After a long journey, Wen Qing felt tired, but Wen Yun around him was still alive. I saw him put his feet together, suddenly exerted his strength, and jumped over a small pebble in his way.

He raised his head happily, his eyes on his palm-sized little face were crooked, with the unique self-satisfaction of children, and he just wanted to show off to his mother, when he saw the exhaustion on Wen Qing's face.

Yi immediately smiled and said worriedly: "Mother, are you tired of walking?"

Wen Qing didn't answer, only asked him, "Are you tired?"

"I'm not tired, I often follow my grandfather on this road. My mother has walked with us many times, why are you so tired this time? ”

Wen Yun frowned and thought about this serious question, not to mention, when he didn't smile, there was a kind of melancholy on his face, as if he was born with a noble nature.

Wen Qing felt a little pain in his head.

Who is Wenyun's father?

He will hold her hostage every Mid-Autumn Festival, what does he want to do? Will he appear in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year?

Wen Qing couldn't walk because of these things, so she covered her eyes with one hand to prevent the hideous expression on her face from being seen.

The thoughts in my head are like a dead knot, and I can't untie them, and I can't start them. It can only get more and more messy, and finally the nerves are torn and hurt.

Wen Sheng's worried voice drifted into her ears far away: "Wen Qing, don't think about it, let's not think about things we don't understand, let's do it, will it?"

Wen Qing's lips were pursed tightly, her color was pale, she put down her hand, her black pupils and pale face were printed together, stubbornly disagreeing.

It wasn't until the roar in her ears faded away and the people and things in front of her became real that Wen Qing sat on a big stone in the posture of Wen Sheng helping her, panting and relaxing.

Wen Yun didn't know what to do, so she kept squatting in front of her, holding her hand and blowing, while muttering in a low voice: "My mother doesn't hurt, my mother is not afraid, Yun'er is with my mother."

Wen Qing's fingers tightened, her throat was dry, and after a while, she calmed down and said, "I'm fine, keep walking."

Wen Sheng let out a dry "oh", picked her up, and patted the dust on her body for her, the dust was especially clear in the sunlight of the green mountains and green waters.

Wen Qing was almost slapped by the two slaps he slapped on the back, coughed violently, but didn't say anything, but Wen Yun's aggrieved eyes with two bags of tears made Wen Sheng feel so weak.

Isn't he just a little stronger? Xiao Yunyun really feels sorry for his mother. Oh, the old man is old, why doesn't anyone feel distressed?

Wen Sheng sighed while thinking about it, and wanted to cry without tears: "I have been busy for more than 20 years, my daughter has grown up, and she can be in charge of her own house, and I am even older than the old man, so I should return to the mountains and forests as soon as possible and leave it alone."

Saying that, he nodded sympathetically, almost wanting to bow to tears for his pitiful experience.

Wen Qing glanced at him lightly and snorted coldly, "You still want to take the money and leave our mother and wife behind?" Think beautifully. ”

The family is so poor that he can't open the pot, and he doesn't want to leave Wenyun alone and live happily.

"Mother, don't talk about Grandpa like that."

Wen Yun shook Wen Qing's hand, and looked up at her with disapproval in her eyes.

When Wen Qing saw him, his mood finally relaxed, and he pulled the corners of his lips to show a smile.

"Wenyun ......"

But he said loudly: "Mother, my grandfather has taken care of us for many years, and he takes us with him every time he goes to the market, never too troublesome, just to prevent people from bullying us." Ah Gong is so good, if you don't like him, I don't like you either. ”

Wen Qing was stunned, and turned her eyes to Wen Sheng who was walking behind, he was putting his hands behind his back, his back leaning forward unconsciously, and his posture reminded her of modern elders.

Wen Sheng is at most fifty years old, but he looks older than his peers. Even if he didn't do his best, I'm afraid he did most of the housework, and it was difficult for him to be a big man.

Thinking like this, Wen Qing's gaze softened.

Wen Sheng was a little embarrassed, touched the tip of his nose, and walked quickly to the front.

Wen Yun raised her eyes to look at Wen Qing, and seeing that she hadn't reacted yet, she stomped her foot angrily, breaking away from her hand and chasing Wen Sheng.

"Ah Gong, don't be angry, wait for me."

Wen Qing looked at Wen Yun's small figure from behind, he was not very old, but he had a delicate heart and full of filial piety. It's just that he is so precocious, Wen Qing began to be interested in his father.

"Daddy."

Wen Qing walked over quickly, grabbed one of his arms, and said with a smile: "Let's go together."

Wen Sheng looked at her, the light in his eyes faded and finally fell silent.

He lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Okay, we are a family. ”

Wen Qing curled the corners of her lips, Wen Sheng's behavior was very strange, but he was the father of this body after all, and she couldn't do anything unfilial to her father and son.

"Mother!"

Wen Yun ran over excitedly and hugged her arm, her eyes were shining, and her pale little face was full of joy.

"Do you like Ah Gong now?"

Wen Qing rubbed his head and glanced at Wen Sheng, he was old and thin, and there was no flesh on his cheeks.

It's a big disappointment, and she let go at this moment. Now her goal is to take good care of Wensheng and Wenyun and make the family rich, so that when she leaves again, they can continue to live in peace.

She bent her eyes and said softly, "I like Wenyun and Dad the most."

They are her only relatives in this world, and she has no intention of recovering the missing family affection in them, but when people are good to me, I will return them.

Where had Wen Sheng ever heard such direct and sensational words? blinked his eyes directly and burst into tears, he sniffed sharply, and almost hugged Wen Qing and cried.

"I was so impressed! Xiao Qingqing, Dad likes you the most. ”

As he spoke, he was about to pick it up.

Wen Qing coughed, and Wen Yun quickly turned to Wen Sheng's arms, hugging his legs and not letting go.

"Ah Gong! I like you too! ”

Wen Sheng silently bent down and picked him up, said "go", and strode ahead.

Wen Qing laughed secretly, his eyes were full of quiet gentleness that he didn't even know.

The white clouds in the sky floated by, like silk, with a delicate and feminine attitude, looking down on the earth between the mountains.

Half an hour later, only a thin layer of sweat appeared on Wen Qing's body. She was in poor health, and she didn't sweat very often, but she was uncomfortable.

Wen Sheng picked some grass and skillfully knitted it into a fan for her, the breeze mixed with the scent of flowers rushed into her nose, she squinted slightly, the smile on her lips was gentle, slightly softening the indifferent side face.

Wen Yun lay on Wen Sheng's back, suddenly raised his finger to the front, and shouted happily: "Ah Gong, Baisha Town has arrived!"

Wen Qing looked up and saw that the old and broken boundary monument was standing on the right, with the inscription "Baisha Town". Ahead were the rudimentary city walls, sparsely populated and poorly dressed, not much richer than his family.

She wanted to sigh, how can money make money in such a poor place?