"You take a shower here, can you? Do you want me to let my dad watch you? ”

Wang Zhuangyuan still knew what she meant, and hurriedly shook his head.

Wen Qing let go of him and gave him a towel and soap horn, while she retreated and closed the door again.

After he finished washing, Wen Qing cleaned up Wen Yun again, and Wen Sheng offered to send Wang Zhuangyuan back, but the latter refused-"I, I know the way." ”

Then the man ran away.

Wen Qing shouted at him, telling him to remember to come over for dinner tomorrow, and when he turned around, he looked at the aggrieved eyes of the above students: "Xiao Qingqing, he has taken away my set of clothes again, what can I wear tomorrow?" ”

Wen Qing patted him on the shoulder and took out a set of older clothes for him, "Dad, you can be wronged first, and wait for me to pay my salary...... I'll make you two sets of clothes, okay? ”

Wen Sheng went to take a bath sadly, Wen Qing looked at the handful of clothes in his hand, there were Wen Yun's, there were also Wang Zhuangyuan's, I don't know what was going on, she actually felt that it was very deserved. Sometimes intuition is a very accurate thing, Wen Qing lowered his eyebrows, lowered his head and sat beside Wen Yun.

She put the dirty clothes at the foot of the bed, wiped her left hand on her body, and then touched Wenyun's little head.

"Why don't you sleep?"

Wen Yun looked at her directly, the big eyes that accounted for half of her face flickered, and the pupils were like a good warm jade, clear and translucent.

"Mother, do you really really like Wang Zhuangyuan?"

For children, using two real in a row shows that they are really serious.

Wen Qing was half-lying on his side, holding his head with his right hand, and looked at him with a smile, "Yes, does Yun'er like him?" ”

Wen Yun subconsciously looked at the puppet at the head of the bed, he had been there for a long time, and he had to touch it before going to bed and waking up, so that his heart could be settled. And this puppet is made by Wang Zhuangyuan, although it is still a little ugly, but after all, it is Wenyun himself, and he has become a little handsome.

Wen Qing would have laughed if he heard this, where did Wen Yun's narcissism come from?

"Mother, if you really like him, then I will like him too."

Wen Qing just smiled, stroked Wen Yun's head and sighed softly: "Yun'er, you can be more willful." ”

Wenyun is colorful, and the small mouth is pouted, and it is as pink as a petal.

"Yun'er can't cause trouble to her mother and grandfather, Yun'er is a good child, and she has to take care of her mother and grandfather, how can she be willful?"

Wen Qing hugged him tightly, his eyes were red, and his heart was astringent, "Yun'er, thank you, you are an angel from heaven." ”

Wenyun: Ah, what is an angel?

"Qing'er, why is the soaphorn gone? Just run out? ”

Wen Qing let go of Wen Yun slightly, and replied in a loud voice: "Dad, I put it in the window, you can find it." ”

Window ...... Got it! ”

Wen Yun in his arms arched, his cheeks were a little red, but fortunately, at night, there was no light at home, and Wen Qing couldn't see his face.

Wen Yun whispered in her heart: "Wow, my mother's body is so soft and elastic." ”

After talking to Wen Yun for a while, Wen Qing was about to get up, she touched Wen Yun's face, and raised her red lips, "Sleep, my mother will make brown sugar steamed buns for you tomorrow morning." ”

He smiled too, and the quilt was pulled up, revealing only a pair of large bright eyes.

Then he slept obediently.

Wen Qing went out lightly, and when he went to the backyard to take a look, the land was almost loose, and they could sow seeds tomorrow, and when the vegetables were planted, their family would be self-sufficient.

"Qing'er, I'll change the bucket of water for you, you can also go in and wash it."

There is a compartment in the kitchen, which is not actually a compartment, it is separated by two wooden planks. In winter, it was cold to take a shower outside, and the whole family washed in the compartment, but fortunately, although Wen Qing was stupid, he was able to clean himself up, and Wen Sheng was greatly relieved.

Now, looking at the lively Wenqing, Wensheng is very pleased.

"The water is still hot, be careful of scalding, if you feel dark, I'll buy two candles tomorrow."

Wen Qing took the clothes in, and said while pulling the next door: "Dad, the lights and candles are not used for the time being, and when you need it, you tell me, I will go to the city to buy them." ”

Wen Sheng answered, and when he returned to the house, he lay down, and Wen Yun's breathing had stabilized not far away. He had his hands behind his head, the roof of his house was a little leaky, and he could see the night outside.

After taking a bath, exhaustion swept over, Wen Qing looked at the clothes, and was afraid that it would rain at night, so he didn't go out to wash. She checked the door locks in the house and made sure that all the locks were in place before lying down under the covers.

"Qing'er, do you still have to do things tomorrow?"

Wen Qing only thought that this was a question that did not need to be answered, and said softly, "Dad, go to bed early, I will grind soy milk tomorrow morning, and you can get up later." ”

"Do you know how to grind soy milk?"

Wen Qing really didn't, so Wen Sheng said: "Then I'll teach you tomorrow, you get up early, go to sleep now, don't think too much, have a good rest." ”

Wen Qing didn't think much about it, she closed her eyes, because of today's fatigue, she quickly fell asleep. Wen Yun snuggled up to her shoulder, and slept very sweetly.

Wen Sheng couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and sat on the threshold with his coat on.

Gradually, a light rain began to fall, and the rain fell on the muddy ground and gathered into a stream, which slowly flowed to the low-lying areas. He looked at it indifferently, and there was an unknown loneliness in his eyes.

When I lowered my eyes slightly, there was an extra corner of the dark colored caftan in front of me. Someone came into the room, lifted his robe and sat down, and pressed down a big knife. The table top collided with the blade of the knife, and there was a sound, and then there was some noise in the room.

"Daddy?"

Wen Sheng only glanced at the person who came, and replied in a loud voice: "It's okay, I knocked down the table, Qing'er, don't be afraid." ”

Wen Qing also fell asleep, she tucked the corner of Wen Yun's side and closed her eyes again.

But his ears were erected, for fear that Wen Sheng would not tell her if something had happened.

But there was no sound, and tiredness struck, and she tilted her head and fell asleep again.

Wen Sheng looked at the man in front of him, his back was easily straightened, as if he was born so upright. "Come out," finally waited until Wen Qing fell asleep, Wen Sheng called softly, and went outside first.

Under the eaves, two men stood side by side.

"He's back, what are we going to do next?"

"You don't have to do anything, what should come will come, just wait."

“…… It's good. Your daughter ......"

"She's fine, thank you for protecting her."

"Say thank you? If you hadn't saved my life in the city, I wouldn't be where I am today. ”

The person who came was Cheng Ying.

He handed over the sharp blade that had been polished for two years to Wen Sheng, and after watching the rain with him for a while, he plunged into the rain curtain and never looked back. Wen Sheng only replied in silence, and after waiting a little longer, the rain stopped.

Wen Sheng turned to go in and locked the door, and this time, he slept well.

In the early morning of the next day, when Wen Qing woke up, Wen Sheng hadn't gotten up yet, she got out of bed cautiously, didn't wake Wen Yun, and then walked to the kitchen. When I opened the window, I was blown by the cold wind.

Wen Qing held back his sneezing, took out the soybeans that had been soaked last night, and distributed the flour for making brown sugar steamed buns before going to wake Wen Sheng up.

"Dad, you teach me how to grind beans, I'll do it myself, you can sleep a little longer."

Wen Sheng shook his head and sat up, "Soy milk needs some methods, it's useless to teach you, you come to watch me do it, and you can grind it yourself next time." ”

Wen Qing followed him around, but when he pushed the door open, he found that it was raining outside. The ground is very muddy, and there is nowhere to put your feet when you look at it.

"Dad, let's pave a way in the future."

Wen Sheng looked back suspiciously, "What are you doing?" ”

His eyes were still stained with excrement, and his eyelashes fluttered, and they fell in a slump. Wen Qing couldn't help but raise his hand to grab his shoulder, and pressed Wen Sheng to remove everything from his eyelashes before helping him out of the door.

said that it was a support, and Wen Qing basically relied on him to walk.

In the modern era of the 21st century, the whole country is covered with concrete, and Wenqing has never been on a muddy road, and he has no way to put his feet on the mud under his feet for a while.

Wen Sheng held her arm and told her to slow down. Before coming to the stone mill, Wen Sheng remembered that the soybeans had not been taken out yet, so he went into the house to get them, and then demonstrated to Wen Qing how to grind soybean milk correctly. Wen Qing remembered it after reading it, and after grinding it himself for a while, Wen Sheng began to add some sugar to the bucket of soy milk.

"Add white sugar layer by layer, the taste will be very sweet, Yun'er likes this, you have to remember."

Wen Qing nodded while pushing the stone grinding hard. People with a lot of strength still feel tired, let alone the elderly Wensheng.

"Dad, let me grind the soy milk in the future. You and Wenyun both go to bed late, and I'll call you when we have breakfast. ”

She felt sorry for the old and the young, but Wen Sheng didn't think so, and said as soon as he straightened his chest: "Do you think I was made of tofu dregs?" I have taken good care of you and Yun'er over the years, and your health is good, you don't have to worry about me, do things well, wait for me to plant the backyard, and we will have fresh vegetables to eat in the future. ”

Wen Qing smiled, "It's okay." ”

Grinding soy milk is a delicate job, and it takes more than half an hour to grind it. Wen Qing looked at the light in the sky, and remembered the steamed buns in the house, and his hands and feet became even more nimble.

"Dad, that's it?"

"It's a little bit closer, you have to add something to it, and then put it on the pot to heat it for a while, and the soy milk will become delicious."

Wen Sheng was still very proud when he talked about this, "This is all my own research method, you say, is the soy milk I made delicious?" ”

Wen Qing nodded vigorously, and the action of holding the wooden basin in his hand to remove the soybean milk residue did not shake at all, "It's very delicious, my father's craftsmanship is the best." ”

Wen Sheng was very proud, "That's it, follow your father, you have meat to eat every day." ”

"Dad, I didn't buy meat yesterday, I'll go to the West Market early today, buy some double-layer meat, and come back in the evening to make braised pork for you to eat, how about it?"

Wen Sheng couldn't keep his mouth shut, "Of course that's the best." Do you have enough money? Someone sent me the money I did the day before yesterday, you take it all, buy more things, I'm afraid that these days will change, and it will be inconvenient to buy things. ”

Wen Qing had passed yesterday, and she still had fifty copper plates in her hand, which was far from enough, so she agreed to take some silver from Wen Sheng and go.

About an hour later, Wen Qing was about to make breakfast, so he asked Wen Sheng to call Wen Yun and Wang Zhuangyuan to come over for dinner. Wen Sheng was wiping the bamboo bed that he forgot outside yesterday and didn't come in, and replied directly: "He will find it himself." ”

Wen Qing's movements paused slightly, and when his thoughts were together, the door of the fence courtyard was pushed open.

"I'm coming......"

The man was obviously tall and slender, but he always kept his head down.

But Wen Qing wanted to laugh when he saw him.

"Wang Zhuangyuan, good morning."

His eyes widened, as if he didn't understand what Wen Qing meant.

Wen Qing didn't hold out hope, but suddenly heard him whisper: "Good morning......"

At that moment, the sound of the wind, the rain, and the sound of reading could not compare to the sound of her heartbeat.