The fact is once again ruthless to tell the willows, the mountains will fall, everyone can run, and only by doing it yourself can there be enough food and clothing. After encountering stingy space revenge, Yang Liu will hypnotize herself every time she wants to enter the space, I don't have space, I don't have space.

He Shi, who had been away from home for more than a month, also returned home, looking at He Shi, who was white and fat, Yang Liu summed up an experience, fat people, white talents.

Then she set her eyes on Li Cong and began to ponder.

"Mother, you're back, why don't you tell us in advance, we'll pick you up." Xiuxiu took He's arm and chattered, "How is the fourth sister-in-law?" Are you feeling better? What about the fourth brother, has the fourth brother come back? ”

At the mention of Li Zhuang, He's mood sank inexplicably, and he thought that the letter she wrote by the trustee a few days ago should have arrived, so he was slightly relieved. Not wanting to be seen by a few children, she patted Xiuxiu's hand and said with a smile: "Why are you still like a child, you ask so much, which one do I answer?" ”

"I just have time to answer them all." Xiuxiu said.

"That's just right, I'm not empty." Ho shrugged. The subordinates of the Du family, who followed her, picked up the He family's things, big bags and small bags.

"Old lady, the slaves and maids will retire first." The servant at the head said.

He nodded: "Bring a word to your young lady, she just needs to rest more." If the two young masters have time, they will come to the countryside to see my old woman. ”

The Li family was stunned, the He family had never said anything to let Zixuan and Zimo come to Lijiatun before, what happened to make the relationship between mother-in-law and grandson so good?

***

This is a small Zhuangzi. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is beautiful. In neat fields. The rice has been filled in unison, swaying gently in the breeze.

Lie in a rocking chair. The old man Du Wen, who was rocking up and down in the rocking chair at will, was closing his eyes, his fingers lightly clasped his knees, and the rhythm of babbling and singing in the yard, shaking his head intoxicatedly and humming in his mouth.

The peasant farmers watching the play in the middle of the scene caught a glimpse and said to the people next to him: "Old man Du seems to be in a good mood today. ”

If you're in a good mood, it means that there's probably a tip.

"I hope Mr. Du is in a good mood every day." The man had apparently thought of tipping as well.

At this moment, a green shadow quickly walked in.

"Sir. Letters. The old servant Du Han brought a letter to Du Wen.

"Oh?" Du Wen was a little surprised, opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to take the letter, and said in his mouth: "This good daughter I raised still knows whether this old bone is dead or not?" ”

The ridicule in the words is clear, if it weren't for the inheritance of incense, he wouldn't want such a daughter.

Du Han naturally knew that the hatred between Du Wen's father and daughter came from, but he also understood that this grudge could not be resolved in a while. Miss actually killed the master's favorite concubine to retract his thoughts, he knew that now was not the time to say this, and reminded: "This letter was not written by Miss." ”

Although he didn't read the content. But the person who sent the letter did not know him.

Du Wen's hand opened the letter for a moment, and he glanced at the words on the cover, and it was really not the font he was familiar with. His face was slightly solemn and he sat up straight. There aren't many people who know he's here.

Feeling Du Wen's prudence, Du Han raised his voice and said to the farmers in the field: "Old and young masters, I'm sorry. Today, the owner has something to do, and this play will be sung another day. ”

Serve silver taels. The drama soon ended.

There was silence in the field, and even Du Han bowed and took a few steps back.

Du Boen opened the letter.

The letter was surprisingly short. But Du Boen watched it for a long time. He was not as careless as He Shi, and he felt that things were not so simple.

Stuffing the letter into the envelope, Du Wen stood up with both palms, "Go home." ”

***

Night covers the land. The birds don't chirp, the cicadas don't chirp, the clouds cover a crescent moon, and the whole Du Mansion is quiet.

"Miss, it's not too early, let's rest early." Cuibei persuaded.

"After lying on the bed for more than a month, the bones are soft, and if you don't move anymore, you should be rusty." Du Shi smiled: "Oh, this needle was picked wrong, I haven't practiced for a long time, and my skills are rusty." ”

"Actually, there are still some days before the young masters go to the school, so they don't have to rush so much." Cuibei pushed the candle flame to Du's side and said, "There are needlewomen in the house, let them do this kind of thing." The little masters know that you love them and won't mind. ”

"After all, I am their mother, but I have not even made a single piece of clothing for them." Du Shi sighed a little, "I just suddenly remembered." I don't even know what size of clothes Zixuan and Zimo are wearing, my mother is really derelict in her duties. ”

"Miss is a person who does big things, shouldering the livelihood of dozens of people in the house, so naturally she can't spend her time and energy on these, and you can have slaves and maids to do these things." Cuibei said. I don't know if it's her delusion, she feels that after this miscarriage, Du Shi exudes the brilliance of maternal love all over her body. For a woman who already has two six-year-old children, this is a normal thing, but she always feels a little uncomfortable, and this kind of thing can feel very awkward when it appears in Du's body.

Du Shi put down the embroidery shed in his hand and sighed slightly: "Actually, you also think it's weird for me to do this." ”

She is not without a husband to rely on, childless and reliable, she is an omnipotent strong woman in the eyes of others, but she is not a qualified wife and mother.

I thought so in my heart, but Cuibei didn't dare to nod and say yes.

Fortunately, Du Shi just asked like this, and did not ask her to answer, so he buried his head in embroidery again.

Cuibei exhaled slowly and softly, and now she felt so laborious to talk to Du Shi. This more than a month of rest took away the sharp energy on Du's body. It's not her.

"Actually, I didn't know what I was supposed to do, my mind was blank, I couldn't figure out anything. I feel as if I owe a lot of people, and I feel like I have nothing. Some people are obviously within reach, but I push them even further, and instead I am obsessed with the vague figure in my dream."

Du Shi spoke quickly and urgently, and she didn't know what she wanted to say. She desperately wants others to understand her confusion and help her get out of the chaos, but she can't find an exit in the chaos. She felt like she was in a city besieged on all sides, and she was bleeding from her head and wanted to get out, but she couldn't find her way.

Cui Bei was stunned for a while, what kind of nonsense is this talking about? Dream, why did Du Shi say more, the more she didn't understand?

"What the hell do you think I'm going to do?" It was Du Shi who looked up at her. (To be continued......)