In the winter of Lingnan, the closer to the Spring Festival, the colder the weather becomes. On a rainy day, the wind is as cold as a knife cut, and on a sunny day, the temperature rises sharply and is slightly mild.

It was the twentieth day of the lunar month, and the workers in the workshop had gone home for the New Year, and only Mo Qinglian and the guards were still in the workshop to make work arrangements for the Spring Festival holiday, and it was estimated that there would be a holiday the day after tomorrow.

Mo Qinglian has already told Wei Shihao that he will start his holiday from today, but this year, after he and Ah Mei both went to the workshop to help, the elderly Abba received a lot fewer darts, and the New Year's goods that should be purchased at home Abba and Grandma are almost done, so he is bored at home.

This person, it's strange to say, when I usually meet every day, I like to raise the bar, and sometimes I grit my teeth in anger, but once I want to separate, I still think of each other in my heart.

Usually, when Wei Shihao faced Mo Qinglian, he was panicked, but after the holiday, he would not be able to see each other for many days, and he felt that his heart seemed to be empty.

Mo Qinglian is the shopkeeper of the workshop, everyone is on vacation, she must have a lot of things to deal with, right?

Anyway, it's okay to be idle, Wei Shihao thought about it, and then went to the workshop to help.

When he walked to Qiumo Street, there was a lot of traffic here, and people buying and selling goods from various shops came and went, and there was a scene of both buying and selling, except for the Jingliu Grain and Oil Store, which had just opened two days ago, had few customers.

The owner of this grain and oil store is a foreigner, and there are no regular customers when he first arrives, so it is inevitable that business will be bleak.

When Wei Shihao passed by this store, he glanced at the store, which was also very simply furnished, without corresponding decoration, except for more than a dozen bags of things piled up in the center of the store, there were no other grain and oil samples for customers to choose from.

Wei Shihao thought to himself, this store is so operated, no wonder there is no business.

After Wei Shihao arrived in the workshop, the guards had thoroughly cleaned the workshop, and everything else was neatly packed, and he didn't help.

It's a holiday, and he also went back to the workshop to help, which makes Mo Qinglian's heart as sweet as honey. She thought to herself that he was reluctant to make an excuse for her to come back, and that his behavior was more intimate and heartfelt than when he sent Moman that day......

Although it was winter, the sun was shining on the day, and the weather was still southerly, so the temperature outside was very ambiguous. After being happy, Mo Qinglian invited him to drink tea and chat under the pavilion in the small garden.

Of course, the smart Yueyue made an excuse to leave, and let them talk about life alone, talk about life and other topics.

From her birth in the Nandan Tusi Yamen to her childhood life in Qingyuan Mansion, she told him everything. Talking and laughing, she returned to the nature of a little girl, sometimes dancing, sometimes delicate, looking coquettish in front of her lover, where is there still the appearance of a shopkeeper?

Why didn't Wei Shihao know her mind? No matter how hard-hearted he is, through such a long time of getting along, he can also feel her unique warm current. It's just that he feels that his identity is closer to Mo Man, who was also born as a commoner, and she is the daughter of Nandan Tusi, the niece favored by the old state official, and she is not in the right household with him at all, and it is impossible in terms of children's affection.

However, through this heart-to-heart conversation, he saw her cute side, in fact, she is not as insidious and vicious as he imagined, but a girl with clear love and hate, lively and cute, and eccentric.

At that time, Wei Shihao also told her that when he was a child, he went down to the river to fish, and when he grew up, he went up to the mountain to collect medicine, but the mysterious cave still had reservations, and he would never take the initiative to speak until he figured out her intentions.

"Brother, Abba told you to go back, there is something urgent!" When the two were talking happily, Wei Ermei held Wei Shihao's sword in her hand and walked into the small garden and said.

"What's the matter? So urgent. Wei Shihao asked.

"The grain and oil boss who just opened the day before yesterday has a batch of goods to be escorted to Xincheng. Abba said that it was all some rice and soybeans, and he didn't call anyone else, and you had a holiday, so I asked you to dart with him, and now that it has been loaded, it will set off immediately. Wei Ermei said.

"Okay, I'll be right here." Wei Shihao stood up and said to Mo Qinglian again: "Then I'll go." Now set off to Xincheng, it is estimated that I will return at noon tomorrow, if you haven't left by then, I will see you off. ”

"Hmmm! Stay safe on the road. Mo Qinglian smiled and nodded.

Remembering the sour song he sang when he said goodbye to Morman, she became jealous. She must wait for him to come back before leaving, and then she will also ask him to sing a few ambiguous love songs to listen!

Looking at the burly background of his departure, she smiled knowingly, and secretly said in her heart: "I'll wait for you to come back!" ”

After Wei Shihao came out of the workshop, Wei Darttou just loaded the last bag of soybeans into the carriage. After the father and son received part of the deposit, they got into a carriage and rushed to the direction of Xincheng.

Looking at the carriage in the distance, the shopkeeper's face sank, and he didn't even do business, so he ordered his two subordinates to close.

In fact, Wei Bangtou didn't want to take on any more business, but the owner of the grain and oil store personally came to the door and raised the price, that is, one tael of silver, and begged him to do a single business at the end, and he felt that the business was cost-effective, so he took it.

Thinking that he could earn a tael of silver by betting on an ordinary dart, Wei Dart was so happy in his heart that he talked and laughed with his son along the way, and sang a mountain song:

The wheels are rolling and the darts are busy,

Father and son work together to break into all directions.

Heaven is not afraid of thunder and lightning,

There is no fear of the king of Yama in the earth.

Wei Darttou is worthy of being a singer of the older generation, with a sense of vicissitudes of life, and there is no lack of domineering and penetrating.

It was the first time Wei Shihao heard Abba singing, and while he was excited, he asked, "Abba, it's the first time I've heard you sing!" Why didn't you sing before, but today you opened up? ”

"Before, Abba didn't allow you to sing, so he set an example and didn't sing. Now that Abba has allowed you to sing, you still won't allow Abba to open his voice? Abba hasn't sung for more than ten years! No, it's old. Wei Dart said with a smile and waved his hand.

"Abba sings very domineeringly, and his singing voice is still strong!" Wei Shihao raised his thumb and asked again: "It can be seen that Abba is also a person who loves songs, why is it forbidden for children to sing for more than ten years?" I can't figure this question through! ”

Wei Daotou was stunned for a while, and immediately said solemnly: "When it was time to tell you, Abba told you, so there are so many problems?" ...... driving"

Deliberately avoiding his son's question, he whipped up his horse and quickened the horse.

From being banned from singing mountain songs since he was a child to lifting the ban, Wei Shihao has always wondered, why did Abba do this? Is there some secret in this? He was puzzled and sat in the carriage sullenly, but he did not dare to ask any further questions, so as not to make Abba angry.