Wen Qing had been in this mountain village for a few months, and she was quite familiar with the road conditions, even though her memory was blurred, she still easily found Wen Yun's home and went in without knocking.

Surrounded by a wooden fence is an ordinary yard with a stone table and a few chairs, a pomegranate tree planted on the far right, and a large rooster jumping up and down, making for the simplest rural scene.

The little doll had already broken away from her hand and ran towards the house jubilantly, "Grandpa and Grandpa, my mother is back!" ”

Wen Qing stopped, looking at the short and dilapidated cabin, a middle-aged man with a thin body and a face like straw walked out, but the miraculous thing is that even if he was malnourished to the extreme, Wen Qing saw that he still had a bit of the temperament of a jade tree in the wind.

As soon as the other party saw her, it was as if she was scared away, and the kill-pig knife in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the little doll flashed quickly, so that she didn't hurt her foot with a knife weighing four or five pounds.

"Oh my grandma—"

Wen Qing thought he was happy, after all, his daughter was back, who expected him to pull out his legs and go into the house.

The little doll didn't know why, looked at Wen Qing, and then looked into the house, this glance was terrible, he was furious.

"Grandpa, what are you doing packing your things? Put down your mother's hairpin! Ah, that's the copper money tree I made last year, Grandpa, you put it down. ”

Wen Qing took a deep breath and walked over unhurriedly.

There are really few valuable things at home, and they have been packed before they have been packed for a while, and the middle-aged man looks thin, and a burden is bigger than others, Wen Qing doubts that he will be crushed and broken.

He looked around, not knowing whether it was nostalgia or regret, sighed, and turned his head resolutely-

collided with Wen Qing's eyes.

Wen Qing said: "What are you doing when you pack your things?" Want to escape? ”

He laughed, touched his head and stepped back, sitting directly on the wooden table.

The wooden table also has an age, and when he sat down with people like this, he immediately protested.

"You get up."

Wen Qing's tone was light, but it made his shoulders shrink, and he immediately bounced up and said, "Wen Qing, you're back." I've taught you the art of eating, and I'll rely on you to take care of this house in the future, and I'll go out to play for two days, ah? ”

"Where are you going?"

"The world is so big, it's the same wherever you go!"

"When will you be back?"

"That's a maybe, and when you're happy, you'll come back. You don't care, take Wenyun well, I'll leave. ”

He waved his hand and stepped out of the threshold very openly.

Before the other foot stepped out, Wen Qing's cold voice sounded behind him: "You come back for me."

The middle-aged man ran away, Wen Qing glanced at Wen Yun, who understood and chased after him while shouting "Ah Gong don't go".

After all, it was his grandson, the middle-aged man was not ruthless, and he was hugged by Wenyun on his thigh before he reached the door.

Wen Yun cried and sobbed, "Grandpa, don't go-"

He hiccuped and continued to cry: "If you leave, my mother and I won't be able to live." Although the food you cook is unpalatable, when you kill the pig, it always makes me bleed, and when you sleep, you often shake your legs, I forgive you, can you not go? ”

He pulled out his thigh, but he didn't pull it.

He dialed Wenyun's head and said earnestly: "Xiao Yunyun, you see that your mother is back, and I don't have anything to do, right?" After raising you two for so many years, you should also make me chic, right? Go back to your mother, I'm going out of the mountain. ”

Wen Qing finally understood, this old man wanted to flee with all his belongings.

She leaned against the door frame to watch them toss, and after half an hour, the middle-aged man picked up Wenyun and went back to the house to drink tea.

"Not leaving?"

He looked helpless, "I can't go." ”

Wen Qing laughed and sat down beside them.

The middle-aged man's eyes rolled on her, and he seemed to have a deep meaning: "Wen Qing, you ...... last night"

I didn't dare to ask.

Wen Qing knew that he was afraid.

This time last year, she set fire to the chicken coop, and all the chickens scrambled to run for fear of being roasted into roast chickens.

It's just that he asked if he wanted to kill a chicken to replenish her body.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see what had happened to her at that time, and it was probably the worst nightmare of her life.

Now, he cautiously asked about last night's incident, Wen Qing didn't have a good face, and said lightly: "I got lost in the mountains, so I spent the night in the broken temple."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I'll just say, my Wensheng's daughter won't be taken away by wolves, have you used the eighteen stunts of killing pigs to beat the other party to the ground?"

No matter how Wen Qing heard it, he felt that he had something else to do, so he simply stopped talking.

Wen Sheng stared and pursed his lips, his expression still a little innocent.

Wen Yun also saw that the atmosphere was wrong, and hurriedly said, "Mother, I'm hungry, what are we going to eat in the morning?"

Wen Sheng took the opportunity to say: "Ah Gong made noodles, does Xiao Yunyun want to eat them?"

"Ah Gong, is it noodles again?"

Wen Qing suddenly got up and walked towards the southernmost kitchen.

The room was dim, and she didn't know how many things she had knocked over along the way, and Wen Sheng followed behind to pick them up.

At last she came to an end, and some light leaked from the small wooden window, shining on the white paste in the cauldron, and she frowned deeply.

Seeing this, Wen Sheng hurriedly explained: "It wasn't like this when it was just cooked, it was because you came back too late that the noodles were pasted like this."

"You're going to give him this?"

Wen Sheng blinked, didn't hear clearly for a moment, and asked, "What?"

Wen Qing ignored him anymore, scooped up the noodles in the pot and poured them into the bucket, looked around in the wooden cabinet, and made two simple side dishes, accompanied by freshly cooked thick porridge, with a strong aroma and appetite.

As soon as these things were put on the table, they became sought-after goods, and Wen Qing had no appetite, so he sat on the couch and fell asleep.

Wen Yun saw it, and as soon as a "mother" came out, Wen Sheng patted his head and signaled him not to talk more.

The consequence of sleeping too much during the day is that you can't sleep at night.

Wen Qing took a shower and climbed onto the roof with her long wet hair scattered.

This seemed to be a place that was often used, the straw in the moonlight was glowing yellow, and she was just about to lie down when there was a trembling voice behind her.

"Mother, mother, help me."

Wen Qing turned around, Wen Yun was holding the long ladder, her little eyes blinking, as if she was about to cry.

Wen Qing stretched out his hand to him, "Grab me, come over yourself." ”

Wen Yun nodded, rubbed to her side step by step very obediently, and finally grabbed her sleeve and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother, don't you wear only one piece of clothing?"

Wen Qing looked at the moon leisurely with his arms on his pillow, and said in his heart that we can still wear nothing there in summer, do you think I will be cold?

But Wen Yun is a person from this dynasty, he can't understand it, and she won't say it.

"It's okay, are you cold?"

Wen Yun shook her head, "With my mother, my heart is warm, and it won't be cold." ”

Wen Qing thought for a while and said, "It was my fault that I didn't treat you well before."

Wen Yun immediately turned over and said seriously: "Mother is very good to Yun'er. It's true! ”

Wen Qing: "......"

If he doesn't say it's true, she'll still believe him, but--who knows?

What would this body look like without her?

She was looking forward to the moment when she knew the answer.

After lying silently for a long time, Wen Yun suddenly asked in a low voice, "Mother, can I ask you something?"

"Just ask."

"Is the man you slept with last night my father?"