Wen Sheng looked at her with wide eyes, his eyes were full of innocence and incomprehension, Wen Qing rolled his hand to his lips and coughed, and said in a clear voice: "It seems that the effect of this medicine has passed, Dad, I will go and ask the doctor for another pair." ”

As he spoke, he was leaving.

Wen Sheng hurriedly called out to her and said, "Forget it, I think it's because your health is good, and this medicine has played an auxiliary role." I'm an old man, my body has long since collapsed, and the panacea can't get better. By the way, didn't you say before that you wanted to make a sugar gourd for Wenyun? It's still early before dinner, and making a little snack for Yun'er can also help your body. ”

Wen Qing responded, rolled the medicine bag into a ball and threw it into the dustpan, Wen Sheng was still grinding his medicine, and the concentrated silhouette made people feel calm.

Wen Yun was still observing the pile of ants, and he couldn't extricate himself for a while.

Just like the movie Stars on Earth, in the eyes of children, simple colors can bloom into a brilliant flower. Wenqing fully respects the development of children and does not disturb Wenyun silently.

She looked in the cupboard, and yesterday she found that there was only a little sugar packet left, and now she had to use it all. She put the water and sugar in the pot at a ratio of two to one, and when the sugar juice was thick, she poured all the sugar gourds into the pot, and finally used chopsticks to wrap the sugar skin one by one, and scooped up all the sugar gourds and put them on the plate.

In less than half an hour, Wen Qing was already sweating, she came out with a plate, put the tray on the bamboo bed, went into the house and poured three glasses of water, and beckoned Wen Yun to rest for a while.

Wen Yun reluctantly came back, but when he saw the sugar gourd, his eyes were instantly lit up. He ran over in small steps, leaned on the bamboo bed around his waist, and looked at Wen Qing with bright eyes, almost wagging his tail and selling cuteness.

"Mother, mother, mother, this is for me, huh?"

Wen Qing smiled and nodded, "Drink some water before eating, otherwise the sugar will stick to your dry mouth and you will be uncomfortable." ”

Wen Yun nodded violently, drank the water in a big gulp, and after quenching his thirst, he carefully picked up a sugar gourd with chopsticks. The round is not slippery, the color is still red, and Wen Qing almost saw tears from the bottom of his eyes.

She laughed, what is there to be touched by this?

Then she understood that Wen Yun had said that she was dull and wooden in the past, and she didn't even talk to him, so how could she make him a sugar gourd?

Thinking like this, Wen Qing lowered his eyebrows, and his heart suddenly sank.

Wen Sheng shouted on the side: "Xiao Qingqing, also clip me a sprinkle~"

At such a sultry end, Wen Qing pursed her lips, held back the laughter that was about to be spoken, and put a chopstick sugar gourd into Wen Sheng's mouth.

When you take a bite, the crispy and hard sugar crust breaks open first, and the sweet taste fills your mouth. Then, the teeth crushed through the hawthorn skin, and the rich juice gushed out, mixed with slightly sour juice, and for a while it was impossible to tell whether the hawthorn was more sour or the sugar was sweeter.

Wen Sheng sighed after eating, gave Wen Qing a thumbs up, and praised: "Good craftsmanship!" ”

Wen Qing smiled slightly, touched Wen Yun's head, he only ate a layer of sugar skin, and he couldn't taste the hawthorn inside, after all, the hawthorn at noon became his painful memory.

"Doesn't it look sour?"

Wen Yun heard her voice, frowned and looked up, her big eyes were bright and good-looking.

Wen Qing smiled, sandwiched one again to Wen Sheng, picked up another one and took a bite, and ate it without changing his face with a smile all the time.

Wen Yun swallowed his saliva, and looked at the sugar gourd on the chopsticks, which was simply tempting him to eat it. Anyway, he took a small bite lightly.

The sour air is thin, but the sweetness just covers the taste, and the sweet and sour are intertwined, becoming the most beautiful taste.

“…… It's delicious! ”

Wen Yun stretched out his arms and hugged Wen Qing, smiling so much that his eyes were bent into a bright moon, and his pale little face was innocent.

Wen Qing was also relieved, to be honest, she was indeed a little nervous.

"Xiao Qingqing~ One more!"

Wen Yun let go of Wen Qing and volunteered: "Grandpa, I'll clip one for you." ”

"Okay, Yun'er is the best!"

Wen Qing: "......"

If she said that this sugar gourd was made by her, isn't she the best person, will Wen Sheng think that she is arrogant?

Wen Qing smiled to himself, and then remembered the red beans that Wang Miao gave Wen Sheng this morning, that is, red beans, and asked Wen Sheng: "Dad, where did you put the red beans?" Will you plant? ”

"Well, on the table, I don't know how to plant it."

Coincidentally, Wenqing will not plant.

She wrapped five sugar gourds in oiled paper and prepared to go to Aunt Hua's house next door to ask. As soon as her thighs were hugged, she lowered her eyes and looked, "Wenyun, what are you pulling me for?" ”

Wen Yun held her head high, "I want to go with my mother." ”

Actually, you want to see who I'm going to give the sugar gourd, right? Wen Qing complained silently, but still brought Wen Yun.

knocked on the courtyard door of Aunt Hua's house, and the one who came to open the door was a little doll, about the same age as Wen Yun, her hair was not combed, and she was looking at Wen Qing timidly at the moment, he blinked his eyes and whispered, "Are you here to find my grandmother?" ”

Wen Qing nodded slightly, and handed out the sugar gourd in his palm.

The white doll looked at the stuff wrapped in oiled paper, and subconsciously dodged, a little scared.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "This is a sugar gourd, it's delicious, you take it." ”

The white doll shook her head, "Grandmother said that you can't eat what others give. I'm going into the house, so let's go. ”

Wen Yun sighed and immediately rushed up, "Wen Xiaobao, don't be so cowardly, my mother didn't poison it." You don't eat pull down, let me come! ”

It turned out that the white doll was called Wen Xiaobao.

It's Aunt Hua's baby.

Why didn't Aunt Hua come out, but let Wen Xiaobao open the door?

"Xiaobao, where is your grandmother? Is she not there? ”

Wen Xiaobao opened his eyes wide and watched the bag of sugar gourds being carried into Wen Yun's arms, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously, his eyes a little stagnant. He didn't hear Wen Qing's question, but Wen Qing noticed his gaze.

"Yun'er."

With just two words, Wen Yun bit his lip and stuffed the sugar gourd bag into Wen Xiaobao's arms. Then, taking advantage of Wen Xiaobao's stunned moment, Wen Yun squeezed his body, squeezed directly through the gap between Wen Xiaobao and the door, and began to shout at the top of his voice: "Aunt Hua, are you there?" ”

Wen Qing really wanted to beat Wen Yun.

Wen Xiaobao is as old as him, he calls other people's grandmothers as aunts, and all his generations have been eaten into his stomach? !

She looked at Wen Xiaobao, this child was quite thin, but he didn't look like he was yellow and thin, he just lacked a certain amount of exercise, and his body looked a little empty.

was about to speak softly, for fear of scaring him, but he didn't want Wen Xiaobao to look a little flustered, so he turned around and ran into the house, he shouted as he ran: "Wen Yun, don't scream, my grandmother is sick and resting!" Don't bother her anymore! ”

Wen Qing's expression tightened, she strode in and closed the door with her hand.

At that end, Wen Yun had no malicious intent, but at this moment, Wen Xiaobao pounced from behind, and fell to the ground on all fours.

"Ouch! You're holding me down! Get up, my nose seems to be bleeding! ”

Wen Qing walked over, Wen Xiaobao just got up, and saw Wen Yun's mother standing behind him, Wen Yun's nose was bleeding, he was very afraid that Wen Qing would beat him, and just about to run, Wen Qing pressed his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "How long has your grandmother been sick?" ”

Wen Xiaobao grabbed the sugar gourd bun, pursed her lips, and said, "Grandmother can't get up in the morning, she said she wanted to sleep, but she hasn't woken up yet." ”

Wen Qing's hand shook, she straightened up, it couldn't be what she thought, right?

"I'll go inside and take a look. Wen Yun covered her nose with a handkerchief and held her head high. Xiaobao, you accompany Wenyun first, is it okay? ”

Wen Xiaobao was a little guilty because he hurt Wen Yun, nodded slightly, leaned against Wen Yun's side, pulled the hem of Wen Yun's clothes, and said softly: "Wen Yun, I didn't mean to." ”

Wen Yun waved his hand, Wen Xiaobao thought that he didn't like him to get close to him, so he took a few steps back.

Wen Qing pushed the door into the house, and a faint sour smell lingered on the tip of his nose.

She frowned and walked inside, which had always been dim, and the poor could not afford to buy an oil lamp.

A heavy man lay motionless on the collapse, covered with a quilt that had been sewn and mended an unknown number of times, one hand still hanging on the side of the bed, and the owner of the hand was silent.

Wen Qing withdrew her hand to detect her breathing, and put his hand to her heart, quietly, tears welling up in her eyes.