In an inconspicuous corner of the backyard, a small wooden four-corner pavilion stood among a few bushes of flowers and trees that had withered in the cold winter, Jiang Yueniang sat on the pavilion railing, looking at Xiaowei holding Xiaobao, speechless for a long time.

After Xiaobao saw Xiaowei, he didn't stop talking for a moment, and when he glanced at his mother, Xiaobao put his mouth to Xiaowei's ear and whispered: "Uncle Xiaowei, Xiaobao misses you very much." ”

Xiao Wei smiled and patted Xiaobao's head and said, "Really? ”

"Yes," Xiaobao nodded to his little head.

Xiao Wei hugged Xiaobao and looked at Jiang Yueniang and said, "You take me R562."