In this Guojia Village, where you can see the head at a glance, looking at the rows of thatched houses, under this persimmon tree, the old woman Guo took Lang Shixun's hand, and must let them live, the simple and dilapidated tables and chairs in the room have no decoration, and there is some dust on the dilapidated windows that are windy.

From the moment I stepped into the house, I felt a musty smell, and I looked at the water droplets left on the ground, which should be rainwater on a rainy day, and the damp and moldy dripping from the thatched hut into the house.

A pitch-black cauldron with a boiled sweet potato on the stove and a small pile of firewood piled up in front of the stove.

The old woman Guo fumbled, picked up the oil lamp on the table, only half of the oil lamp was left, and the old man Guo lit the oil lamp in the old woman's hand and put it on the table, and the faint light shone in this dilapidated thatched house, which looked a little dim.

The old woman groped her way to the stove, trembling her hands, took the ripe sweet potato, and put it in Lang Shixun's hand.

"Si'er, are you hungry?" The joy in the old woman's heart slowly spread in the wrinkled lines of her face, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, pulling the deep nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth.

"Old woman, you recognized the wrong person, that's not the fourth son of our family. The old man said again.

"Auntie, I'm not a fourth child. Lang Shixun said at a loss.

"You are the fourth son, you are my fourth son, my mother will not be mistaken. "When the old woman Guo saw Lang Shixun when she was standing under the persimmon tree, although she couldn't see it with her eyes, she mistakenly thought that Lang Shixun was Guo Sijiao of her own family.

"This isn't the fourth child of our family. Admit your mistake!" Uncle Guo's helpless expression didn't know how to persuade, no matter how many times he said it, Old Lady Guo still regarded Lang Shixun as Guo Sijiao.

Shi Yingjun wanted to tell Guo and the old couple that Guo Sijiao had passed away in the Blood Gathering Mountain, but he saw that Lang Shixun had been immersed in the warmth of maternal love, and couldn't help but remember that Lang Shixun had no mother since he was three years old, and Shi Yingjun just watched silently from the side.

"I know you're back, you're my Guo Sijiao, you're my Si'er, you're hungry, aren't you? The old woman stuffed the only sweet potato in her hand that she was reluctant to eat into Lang Shixun's hand.

In an instant, Lang Shixun's tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes, Lang Shixun remembered that he had lost his mother when he was three years old when he was a child, and he had never had this kind of mother's warmth, every time he missed his mother, he wanted to sleep and have a dream, even if he saw his mother in a dream, he was satisfied, but unfortunately every time he woke up, he forgot the dream.

"Mother, I'm back. Lang Shixun took the old woman's hand and shouted affectionately.

In this thatched hut where the wind was exposed on all sides, a group of good brothers and sisters gathered from all directions, huddled in this dilapidated thatched hut, and quietly listened to the old woman talk about the things that the four children had grown up in when they were young.

It was late at night, and everyone was asleep on this shabby table. After walking so many roads, dragging her tired body all the way, even Shi Ziying, the eldest lady, has become less picky about the accommodation and eating environment, as if she has become a local in an instant.

The morning light poured down from the thatched huts and shone on them, and they fell asleep around the big dilapidated table.

Quartz woke up, stretched, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

The light of the early morning, the fog that has dispersed from the mountains, the crisp sound of birds. The ripe persimmon tree in front of me. Everything was so nice and homely.

They woke up in the morning light and prepared to go up the mountain to help the old couple find firewood for a year, and some stones and wood to help the old couple renovate their thatched hut.

"Wait for me, handsome brother. Shi Ziying shouted as she climbed the mountain road.

When everyone turned around, they saw the rude and willful rich lady carrying the basket on her back, and instantly couldn't help laughing.

"Hmph, you guys...."Shi Zi Hotaru pouted, grabbing the weeds on the side of the mountain road and climbing up.

Lang Shixun cut down one pine tree after another, cutting off all the two ends of the tree, leaving the middle part.

"Look, what is this?" Russ picked a green mushroom and put it in the basket she was carrying on her back.

"Ahh

Miss Xia grabbed the bamboo leaf green snake and put it in Shi Ziying's basket. Frightened, Shi Zi Hotaru threw the basket far, far away.

"Miss Xia, ..... you" Shi Ziying looked at Miss Xia aggrievedly.

Miss Xia made a grimace and stuck out her tongue: "Like back then, what is such a snake, the snake in our Jinmyzhai Mountain is only big." ”

Angry, Shi Ziying ran to find Shi Yingjun to help pick up the basket, Shi Yingjun couldn't refuse, he knew that if he didn't help her pick up the basket, this rude and willful daughter would cry here all day.

"Girl. Quartz Jun put a freshly caught praying mantis in his hand, but he didn't expect the frightened butterfly to scream and run away.

"Handsome, don't freak out the girl. Lang Shixun, who was on the side, saw that the butterfly was frightened by Quartz Jun, so he went up to stop Quartz Jun.

Quartz Jun thought to himself, why are women so afraid of these snakes, praying mantises? So he took the praying mantis in his hand to scare Miss Xia.

Miss Xia turned around and snatched the mantis in Quartz's hand, and Quartz Jun stood in place dumbfounded.

Miss Xia took the mantis to scare Ru Qing, but Ru Qing was calm, told Miss Xia not to harm the small animal, and let the little mantis go. As he spoke, he snatched the mantis from Miss Xia's hand and put it in the green grass.

Rusi's basket was filled with a lot of mushrooms. Rus, who likes to eat rabbit meat, sees a wild hare not far away.

The men gathered around and took the fat, gray hare back.

They stacked the firewood cut from the mountain neatly, and remembered what Guo Sijiao said that his mother loved to eat the persimmons on the persimmon tree in front of the door.

Lang Shixun climbed the persimmon tree and plucked the persimmons of the entire persimmon tree.

He took a persimmon, wiped it on his clothes, and handed it to the blind old woman.

"Si'er, you still know your mother's heart best, and you know that your mother loves to eat persimmons on the persimmon tree at the door. The old woman took Lang Shixun's hand and held the persimmon handed to him by Lang Shixun, and happiness overflowed on her cheeks.

When everyone first saw the old couple, they originally wanted to tell the old couple that their son Guo Sijiao had passed away in Xueju Mountain and would never come back, but they were afraid that this blind old woman would be sad and sad, and at the same time, everyone also saw that Lang Shixun had been immersed in such a simple and warm maternal love.

The aroma of the pot had already spread, and Ru Qing and Ru Si were busy in front of the stove stewed rabbit meat with green-headed mushrooms.

"Mother, let's go inside. Lang Shixun held the old woman's hand, slowly walked into the house, pulled over a wooden stool, and waited for the old woman to sit on the stool, Lang Shixun let go of his hand.

Everyone gathered around this big shabby table, steaming rice, fragrant stewed rabbit meat with green-headed mushrooms, and a lot of wild vegetables picked in the mountains during the day.

For the first time, there was such a warm feeling, and everyone put the dishes on the table into the couple's bowls.

"Dad, mother, you eat more. Lang Shixun sandwiched two pieces of rabbit meat, removed the bones, and put them in the couple's bowl.

The uncle looked at Lang Shixun, as if he had already known that his son would never come back, and he was silently crying while eating rabbit meat, and the blind old woman was eating the rabbit meat given by Lang Shixun, with a smile on her face, thinking that it was her son's dish.

Even Shi Ziying couldn't help but tears in her eyes, and gave some wild vegetables to the two old men.