At night, Wen Sheng wanted to send Wang Zhuangyuan back, but Wen Qing was afraid that something would happen to the two of them on the road, so he didn't let them go. Wen Sheng only said: "Qing'er, before he married you, he was still an outsider. ”

Wen Qing withdrew his hand.

Wang Zhuangyuan looked at her quietly, with a gentle light in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and touched the top of her head, and his thin lips couldn't help but hook lightly.

The soft touch between his hands was so good that he was almost reluctant to withdraw his hand. However, he knew it was time to leave.

Wen Sheng opened the umbrella, and the raindrops the size of beans hit the surface of the umbrella, and the crackling sound made people feel that if it fell on him, it would hurt to death. Wen Qing held the threshold with his right hand, watching the two of them gradually disappear into the darkness.

Wen Yun hugged her thigh from behind, her voice was dry and hoarse, "Mother, I want to sleep." ”

Wen Qing turned around and picked him up, closed the door, went into the inner room, took off his coat and lay down, the slightly damp quilt was full of cool air, Wen Yun drilled into Wen Qing's arms vigorously.

"Yun'er, are you still angry with your mother?" She followed Wen Yun's back and gently coaxed him to sleep, but obviously Wen Yun didn't feel sleepy at all and kept making trouble for her. Wen Qing remembered his cousin and asked.

Wen Yun was stunned for a moment, raised his head from the bed, his big wet eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see the bottom at all.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, his palm poked out from the back of his head, rubbed the back of the child's head, his black green silk had been removed, the childish face was delicate and pure, Wen Qing lowered his head slightly and touched his head.

"Why don't you speak? Yun'er, are you still angry with your mother? ”

Wen Yun shook his head at this time, he hugged Wen Qing's neck, and whispered close to her chest: "Mother, I'm not angry with you." Just like Ah Gong said, it's good if the mother is happy, Yun'er can accept Wang Zhuangyuan, after all, ......"

Wen Qing asked, "After all, what?" ”

She met his gaze, and was startled by the quiet maturity inside.

Wen Yun said softly: "Mother, Wang Zhuangyuan was once a champion, and he has more knowledge than everyone else. If he hadn't forgotten what he had learned, I could still learn from him, so that I wouldn't have to go to school, and I would have saved some money for my mother. ”

Wen Qing found out about this matter, but she was silent for a long time before comforting Wen Yun and said: "Don't be afraid, my mother is also a person who is rich and rich, and my mother can also teach you." ”

Wen Yun looked at her blankly and swallowed her throat.

Wen Qing immediately understood that Wen Yun didn't trust her strength. Wen Qing couldn't help but ask, how did the original owner of the body live in the past 20 years? Even her son thinks she's stupid!

"Mother, are you sleepy? I want to sleep......"

As she spoke, Wen Yun yawned.

Wen Qing slowly hummed a song to lull him to sleep. The rain outside was still very heavy, she didn't worry about Wen Sheng, and when Wen Yun fell asleep, she got up, and just walked to the door bolt, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Qing'er, come and open the door."

Wen Qing just pulled out the deadbolt and turned sideways to let Wen Sheng in.

"Dad, are you wet? I'm going to make you some ginger soup......"

"No need." Wen Sheng grabbed Wen Qing's hand, pulled her back, and pushed her into the room.

He muttered, "You have to go out tomorrow, go to sleep quickly, and I'll wash my feet." ”

Wen Sheng's feet were covered with mud, and he did not dare to go into the room, until he had cleaned himself, he took off his soaked coat and exhaled carefully. As soon as he lay down, a voice came from Wen Qing's side.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Wen Sheng knew what she meant, but he didn't want to trouble her, this was his daughter, and he just hoped to take good care of her, and that would be enough. Whether Wen Qing can give him something in return or not, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that she lives well.

Wen Sheng pursed his lips and replied lightly: "It's okay, Qing'er, you can sleep." ”

Wen Qing only felt that a big stone fell from her heart, and when she frowned and fell asleep, Wen Sheng was still awake, looking at the darkness of the roof, and a mouse scurrying on the beam from time to time, mixed with the sound of the rain outside that was gradually getting smaller, which inexplicably made him feel satisfied.

However, the footsteps were close again.

This is the third time.

When many people approached, Wen Sheng pretended not to know anything and fell asleep, but his fingers moved slowly, and finally stopped on a small bulge.

Press it lightly, and there is the sound of waterfall waterfall.

Between the courtyard walls, there are countless silk threads entwined at some point, extremely tough, extremely thin, almost invisible to the naked eye.

The outsider looked at the pool of red, and the huge object rolling down at his feet, and his face turned pale under his constricted pupils. They received the order and quickly left as silently as they had come.

Wen Sheng closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips pulled slightly down were indifferent and merciless.

The next morning, when Wen Qing got up, the rain had stopped. After making breakfast, Wen Yun and Wen Sheng also got up.

She opened the door and was greeted by the damp but fresh air after the rain.

"Qing'er, I'll call Wang Zhuangyuan first."

Wen Sheng rubbed his eyes, he had just put on his outer robe, and walked crookedly towards Wen Qing under his feet.

Wen Qing pursed the corners of her lips, a smile leaked between her eyebrows, she nudged Wen Sheng to go to the kitchen to wash, and she went to call Wang Zhuangyuan to eat. However, he met Wang Zhuangyuan halfway, Wen Qing took him back, and saw the big tree at home from a distance, and she felt that the tree was much greener than before the rain.

Could it be that rain has a nourishing effect? No, it must have been Wensheng who applied fertilizer.

Wen Qing walked in front of Wang Zhuangyuan, Leng Buding's finger was lightly touched by him, and she turned around suddenly, crashing into his gentle and smiling eyes.

"Qingqing, good morning."

Wen Qing tilted his head and smiled, "Good morning...... Wait, what are you calling me? ”

Her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it.

Wang Zhuangyuan pursed his lips and smiled, his eyebrows were delicate and elegant, and his eyes were shining, as if he could see the starry night falling under his eyes.

He is as good as a stream: "Qingqing." ”

It took two seconds for Wen Qing to react back, and she immediately burst into laughter, she was also extremely helpless, what is the mood of this fawn crashing? It's not the first time she's in love, but she feels that Wang Zhuangyuan should be her first love.

"Qingqing."

He shouted again, and this time, he held out his palm to her.

The back of the hand is wheat-colored, but the palm is surprisingly white. Although there were calluses, the slightest trace on the white face with clear palm lines was clear, and she also saw the traces of the woman's nails.

Pinch the tiger's mouth and go straight to the inside of the texture.

She wanted to laugh, but when she raised her eyes, her right hand was already on it.

Wen Qing and Wang Shuyan interlocked their fingers.

Walking in the woods and mountain streams, birds chirping, flowing water, Wen Qing lowered his eyebrows and said something softly.

Wang Zhuangyuan didn't hear clearly, and looked at her slightly.

Suddenly, two soft floral lips were imprinted on his cheeks.

He was stunned, and heard her say again: "Wang Shuyan, it's you." ”