"What, you're going to give up?"

"I'm quitting. Xiong Meng said in a deep voice.

"Then hurry back," Wu Jun said very casually, "Actually, I have already seen that you can't bear this hardship at all." ”

Xiong Meng's face was hot.

He wanted to refute it, he wanted to clean up the grass in one go, and then prove that he could.

But he reluctantly found that he really couldn't do it.

Not only did my hands hurt, but my back hurt and I felt that all my strength was drained.

He even complained a little to himself, why was he so useless?

Obviously, when he was working, he often worked overtime to make materials.

"That's it," Wu Jun said again, "you can let your mother come along, you don't have to pull too much, within today, just pull out an acre of land, and I can still give you Qixiang fruit." ”

Xiong frowned.

Let mom pull the weeds?

Are you kidding!

My mother usually plays mahjong every day, how can she pull weeds if she is pampered?

Besides, even if he loses face and suffers a crime, it is impossible for his mother to suffer this sin with him!

If he did that, would he still be a human being?

He walked to the front yard without saying a word, and saw his mother sitting in the grass hut from afar.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Li Xiaofen looked at him covered in mud and dew, and his hands were red, so frightened that he hurriedly walked over: "I got up and found that you were gone, and I didn't bring your phone, I guess you are here." What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just went pull some grass. ”

"Pulling weeds?" Li Xiaofen's eyes opened, "It's so good, what kind of grass are you pulling?"

"Don't say anything," said Xiong Meng waving his hand, "let's go back, never again." ”

After saying that, he walked towards the gate without looking back, and swore in his heart that he would never come again.

Li Xiaofen looked at his back suspiciously, and then looked at Wu Jun behind him.

"Master, what the hell is going on?"

"Heal. ”

"This ...... Can weeding cure?"

Wu Jun shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't say. But if he just leaves, there will definitely be no rule of law. ”

Li Xiaofen was stunned for a moment when she heard this, what the master meant was that if Xiong Meng didn't leave, there was still hope for healing!

"Then I'll let him come back!"

"No," Wu Jun said, "you can't call him back, he has to come back himself." ”

"Now he's gone, I'...... What should I do?"

Wu Jun smiled: "If you're okay, go pull some grass too." ”

Li Xiaofen: ......

......

Xiong Meng walked along the cement road to the commercial area, but found that his mother did not follow, and couldn't help but walk back.

He knew that his mother believed in the fortune teller very much, and he was worried that she would be confused by the words again.

As a result, he returned to Wu Jun's yard, but he didn't see anyone.

He frowned, and a bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

That fortune teller, shouldn't he fool his mother to help him pull weeds?

He quickened his pace to the backyard and found that his mother was really pulling weeds in the field, and looking at her struggling appearance, a wave of anger suddenly surged in his heart.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"It's okay, Mom will try. ”

"What to try?" said Xiong Meng as he pulled her hand away and shouted loudly, "The fortune teller is a fool." Don't pull it out, let's go back, I don't want that fruit!"

Li Xiaofen sighed and said softly: "It's okay, as long as you like it, Mom will find a way to get it for you." ”

Xiong Meng listened to it for a while with inexplicable sadness.

From his mother's eyes, he saw the familiar love, and a hint of helplessness.

He suddenly remembered that every time he had to ask for something, his mother looked like this in his eyes.

"Mom, I really don't want it, let's go back. ”

Li Xiaofen shook her head and said, "I don't know you yet? If you don't have this thing, you won't even be able to eat and sleep." Looking at you like that, my mother is distressed, isn't it?"

"I ......"

"It's okay, isn't it just pulling some grass," Li Xiaofen patted his hand, "When my mother was young, she also pulled it several times at school." You find a place to sit, and I'll be done in no time. ”

As she spoke, Li Xiaofen bent down again, clutching a weed with both hands, and exerting all her strength.

It's just that the roots of the grass are too deep, and she tried several times to pull the soil loose, and finally pulled it hard, and the grass rose up one after another, and people sat on the ground.

"Hey, the shoes are wrong," Li Xiaofen stood up and smiled, took off her high heels and threw them aside, "so that you won't fall." ”

Seeing his mother wearing thin socks, stepping on the cold and damp soil, and her palms were red, Xiong Meng's heart felt like she had been cut by a knife, and her vision blurred in an instant.

My mother would suffer such a sin, entirely because of his willfulness, because he wanted that strange fragrant fruit.

Looking back now, when he used to buy something, why wasn't it the same?

It's just that in the past, you just had to take the money.

For things like money, he knows that his father has a small business, and the family still has some money. Otherwise, it is impossible for my mother not to go to work, and she knows how to play mahjong every day.

So asking for money from his family, he thinks it's a trivial matter, and it's easy for his parents, and it's not a difficult thing.

But this time, the fortune teller didn't want money, but needed to work so hard.

In fact, now that I think about it, the family's money is not earned back by my father's hard work?

It's just that his parents never complained in front of him, and he never thought about understanding his father's hard work of making money, and only thought about himself.

Watching his mother pull the grass with difficulty, he realized that his mother's love for him was not as simple and superficial as she thought to give some money.

So he bent down silently, grabbed a weed, and uprooted it.

He is already thirty years old, and he can no longer be so willful, and he can no longer be ignorant.

Seeing Xiong Meng clenching his teeth, blushing face, and pulling weeds without saying a word, Li Xiaofen couldn't help but admire in his heart: The master's trick is really good, I hope Xiong Meng can really understand something, even if he can't completely cure his illness, it will be of great benefit to him in the future.

It's just that there is a lot of grass in this field!

But for the sake of her son, she felt that no matter how hard and tired she was, she had to persevere.

......

Li Xiaofen's mother and son have been pulling weeds in the field until dark.

Xiong Meng's two palms had begun to bleed, touching the weeds, as if touching a red-hot iron rod, hot pain, heart-piercing pain.

His shoes and pants were also soaked with dew, and his clothes were sweaty and had not dried.

This is the most, hardest, and most tiring work he has ever done in his life, he doesn't know how he persevered, he only thinks that he can pull out more, and his mother can pull less.

Finally, when it was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, he finally reached his limit.

But there is still a lot of space to be set by the fortune teller.

Seeing that his mother was covered in mud and couldn't even walk steadily, he finally decided to give up.

It's dark now, and it's definitely not over today.

And at this moment, he felt that it didn't matter if he wanted any strange fragrant fruit.

This made him feel a little relieved, as if the obsession in his heart had slowly disappeared with overwork and pain.

"Mom, let's go back. ”

"But...... Not yet...... After unplugging ......"

"No," Xiong Meng whispered, "I don't want it, let's go back." ”

"You really don't want it?"

Xiong shook his head fiercely: "I really don't want it." ”

Li Xiaofen looked at him a little worriedly, but was quickly relieved.

Since he took the initiative to say no, then don't.

Although she didn't know what would happen in the future, she felt that after this time, Xiong Meng would undergo some changes.

So the two walked through the quiet courtyard and left Wangzi Mountain.

Xiong Meng went home to change his clothes, ate something indiscriminately, and went back to his room.

After making sure that my mother fell asleep due to excessive fatigue, she quietly went out again.

When he came to the door of Wu Jun's house, he found that the door was not closed, as if it had been deliberately reserved for him.

This made him a little strange, but at this moment, he couldn't care so much, strode to the backyard, wrapped gauze around his hands, put on gloves, endured the sharp pain in his palms, and pulled weeds one by one in the dark night.

The night wind was cool, blowing through his sweaty face, making him feel more awake than ever.

He had to pull out the grass and get the odd fruit.

All along, it was his parents who bought things for him.

He has worked for so many years, and all the money he earns has been spent on himself.

This time, he wanted to do something for them as well.

And he can't let his mother's hard work all day go to waste.

I don't know how long it took, but when he pulled out the last grass, he finally saw a rope.

This is the boundary that the fortune teller has set for him.

Finally...... It's done!

He felt like he had walked around the earth, and the strength of every cell had been squeezed clean.

He lay on the cold ground, smelling the unique smell of grass, looking at the faint starlight in the cold night sky, and really wanted to sleep like this for three days and three nights.

"Get up," a voice came from the side, "it's cold on the ground, beware of a cold." ”

Xiong Meng sat up from the ground and found that it was the fortune teller and his two dogs.

"I'm done. Xiong Meng said weakly.

"Congratulations. ”

"Can you give me the Spice Fruit?" Xiong Meng asked, "I'm going back quickly." ”

"Of course, you deserve it. ”

Wu Jun said and took out a strange fragrant fruit.

Xiong Meng's eyes were about to fall out, and he pulled out an acre of weeds, and he only gave one?

Isn't this too stingy? Are you the reincarnation of Zhou Papi?

But Wu Jun didn't seem to mean to say anything more to him, and had already turned around and walked far away.

Xiong looked at a strange fragrant fruit in his hand in a daze, and a voice seemed to say in his heart: Eat it! It's delicious, it's delicious!

But there was only one fruit, and when he ate it, his mother couldn't eat it.

After a long time, he finally put the strange fragrant fruit in his pocket, and strode down the mountain against the falling mist.

......

When Li Xiaofen woke up, she felt that the bones in her body were about to fall apart, but the first thing she thought of was Xiong Meng.

This kid had never worked, and he must have been exhausted yesterday.

Seeing that it was already dawn, she quickly got up and went to the kitchen to make him some breakfast.

As I passed by the restaurant, I suddenly saw a strange fruit on the table.

She knew what it was, this was the Qi Xiang fruit that Xiong Meng wanted.

But didn't yesterday's weeds not be pulled out, and the master did not give it?

Don't...... He went by himself again last night?

And he didn't eat it himself.

Li Xiaofen felt comforted in her heart, this kid is really true.

In that case, let's use this fruit to make porridge, so that the whole family can eat it.

So she picked up the strange fragrant fruit, gently peeled off the skin, gently crushed the tender flesh, and put it into the pot where the porridge was cooked.

The sleeping bear suddenly smelled the strange fragrance and woke up instantly.

Has Mom already eaten the fruit?

That's fine, it was meant for her to eat.

"Xiong Meng, get up and eat," called out to my mother outside, "eat some and then go to sleep." ”

Xiong Meng got up from the bed, and when he saw the rice porridge on the table with a strange fragrance, he instantly understood everything.

"Eat it while it's hot," the gray-haired father, who was already sitting at the table with a happy face, launched a fierce attack on a bowl of rice porridge, "Your mother's porridge made today is really delicious." ”

Xiong sat down with red eyes.

Yes, why didn't he find out before, the rice porridge made by his mother, even if there is no Qi Xiang Guo, is really fragrant.

"Hurry up and eat," Mom came out with another plate of his favorite kimchi, "and then go to sleep." ”

"I don't sleep anymore," Xiong Meng said, "Dad, Mom, I want to ...... Sold all my stuff. ”

The old couple looked at him in surprise, and finally nodded with a smile.

It seems that this kid is really sensible this time.