Boss Chen and his wife brought a few pickled pickles and put them on the table, and also sat down and ate together.

Because it is a standard farmhouse inn, the degree of food and clothing is naturally not as good as that of an inn that specializes in business. Actually, I'm quite satisfied, and the boss's cooking skills are really good. The wonton juice is fragrant, the pickles are crisp and refreshing, and I ate it with relish.

Eating without saying a word, sleeping without saying a word, this is the purpose that Murong Chuan has always believed in, but this time he took the lead in breaking it. After Boss Chen sat down, Murong Chuan asked as if unintentionally, "Boss, can I ask you about someone?" ”

Boss Chen nodded hurriedly: "The Taoist just speaks." Qinghe Town is not a big place, and there are not many people living there. My husband and wife have lived here for generations, and there are few people in the town who don't know each other. ”

Murong Chuan smiled slightly: "Then thank the boss first." He paused and said, "Boss, have you ever heard of a girl named Sansheng in the town?" ”

Boss Chen's hand holding the vegetables paused slightly, and the expression on his face changed several times, and finally calmed down and said: "I heard that I heard it, but that girl moved to the town a few years ago." Although she has moved in for a few years, this girl doesn't like to deal with people in the town, so I haven't met her very much. ”

Xiaopang on the side suddenly interjected: "I know Sister Sansheng, and I also know where she lives." Sister Sansheng is very nice, often plays with us, and will give us good food. ”

Boss Chen touched Xiaopang's head and said with a smile: "That's right, although that Sansheng girl doesn't like to deal with the adults in the town, she likes these children who are chattering and noisy all day long." It's very nice to these monkey kids, and the kids in the town always like to run to her yard when they're fine. ”

Listening to Boss Chen's words, Murong Chuan's expression became very solemn.

I wondered: Murong Chuan shouldn't treat this three-life girl as a human trafficker, right? Or does he think that this Sansheng is trying to be good for the children in the town?

Murong Chuan changed the object of questioning, and slowly coaxed Xiaopang: "Then, where does that sister live in Sansheng?" ”

Xiaopang said without thinking: "The end of Zhangjia Lane is very close to our house. ”

Murong Chuan raised his eyebrows, "Huh? ”

Boss Chen smiled: "Not far behind my house, there is an independent small yard. The girl bought the whole yard, originally thinking that she was going to clean up and do business, but who would have thought that she would just open up the yard and plant flowers......"

"Planting flowers?" I spoke in unison with Murong Chuan and Song Yunjing, which startled Beiqi, who was silent alone. As if he didn't expect the three of us to have such a tacit understanding, Beiqi's face showed a look of surprise.

Boss Chen was also stunned by a few of us, and said in a daze: "I don't know the specifics, it was Xiaopang who told me." He often went to the yard of the Sansheng girl's house to play with the children of the neighbors, and when he came back, he said that the yard of the Sansheng girl's house was full of red flowers. Chubby also told me that the flowers are not thankful for the four seasons, even if the snow is heavy in winter, they are still blooming. I didn't believe it at first, thinking that Chubby was lying, but then the kids in the town said so, and I believed it. A few of the guests also thought it was quite unusual, but this is the first time I've heard of the flowers that bloom in all seasons of the year, so it would be nice to see them when they did. ”

It's better not to see it, I thought silently in my heart, the flowers on the other side of the Huangquan Road, the people you can usually see are dead. But people are creatures who only want to live forever and don't want to die, and if they really see it, they may cry and regret it. But...... Who are these three lives? What is her purpose in planting flowers in the world?

Xiaopang seemed to think that what he knew helped us, and said proudly: "It's true, Sister Sansheng's house is full of red flowers." It was a beautiful flower, I had never seen such a beautiful flower before. But Sister Sansheng didn't allow us to pick them casually, she said that if she liked it, she would tell her, and when the time was right, she could give us one. ”

Is the time ripe? This three-life girl is still quite tactful, isn't it that her life is coming to an end. The reason why she sent a pot to Xiaodong was because she knew that Xiaodong's mother-in-law would die soon. In this way, this three-life girl has a lot of skills, which has aroused my long-calm curiosity.

Boss Chen asked while cleaning up the table, "That, huh...... Do you have anything to do with the three-life girl? ”

I really didn't know how to answer this question, so I had to look at Murong Chuan. He took a sip of tea and said without surprise: "I saw a little girl on the way here, and I heard her mention this three-life girl, and I was curious for a while, so I couldn't help but ask a few words casually." ”

I was dumbfounded, although Murong Chuan's words could not be said to be a lie, but this reason was simply shameless. But Boss Chen couldn't say anything, so he cleaned up the table without saying a word, and went back to the back hall with the proprietress to get busy.

After eating, Xiaopang didn't take a break, rummaged through the cabinets from his house for a long time, found a small leather ball similar to Keju, and ran out of the house to find the neighbor's children to play.

Only the four of us were left in the main room. For a long time, I really couldn't stand this intriguing atmosphere, "Since Daoist Murong cares so much about the identity of the Sansheng girl, why don't we go and pay a visit?" ”

Murong Chuan neither nodded nor shook his head, bowing his head in contemplation. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I was about to repeat what I had just said, when I heard the sound of a child crying outside the door.

I looked out the door, Chubby was holding the ball in one hand and wiping his eyes with the other, and he was tilting his head up, and I could see blood coming out of his nose. "Sister Dongge......" Chubby called to me softly, as if trying to suppress the sound of sobbing. I noticed that he was limping, and his ankle seemed to hurt a lot.

I hurried out the door, "What's wrong, Chubby?" ”

He choked up: "Kick, when I kicked the ball, I mixed it, I fell, I fell to the ground." ”

The proprietress who was doing work in the back room heard Chubby's cry and hurriedly ran out, and saw that Chubby was distressed when she saw that the nosebleed did not stop, so she quickly pulled Chubby to the bench and sat down, asked him to tilt his head slightly, and made a basin of cold water from the house, and scolded while patting the back of his neck with cold water: "You kid, how many times have you told you." Let you pay attention, pay attention, be careful of falling, you don't listen, it's okay now, it hurts you. ”

The little fat crying tears are very pitiful, and it is distressing. He pointed to his ankle and cried, "My foot hurts so much, mother......"

The proprietress squatted down to check Chubby's feet, lifted the trousers and found that Chubby's ankles were red and swollen, and she said helplessly: "This ......"

I glanced at it, and my chubby feet were a little swollen, and they must have hurt tightly. I hurriedly said, "There's a doctor in town, right?" Take Chubby to the doctor. ”

The proprietress nodded, wanting to carry the little fat, but the strength was not enough. Xiaopang is eight or nine years old, big, and chubby, and his weight is not something that ordinary women can bear.

I beckoned to Song Yunjing and said, "That's it, boss, Daoist Song and I will take Xiaopang to see the doctor." Song Daochang has a lot of strength, so it must be no problem for him to carry it. ”

The proprietress glanced at Song Yunjing in embarrassment, "This ...... How embarrassing? ”

I waved my hand, "It's okay, anyway, Song Daochang has nothing to do after a full day, so he should be a sport." I ignored Song Yunjing's eyes that wanted to eat people, and helped Xiaopang to his back. The hostess saw that we were kind enough to help, and she no longer shirked.