"Mother!"

Wen Yun saw the thin familiar figure, and immediately threw a handful of snot and tears, and the hanging little heart finally fell.

"Mother, don't leave me."

Wen Qing understood what he meant, but she couldn't guarantee how long she would stay.

She doesn't want to go back now, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to go back in the future. And the truth will always be revealed one day, and when she has figured everything out, will she leave or stay?

She didn't know.

Wen Qing's silence made Wen Yun nervous again, he desperately grabbed her hand, trying to look at her eyes, and his immature voice was hoarse because of choking.

"Mother, tell me, will you still leave me?"

Wen Qing still couldn't be indifferent, she put down the utensils in her hand, squatted down and hugged Wen Yun with one hand.

"Don't cry, I won't leave you."

There is never life and separation, only death. She thought so.

Wenyun nodded, tears sliding into the hem of her clothes, and the wetness made her tremble.

Then, Wen Yun stayed in the kitchen, staring at her with dark eyes, refusing to relax at all.

Wen Sheng brought clothes for Wen Yun to wear, and Wen Yun was a little unhappy when he saw that it was not his black robe yesterday.

Wen Qing glanced at it and said quietly: "Wen Yun, put on your clothes."

Wen Yun flattened her lips and listened to her words.

When breakfast was served, Wen Sheng sighed and said with a smile: "Wen Qing, your skills are really good, white porridge can make so many tricks, it seems that we are blessed."

Wen Qing didn't bother to look at him, "If it weren't for you, the family wouldn't have fallen to the point of eating white porridge." What about flour? What about meat? What about fruits and vegetables? ”

Wen Sheng flicked the chopsticks and became serious, "Wen Qing, three generations of our family have been butchers, that is, pig killers." This is our family's old craft, I have also passed it on to you, and you will also pass it on to Xiao Yunyun in the future, so that this skill will continue forever. I also believe that one day we will be rich. ”

"Wenyun, do you want to learn to kill pigs?"

Wen Yun stared at the small green vegetables and a little bit of meat foam at the bottom of the bowl, and slowly shook his head, "You don't have money to kill pigs, and you can't buy meat to eat." ”

Wen Sheng sighed, "Xiao Yunyun, we can't just think about silver, we have to continue the family heirloom!" ”

"It's just a pig, and it's not like no one will. Besides, you can't kill a few pigs in this place all year round, right? ”

Wen Qing has long known that Wen Sheng can't make money in his hands.

The butcher makes money by quantity, not by what he calls quality. He would rather stick to this mountain village than go to a small town a few kilometers away to live, how many opportunities can he have to make money?

Wen Sheng was dumbfounded, Wen Qing was right, there are few wealthy families here, and he doesn't have many opportunities to show himself, so he just relies on going to the town once a month to find something to do from there, and by the way, he gets some pork at a slightly cheaper internal price, and then brings it back to sell.

came and went, and there was not much silver in hand.

Wen Sheng was very depressed, and drank two large bowls in a row to feel better.

After the meal, Wen Qing washed the pots and bowls, filled a pot of water and led Wen Yun out of the door.

Wen Sheng covered his eyes with his hand and looked up, the sun was already very strong, he waved his hand to let them go faster.

Wen Yun often played outside, and the green trees and red flowers all over the mountains couldn't attract his eyes, so he held Wen Qing's hand and jumped happily.

When passing by the ridge, someone greeted Wen Sheng, "Old student, are you going to the town again?" You've been there once this month. ”

Wen Sheng laughed loudly: "What if you have been there once? I'm going to buy some things for my daughter and the little doll, and I'll see if there's anything to do. ”

Wen Qing kicked him.

What is the mentality of making other people's families clear about their own family's affairs?

Wen Sheng smiled and took this kick, didn't say much gossip, and walked forward happily.

Wen Yun glanced at Wen Qing's face, then looked at Wen Sheng's posture of bending over and holding his hands behind his back, and pursed his lower lip.

A man walked in front of them, tall and large, pushing heavy things, and met them in a narrow way.

"Trouble let's go."

The voice was as clear as the spring water of a mountain stream, which was commensurate with his appearance, but it was a pity that he was born in this place, and Wenyun said that he was a fool......

Wen Qing pulled Wen Yun to stand aside and watched him walk by.

Sweat slid down his forehead, dripping through his angular face, dripping into his long black robe. The Adam's apple rolled gently, the dark and clear eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes like a feather fan, and the thin lips were incredibly sexy.

His skin was a healthy wheat color, but in places where the sun couldn't shine, such as on his wrist, Wen Qing saw a patch of white, which she expected.

"Wen Qing, let's go."

"Mother!"

They all summoned her back to her senses, Wen Qing lowered her eyes indifferently, and turned around to follow Wen Sheng.

After walking some distance, she subconsciously glanced back. In the shining place, the man put down the things he was hugging and straightened his waist, the inky black green silk was distinct, and he looked from a distance to be an elegant man.

The man's hand hanging at his side moved slightly, and he looked sideways.

Wen Qing retracted his gaze and calmly looked at the road ahead.

"Mother, you don't really like him, do you? Although he is really good-looking, he is very stupid, and he knows every day that he listens to other people's words and does things, and people are still stupid. ”

"Has he been like this since he was a child?"

Wen Yun couldn't answer, he was still young, how could he know all the previous things in this village?

Wen Sheng heard Wen Qing's question, and he also knew that Wen Qing was actually asking him, but he deliberately sold Guan Zi.

"Dad, you know ......"

"Oh, my grandma, hey, I'm waiting for your father!"

Wen Qing: "......"

Wen Sheng's eyebrows fluttered and he began to speak: "Anyway, one day seven years ago, this Wang Zhuangyuan appeared with us wearing a champion suit——"

"Wait, Wang Zhuangyuan?"

Wen Yun pouted and said, "It's that fool."

Wen Qing raised his eyebrows and waited for Wen Sheng to continue.

"He was wounded, and he was madly muttering that he was the champion. The girl in the village saw that he was pitiful and good-looking, so she let him stay. But he has been chattering, his brain is not good, and it is very easy to trust others, no, there are many things now, many people lie to him to help do things, and in the end he only gives two steamed buns to eat, and people are thin like that, what a poor person. ”

The corners of Wen Qing's lips curved downward, a little regretful, "Yes, poor man." ”

"It is precisely because of this that it is said that he is twenty-five years old this year, and there is still no girl to marry him."

"I'm afraid there won't be fewer girls who want to marry him, right?"

"There are only a few girls in the village, they just have a crush on Wang Zhuangyuan, and they also want to see if the family agrees. In this world, who would marry a fool with no money? ”

Wen Qing frowned because of his words, and the expression on his face was unpredictable.

She remembered one more thing and asked Wen Sheng, "Doesn't he have a name?" You call him the king? ”

"Isn't that calling him Wang Zhuangyuan, and he is happy? As for his name, I have to think about it, what is his name king? ”

Wen Sheng racked his brains, but he didn't come up with it.

Wen Qing simply looked at the scenery, and he was happy for a while. Wen Yun held her hand tightly, he was happy no matter what.