Qian Peiying ignored Song Lingling when she heard her call, she was too tired, she set up a tent to work during the day, and slept on a ramp at night for half a night.

How had she ever suffered such a sin?

Qian Peiying turned over, she had already slept sticky this night, and muttered in her heart in a daze: What kind of child is this, if you have something, you will find your mother, you are thirsty, sleepy and hungry, and your mother is your mother every day. I even pushed her in a dream, why didn't I push her father.

The curtain of the door was pulled open with a bang.

Outside, even the rain and wind poured in.

Mrs. Ma shouted angrily: "I've been shouting for a long time, why hasn't anyone squeaked!" ”

After shouting, the voice disappeared.

She slipped down again.

Mrs. Ma was very embarrassed at this time, it was already difficult to climb a tree with an old arm and legs, and it was too difficult and too difficult for the old lady to climb a tree on a rainy day.

Qian Peiying turned to look at the empty door curtain, and the rain blew her face before she woke up.

Mom, someone is here, and my daughter heard me right.

Song Fusheng was also cold on the back of his neck blown by the cold wind, and shrunk into the quilt before squinting his eyes back, and said with a sleepy face: "Who, who is talking?" ”

Song Fuling pointed to the door: "My milk came, and it was gone again after a flicker, and it was designated as falling." I just said, I vaguely heard someone shouting for us to eat meat. ”

To be honest, Song Fusheng didn't believe this for a moment.

If my daughter only says the first half of the sentence, well, it's normal, if you come, you will come.

But the second half of the sentence, as soon as I heard it, it wasn't something that he, the ancient old man, could do, that was a person who wanted to cover his pickles with long hair, and could make him eat meat?

Qian Peiying reacted quickly and pulled the door curtain tightly to prevent the whirring wind and rain from pouring in and wetting the luggage.

Mrs. Ma, who was sitting on the ground under the tree, struggled to get up, and was looking up in her robe, and saw the curtain of the door closed again: "......" mother's legs!

Fortunately, Qian Peiying just closed the curtain and did not forget the ancient mother-in-law. After closing the curtain, he threw his clothes to Song Fusheng: "Hurry up, put on your clothes and hurry down to have a look." Your mother is really here, such a heavy rain, don't finish pouring her, I look at her face, and the water is dripping down her face. ”

Song Fusheng took the clothes and pants handed over by his daughter-in-law, and kicked Qian Mishou, who was sleeping soundly, a few times with his feet: "Get up." ”

Qian Peiying also hurriedly put on her own, and neatly pulled the bag containing clothes and pants, and took out two velvet jackets from it.

One was handed to Song Fuling, and the other was put on Qian Mishou's body.

Qian Mishou wore his sister's velvet coat like a small skirt, and his little hands secretly touched the soft fabric of modal cotton, and said in a milky voice, Auntie, I haven't worn this, it's weird. It's too long.

Qian Peiying put pants in Qian Mishou's arms: "You have to wear it if you are not happy, there is an autumn rain and a cold." ”

……

Song Fusheng shouted in the rain wearing a robe: "Mother, you go slowly, I'll cover your face with a bag, mother?" Don't fall. ”

Mrs. Ma was going to be angry, so she ignored him.

The feet were faster, snapping, a big heel, and he fell to his knees in the puddle.

"Hello, you're going to fall to death, and I'm going to fall four times in a while."

Song Fusheng ran forward to help: "I just told you to slow down, you never listened to me." ”

Song Fuling, who followed behind, wore a mask on her face, so that she would not be pulled by the rain when she walked in the wind, wore a hat on her head, and also wore a coat on her body.

There is a big bag bulging on the back, that is because Song Fuling is carrying a backpack in the robe, and the bag contains important materials, the kind that must not be let go. No one could believe it, and the three of her took turns to carry it, not daring to put it in the tent, and carry it wherever she went.

Qian Peiying held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and Qian Mishou in the other.

Qian Mishou also wore a mask on his head, and held a glutinous rice brick wrapped in a black plastic bag in his arms. The brick was his life, and he never left him.

Finding that his aunt was struggling to hold him and hold the oil-paper umbrella again, Qian Mishou sandwiched the glutinous rice brick between him and Qian Peiying, stretched out his little hand to help his aunt hold the umbrella, and in the blink of an eye, his little hands and clothes sleeves were wet with the rain.

A few people stumbled back to the cave in the rain, and they were warmly welcomed when they appeared.