Wen Qing opened his lips coldly, and spit out extremely clear and angry words: "stall owner."

The man still coughed lightly, looking at her and unable to say a word. Then his knees weakened, and he slowly sat on the ground holding on to the trunk of the locust tree, and tears fell down like beads with broken threads.

Wen Qing paused, raised his eyes and glanced at the stall.

The black-robed boy seemed to have found a treasure, held high in the sun, the jade glowed with a cold light, no worse than the tens of thousands of jade pendants she had seen in this world.

Wen Yun was walking over there and gave Wen Qing another reassuring look.

The stall owner kept shedding tears, and kept raising his hand to wipe it, until he wiped the dust on his face, his whole face was dark, and Wen Qing couldn't see his original appearance.

She crouched down on one knee and stared at him fixedly, the light in her eyes flickering.

"Do you know me?"

The stall owner was stunned, coughed and hiccuped, "I don't know you." ”

"Then what are you tripping me up for? Isn't it because I'm afraid I'll get hurt in the past? ”

The stall owner showed that this person must be a fool, and said inexplicably: "I tripped you because you left me, and I want you to help me back."

Wen Qing blinked, this movement was extremely slow, and the stall owner felt strange in his heart.

"What are you looking at me like this? Help me back, I still have to do business." ”

After the stall owner said this, he coughed heartbreakingly.

Wen Qing asked him quietly, "Do you know that you have asthma?"

"I know, everyone in my family has this disease. It's just that the youngest son was born with poor health, and now he is hanging on to his life with traditional Chinese medicine, and I have to sell it for more money so that he can survive. ”

Wen Qing was stunned, "Your youngest son? ”

When the stall owner talked about this, he sighed and wiped his tears.

"There's no way, the child is given to us by God, we must take care of him, so that we won't go to hell after we die."

Wen Qing's heart moved when he listened.

The parents of sick children still think so, but why does she still leave Wenyun?

What if you go back to modern times? A prolonged coma can lead to damage to the body, so it's fine if you can stay in the hospital, but what if you die at home from now on?

The first time she crossed back and was still in good health was because her mother came to see her and took her to the hospital when she saw that she was not doing well, and she was in a vegetative state for ten months.

These things made her dare not think about it, and a thought quickly flashed through her mind, why don't you stay here?

No.

She's going back.

When to go back?

Tomorrow at the latest.

In just three seconds, her heart was turbulent, she couldn't care about anything, she wanted to go back, she was used to modern society. There is no Internet, no WiFi, no blind date, no job, only children and the elderly......

Children, old people.

Wen Qing looked at Wen Yun again, the child seemed to be introducing the things on the stall to the guests, neither humble nor arrogant, strong and brave.

It was her son, the first child she had conceived in October.

Wenyun. She silently called his name.

At the same time, he seemed to have a telepathy, and his slight smile was very reassuring.

Seeing that Wen Qing had been stunned for so long, the stall owner thought she was stupid and wanted to pat her on the shoulder, and thought that she might be married, so he patted the trunk vigorously in an attempt to attract her attention.

As a result, I didn't expect to slap my hand, and I didn't make a sound at all. The stall owner screamed in pain, and Wen Qing came back to his senses.

The stall owner was indignant, knowing that he would not abuse his hands.

Wen Qing asked him, "Do you want to get up?"

"Absolutely."

Wen Qing helped him up, and when he was about to carry him over, the stall owner shook off her hand and said angrily: "You are a woman, I am a man, don't get so close, it will lead people to gossip." That kid is with you, right? I'll call him later, and then you will leave the market, and don't come back." ”

Wen Qing was silent and nodded slightly.

The stall owner glanced at her with a complicated expression, and sighed, "What a miserable person."

Wen Qing knew that he was talking about himself and her. Those who have no money are pitiful, those who have no power are also pitiful, and those who are rich and powerful are even more pitiful, and I hope they can all be redeemed.

Wen Qing lowered his eyebrows, but heard a loud movement erupt in front of him. She looked up and saw Wen Yun sitting on the ground with two steps back.

The black-clothed boy's hand hadn't been withdrawn yet, obviously he had pushed Wenyun.

Wen Qing frowned, with no expression on his face.

"Don't come here!"

She was frozen in place by the shout.

The people in front looked at each other at the same time, and the stall owner whispered again: "Turn around quickly."

Wen Qing didn't move.

What is certain is that the stall owner knew her, and he knew that he would be in danger when he met those in front of him.

Wen Qing hooked her lips and smiled.

The stall owner saw that she didn't move, and knew that this couldn't be covered, and when she came to his side, he whispered: "Be careful of Shen Yiting, the woman in white standing under the carriage."

Wen Qing bowed her head, her footsteps did not stop, and the oncoming wind sent her voice: "Thank you."

The stall owner shrugged, how can you say thank you? He just saw it by chance that day, then he heard it by chance, and now he happened to bump into it again, and that's it.

“…… What kind of thing are you? I was dressed in tatters, and I dared to touch my jade with your dirty hands. ”

Wen Yun was hurt by that push, but he pursed his lips and stood up. He was a little shorter than the boy in black, but he didn't lack the confidence to speak.

"If you refuse to pay, you are not qualified to take this piece of jade, you can only leave if you put it down."

The boy in black sneered twice, although he smiled, his eyes were fierce, and he could only hear him threaten fiercely: "I have never been able to get what I want." If you want to go back, I will first break your fingers, and then I will peel off your skin, pull your tendons, tear your bones, and make a sixty-four bone cloth umbrella, which I will lay under the sun every day. ”

Wen Yun was also angry, and retorted to him with confidence: "My grandfather said that people will watch the sky, and maybe there will be thunder and thunder smashing you one day."

The boy in black lifted his long sleeves and looked like he was about to fight.

Wenyun also refuses to admit defeat.

Ah Gong said that he can be worse than bad people when it comes to bad people.

At this moment, Wen Qing approached.

"Miss, there's a woman over there, who seems to be coming towards us."

A maid muttered in Shen Yiting's ear.

Shen Yiting raised his eyebrows lightly, and raised his head inadvertently, "Follow her-"

Before the word was finished, Shen Yiting's gaze on Wen Qing's face froze. Then, all her expressions gradually faded.

Wen Qing came as if he was an immortal, waving his sleeves without taking away a cloud. That elegant and cold demeanor is really only done by herself.