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Mrs. Feng finished reading the account books of several shops, and met with the heads of the four Zhuangzi.

Wu Jin from Goutou Village, Xiu'er and Luliu also sent the autumn harvest together. In addition to silver, there were bundles of dried bracken, all kinds of melons and fruits, animal skins, and so on. Fu Yanwu's various improvements three years ago have now taken effect. Autumn goods have multiplied several times compared to earlier.

Xiu'er happily reported: "Old lady, the soil in Goutou Village is not red now, and any vegetables and beans can be planted." This year's harvest is better than last year's. ”

The old lady was overjoyed, the income on the Zhuangzi was rich, and the second room did not come to look for silver, and life was getting better and better.

"Xiu'er Luliu, you two worry a lot about Zhuangzi, and when you come back this time, you will rest in the mansion for a while."

Xiu'er Luliu looked at each other and smiled, and hurriedly said, "Thank you for the grace of the old lady." ”

The third lady has returned home, and they have long wanted to come back to see it.

Fu Yanwu squeezed their hands, and then looked at her grandmother quietly. My grandmother's body is much stronger, and she doesn't have to take those bitter pills every day. It's all exercise.

She wanted to ask her grandmother if she had any regrets, but she couldn't speak. Such a question is written on paper and shows traces again.

Voice, voice, she wanted to be able to make a sound at the moment.

I was depressed for a long time, and finally found that I couldn't do it quietly.

Finally, he wrote: Grandmother, let's go to the West Garden.

The old lady slapped her thigh, "Yes, yes, Yan'er, you haven't gone to the ancestral hall to worship your father and mother yet." Forget about this stubble, you are too busy to touch the ground every day, and I am also negligent. ”

When I heard it, it was really, this was a big deal. I came back after a gap of three years, and the first thing should be to worship my ancestors. But after I came back, things didn't stop one by one.

Just right, when I came out of the ancestral hall, I stopped by the Buddhist hall.

Fu Yanwu walked slowly with her grandmother in her arms, looking like she had come to visit the garden. After the warmth of summer and the richness of autumn, the vegetation of the West Garden also withers in winter.

There is still only that dumb slave in the ancestral hall. Qin Che and the others were waiting outside.

When Fu Yanwu took the incense from the dumb slave's hand, he felt the dumb slave's gaze stay on him for a few seconds. She didn't care too much, and knelt down and kowtowed under the tablets of Fu Muen and Zhuo Mengjun successively.

Three years have passed, and the oath has not changed.

Father, mother, Yan'er will definitely take care of grandmother. Don't worry.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Fu Yanwu turned around on the fork in the bamboo forest, and his body disappeared.

The old lady's expression changed drastically, and she shouted loudly: "Yan'er, come back." ”

There is a Buddhist hall where Aunt Chang lives in it, and she just hopes that she will not have anything to do with her in this life.

But Fu Yanwu had already gone over there, and the old lady had to follow. Seeing the Buddha Hall, the old lady stopped.

Aunt Chang came out of it and said softly, "You guys are here." ”

Not only is the voice beautiful, but even the tone is as if he is facing a friend from afar.

The old lady had a calm face. "Yan'er, let's go back."

was about to turn around, when he suddenly heard Aunt Chang's grandmother questioning, it was like a demon's whisper. "Old lady, don't you want to see your son?"

Old Mrs. Feng's heart thundered. "What are you talking about?"

Aunt Chang is still elegant and calm, spit out word by word between her lips and teeth, like a demon flower. "I said, don't you want to see your own son? If you want to see it, come in. ”

Her Shi Shiran's figure stabbed the old lady's heart with a sharp pain.

Fu Yanwu had already reacted, that headless ghost turned out to be his second uncle.

Twin Pavilions, Twin Pavilions in Dreams. My grandmother gave birth to two sons.

She shook her body and was quietly supported by Qin Che. Then take a deep breath and keep up with the old lady's footsteps.

Aunt Chang took out a person from behind and said softly, "Mouse, come and see your mother." ”

The man stood by the wall, moved the cloak on his head to his cheek, revealing half of his face, and said in confusion: "Mother, there are so many bad people. ”

The old lady was stunned. "Muen, my son." As he spoke, he was about to pounce.

The man crouched in a corner.

Fu Yanwu was also stunned. The figure in the dream was too vague, she thought it was a weak man before, but it turned out that it was not weak, but that the person was used to lying around. Although she only saw half of her face, it was enough for her to conclude that her second uncle had albinism.

Albinism is a disease caused by a deficiency of melanin in the skin and its appendages. Such patients usually lack melanin in the skin, hair, and eyes of the whole body. The second uncle's pupils are pale pink, afraid of light, and likes to squint; The skin and eyebrows are white and slightly yellowish. All are consistent with the characteristics of albinism. This type of patient is commonly known as "sheep whitehead".

Albinism is not terrible, what is terrible is the psychological shadow of albinism. When I was an intern, I met a high school student who suffered from autism because of albinism.

Many people with albinism think that they can't get in the sun at all, but that's a misconception, and people with severe albinism are blind or frail and can't bask in the sun, but mild albinism can still be sunbathed. Moreover, most people with albinism are able to live independently.

Fu Yanwu approached the man and heard him repeat: "Don't fight mice, rats are the most well-behaved." ”

Fu Yanwu hurriedly paused. The words spoken by the second uncle did not look like that of an adult.

The old lady also saw that the man was afraid, and stood in place and waved. "Don't be afraid, I'm your mother, come quickly, come to my mother."

The man looked up, his pink pupils narrowing slowly. "The rat has a mother." Then he turned his head sideways, looked at Aunt Chang's grandmother, and called, "Mother, mother." ”

The old lady gasped, and couldn't believe that her son actually recognized the thief as his mother.

No, it's not his fault, he was thrown out by his mother-in-law as soon as he was born, and he didn't even see his own mother, how can he know if it's true or not.

She glared at Aunt Chang and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Aunt Chang smiled lightly: "I saved your son, shouldn't you thank me?" ”

The old lady took three steps back. Yes, in addition to Hirohiko, she gave birth to a stillbirth.

The midwife handed her to touch, and the child was out of breath. But why is it still alive now?

The man squatting in the corner had never seen so many people at once, and said timidly: "Mother, mother, the rat is going down." ”

Fu Yanwu's anger rose, this witch actually raised her second uncle underground. No wonder the second uncle is so afraid of the living.

The old lady didn't quite understand, and asked kindly, "Where is it below?" ”

Xu is old lady's voice is soft, Xu is the nature of mother and son, the man raised his head, looked at it for a long time before answering: "There is fire below, and the rats play with the fire." ”

The old lady heard the clouds, but she still wanted to say a few more words to her child who had been separated for more than 30 years. "What's your name, Mouse, which Rat is it?"

Aunt Chang suddenly scolded: "Enough." I've finished what I've said first, and you can go back and catch up slowly. (To be continued.) )