Lan Shuying asked rhetorically: "You raised this flower?" ”

The wild things nourished by nature forcibly recognized their owners without a scoop of nectar from him, and it made people feel unpleasant to listen to.

The man stopped on the short stretch of the road between her and the orchid, and it turned out to be a middle-aged uncle in a torn leather jacket, with a big cotton hat on his head, rough skin, and his appearance was not good, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.

When he laughed, a deep dimple sank into the left side of his face, showing a bit of cynicism.

The appearance is not annoying.

"No, no," he waved his hand and said, "This is Yelan, not raised by me, but she is related to me, I take her as my own daughter, come and see her several times a day, see that she is well, I can eat and sleep with peace of mind, if you take it away...... You might as well take me with you!" ”

That's kind of funny.

Lan Shuying's unhappiness dissipated a little, and he joked: "I can feed flowers, but I can't afford people." Uncle, how long have you lived in this mountain? I live in the village in the front mountain, and I've never seen you. ”

The middle-aged man looked her up and down, pointed in the direction he came from, and said, "When I first arrived here, you probably hadn't given birth yet." You see, I have a nest over there, but I've let others live in it all these years. Recently, I calculated that she could find her family and make room for me when the time came, and I would stay here for a while longer to spend time with my good daughter. ”

Lan Shuying saw a wooden house along the place he pointed, distinguishing his expression, there was no lie, if you want to say that this person is crazy, he doesn't look like a real madman.

She asked curiously, "Uncle can also tell fortunes?" ”

"Haha, it depends on what kind of life it is, the cheap ones are counted, the expensive ones can't be counted, the real ones can be counted, the fake ones can't be counted......" The middle-aged man pulled his fingers and counted a few words, pinched his waist and laughed, suddenly lowered his voice, and looked back at his baby Yelan, as if he was afraid of scaring the flowers.

Then he straightened his face and asked, "Little girl, what are you doing in the mountains?" ”

"I'm short of money, and I want to pick up some medicine and sell it."

Lan Shuying finished speaking calmly, and made a sudden realization: "Oh! I know, no wonder I can't see good things along the way, it turns out that you got it by uncle. ”

She really guessed right.

The middle-aged man scratched his head and asked tentatively: "I'll give you medicine, don't touch this flower, how about it?" ”

After some haggling, Lan Shuying followed the unknown middle-aged man down the mountain road to get the medicinal herbs he had promised her.

It's not that she lacks defense, but, judging from the results of the ghost pupil scan, the middle-aged person's brain domain development is higher than that of ordinary people, and her other physical qualities are just mediocre, she is sure to subdue him, so she will naturally not be afraid.

It's a wave of empty glove white wolves.

Lan Shuying didn't want to move the orchid in the first place, she just wanted to watch it closely.

Because orchids are different from ordinary medicinal herbs, wild orchids are protected species under the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora, and it will be troublesome to be reported.

Besides, wild orchids are indeed valuable, but she will not find a suitable buyer for a while, even if she secretly digs it up and takes it away, if it is smashed in her own hands in the end, it is equivalent to worthless.

Unexpectedly, a simple guy who claims to be able to pinch and calculate will be blown up.

may be because she has lived in the wild for a long time and rarely interacts with people, and the middle-aged person is easily deceived by the imperative she shows.

She just swore not to touch the orchid, and then got two baskets of medicinal herbs for nothing.

Before leaving, the middle-aged man fiddled with a few copper coins on the wooden table, and suddenly stopped her: "Eh, little girl, you stop!" ”

"What's wrong?"

Lan Shuying almost thought he had reacted.

The middle-aged man looked at her face, calculated for a while, and shook his head, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible.

Her heart suddenly moved.

Could it be that this person can calculate Du Xianjun's life?

But the middle-aged man didn't mention her in the end.

He summoned a woman from the back room and gave her into her hands: "Take her out and give her to her family, and bear good fruit." ”

The woman was a little sloppy, with a disheveled hair and a sluggish expression. She had a pretty good face, but it was ruined by the snot that hung down from time to time.

Lan Shuying looked at her and suddenly thought of someone.

……

Han Lifei looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

Shock, ecstasy, tears welled up in his eyes.

He wiped his face and saw that the salutation was stuck in his throat and gagged.

He really didn't expect to see his aunt here, he was just a little bean when she disappeared, and when he heard that his aunt was gone, he howled all day and was beaten up by his father.

It's back.

Really back.

He would bring his aunt home and make his grandfather happy.

As for my aunt's illness, they will find the best brain doctor and be sure to cure her, no matter how much it costs.

……

Meng Qingguang received a phone call.

At that time, he was brushing up on the Olympiad math problem, and if he hadn't recognized the familiar string of numbers, he would have turned off his phone directly.

When he hung up the phone, his whole body was soft, as if the bones of his whole body had been removed.

The tip of the pen draws an electrocardiogram-like line on the problem-solving step, which is still very uneven. In normal times, he would never allow such a thing, but now he can't care about it, and he only has the sentence just now in his mind:

"Meng Qingguang, your mother has been found, you wait at home, don't go anywhere."

He put down the pen and pressed half a pot of cold white to open his stomach, so that he could find a trace of soul.

Yes, the call was from Du Xianjun.

I still use the landline installed at Grandma Du's house.

She said, people, found.

……

Han Lin was rescued by a middle-aged man.

She had long forgotten her family, just because the Meng family treated her really well, and she regarded the two men of the Meng family as a family. Meng Qingguang's father died that year, and a child in the village was ignorant and teased her that people were taken away by wolves in the mountains.

She believed this, ran into the mountains, lost her way, and crashed into the middle-aged man's small wooden house.

The middle-aged man wandered around and placed her there, visiting her every few months and bringing her some daily necessities.

Perhaps, Han Lin thought that she would be able to see her husband come back by waiting here.

More than ten years have passed, she miraculously did not run around, she can cook, grow vegetables, and occasionally help middle-aged people cook medicinal herbs when she is in good condition.

Lan Shuying asked the middle-aged person, why didn't she ask where her home was?

It's just a mountain away, and if you walk for a few hours, everyone in that village knows that there is such a lost woman.

The middle-aged man spread his hands and said innocently: The time has not yet come.

……

Han Lin was taken back to the village by Lan Shuying.

This incident made Grandma Du forget to ask her granddaughter why she didn't go back to school. The grandfather and grandson helped boil water for Han Lin to bathe and change clothes.

What is surprising is that Han Lin still recognizes Grandma Du, and grins and stretches out her hand to ask her for candy.

Lan Shuying looked at Han Lin with this appearance, and suddenly felt a little apprehensive at the sadness in Han Lifei's eyes, she was not sure if Meng Qingguang could accept such a mother.

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