Although Song Xiaoqiao found a big tree to shelter from the rain, his body was still drenched by the pouring rain, and the soaked clothes were also very uncomfortable and clinging to the position of his heart, which made Song Xiaoqiao feel very embarrassed.

A breeze blew, and Song Xiaoqiao couldn't help but tug at the rain-soaked shirt with his hand, and then squatted on the ground, curling his body as much as possible.

It's autumn now, and it's been a lukewarm time, but just now she took off her robe and wrapped wild vegetables and small mushrooms, and now she has a yellowed white undershirt left on her body, plus this merciless rain, to be honest, she really can't stand it.

However, what made her happy was that there was no one else here, otherwise if people saw it, especially the Wang family, they didn't know how they would count her down when they saw her now.

Time passed like this, minute by minute, and the pouring rain had no intention of stopping, and Song Xiaoqiao waited for most of the hour, which made her very annoyed in her heart.

No, look at the posture of this rain, it won't stop for a while, if she waits like this, it is estimated that even if it gets dark, she may not be able to get what she wants, and her mother and brother will be very worried about her at home.

Thinking of this, Song Xiaoqiao didn't hesitate, and without saying a word, he was ready to take a step on his feet, leave the mountains and forests and go home in the rain.

But just as she stood up, she heard a familiar voice from there.

"Little Joe."

This person is none other than her cheap mother, Zhang Mei Zhang.

"Mother, why are you here?"

At this time, Song Xiaoqiao was a little surprised, although this place is often frequented, but now it is raining, and when she went out, she didn't tell her mother that she came to the back mountain to look for wild vegetables, how did her mother know that she was here.

"It's raining, let's go back first."

After Zhang finished speaking, he put his arm around Song Xiaoqiao's shoulder, and without giving Song Xiaoqiao any chance to speak, he took Song Xiaoqiao to take a step on his feet.

Although this oil-paper umbrella is full of troubles and loopholes, and the rain can still drip on his shoulders, Song Xiaoqiao's heart is warm at this moment.

For so many years, she has not felt mother's love, but today's experience makes her heart can't help but ripple.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, and the mountain road after the rain is even more difficult, Song Xiaoqiao almost fell down several times, and a dog gnawed on the mud, but fortunately, her mother was quick to walk, and every time she was about to fall, she would pull her with her hand.

In this way, half an hour later, the mother and daughter returned to the dilapidated thatched house in the rain, and the younger brother Song Haoran may have been worried, so he sat on the wooden board with a tense face until he saw that his mother and sister were safe and sound, and then the corners of his tense straight mouth were eased.

"Haoran, your illness has just improved, you should lie down, if you suffer from the cold, it's terrible."

As soon as Song Xiaoqiao entered the room, he saw Song Haoran wearing a thin coat sitting on the wooden board, so he hurriedly put down the package in his hand and found a thick old cloth to cover Song Haoran's shoulder.

Song Haoran's illness was already serious, and if he caught a cold in the wind and cold, it would be terrible.

"Sister, don't worry, Haoran is much better now, but my sister and mother are soaking wet, let's change their clothes first."

Song Haoran had already blamed himself for being a sick man and dragging down the whole family, but now when he saw his mother and sister appear in front of him, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Sister is fine, have you taken the medicine this morning?"

She was in a hurry this morning, she forgot to tell Song Haoran, and she didn't know if Song Haoran had taken the medicine on time.

"Xiao Qiao, don't worry, my mother has already asked your brother to take the medicine, come and wipe the water on your head, and then change your clothes."

Although Xiao Qiao is very different from the past, and can even be said to be completely like two people, what makes her relieved is that Xiao Qiao is actually sensible, not only no longer looking for Li Qingyun, but also knowing that she cares about her younger brother.

Although she had a stomach full of questions and wanted to ask Xiao Qiao for clarification, but seeing that the two of them helped each other so much, she swallowed these words back into her stomach.

No matter what Xiao Qiao does, she is always her own daughter, this will not change, as long as the three of them are well in the future, everything is not important.

"By the way, mother, how do you know that I am in the back mountain today, and I am still trapped by the heavy rain?"

Song Xiaoqiao has always been curious, how did her mother know that she was trapped there by the heavy rain, could it be that her mother had been following behind her?

But it's impossible, Haoran is a critical period these days, and someone needs to take care of it, and it is impossible for my mother to ignore Haoran.

"I'm also curious about this, someone left a note, saying that you were trapped in the back mountain by heavy rain, and asked me to pick you up with an oil-paper umbrella."

Xiao Qiao was in a hurry today, she was indeed a little worried, but Xiao Qiao used to go out like this often, so she didn't take it to heart, until the heavy rain hit, which made her nervous, but she didn't know where to find Xiao Qiao.

But at this time, there was a sudden knock on the door, and when she opened the door, she did not find anyone, but found a stone on the ground at the door, and a note was left under the stone.

At that time, she didn't know if this was true or not, but she was really worried about Xiao Qiao, so she took the attitude of giving it a try, but what she never expected was that Xiao Qiao was really trapped there by the heavy rain.

Although Zhang is not a wealthy person, he has also gone to private school and knows a lot of words, so this note is easy for her.

"Notes? Mother, do you know who left it? ”

Receiving the note handed over by her mother, Song Xiaoqiao's mind was a mess, in this world, apart from her mother and younger brother, who else cared about her so much.

"This ...... Mother doesn't know. ”

Zhang's face was embarrassed, let alone who it was, she didn't even know if it was a man or a woman.

"Oh, so bizarre?" In these years, are there any chivalrous people who do good deeds without leaving a name? That's weird, isn't it?

"Forget it, mother, let's not think about these first, how about boiling these wild vegetables and eating them first."

It doesn't matter what kind of chivalrous man he is, or what kind of saint he is, the world is big, and he is the most full, and her whole body is trembling when she is hungry now, if she doesn't eat something, it is estimated that she will really starve to death in this thatched hut.

"Okay, you two little gluttonous cats, go get it now, Xiao Qiao, you are optimistic about your brother."

Today, Xiao Qiao can find so many edible wild vegetables and small mushrooms, which makes her very happy, she used to be alone, and she had to take care of her sick son, and she had to wash and sew people, so she didn't have time at all.

But now, with Xiao Qiao's help, I believe they won't have to drink the soup from the bark and roots in the future.

"Sister, you've finally grown up."

What Xiao Qiao has done in the past two days, Song Haoran has seen it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, he never thought that one day, this elm-brained sister would grow up.

"Yes, yes, my sister has grown up, Haoran, when will you grow up, pay more attention to your body."

This Song Haoran, if he could pay more attention to his body, she and her mother would be less distracted, but I don't know if Song Haoran would be able to listen to what he just said.

But she can also understand that Song Haoran has always felt that he is a drag oil bottle, thinking that he may be able to die for a hundred, but he doesn't know what his mother will do if he dies.