returning to his hometown, Muqin arranged Xingzi into the school again, saying that although the child is younger, when he is put into the school, he can always learn something with him, and someone will help manage it. If you stay by the old man's side, you will feel used to it, and you will develop a stubborn temperament, and it will be difficult to manage, and it will also annoy the old man.

Mao Shengniang had Mao Xiang's lesson, and she didn't dare to talk more. She also knew that the xylophone was for the good of Xingzi, so she happily agreed.

Xylophone also turned out the schoolbag that Jing'er had replaced, and let Xingzi carry it loosely all day long, and went to school with Zhong'er.