Nangong Sheng held the bowl and poured it down, and drank a bowl of ginger soup.

Seeing that He Xinyi was leaving, Nangong Sheng chased after her and asked her why, "Why are you so calm about cooking for an outsider?" ”

He Xinyi smiled back and asked a little playfully, "Is he an outsider?" ”

Nangong Sheng was shocked, froze in place, and smiled heavily, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"He's not an ordinary person," He Xinyi dropped a sentence and turned back to the house.

Leaving Nangong Sheng alone in the corridor to ponder, who is he?

But she didn't want to care who he was anymore, how could a person be resurrected after death?

Isn't there an adventure happening every day?

Nangong Sheng smiled bitterly, went straight to the attic, and saw another courtyard, Nan Rongjin was fetching water and laundry, and the two elders were choosing vegetables and washing vegetables on the side, talking and laughing, and bitter.

I don't know what hit my heart, her eye sockets were hot, and she cried again.

Recently, I have been crying frequently, and I am a little disgusted with myself.

The rain is getting lighter.

The breeze actually made a swing, Jin Xixing walked in the rain with a bamboo basket on his back, looked at the confused road in front of him, and looked back at the road behind him.

Jin Xixing sighed, looking at his current bear-like appearance, what do you want, a poor egg.

Jin Xixing didn't know why, he looked at his face into the water shadow, he was startled, and patted his heart, my God, so ugly?

When I thought of being such a scoundrel and ruffian in front of Nangong Sheng just now, I had goosebumps.

Not far away, the sound of horses' hooves came.

Jin Xixing hurriedly stood on the side of the road, waiting for the carriage to leave, and then he left.

However, when the carriage arrived, a familiar face appeared in the looming curtain.

Jin Xixing hurriedly dodged sideways, inexplicably sad and weak-hearted.

Cheng Mo felt a faint pain in his heart, the car was stuffy, and when he opened the curtain, he happened to see a beggar standing on the side of the road, and the bamboo basket and umbrella next to him were extremely familiar.

The secret heart skipped a beat, and Cheng Mo fixed his eyes on the beggar, the person in the dirty shell, was it him?

Cheng Mo was dumbfounded, this can't be true, right?

Seeing this, Zhou Siyuan also came forward and looked at it, there was a beggar standing in the rain, Zhou Siyuan was a little stunned, looked sideways at Cheng Mo, and asked: "Big brother, a beggar, what's so good-looking?" ”

"It's nothing," Cheng Mo lowered the curtain, and the car was dim again, with only a little light.

Cheng Mo leaned on the pillow slightly, closed his eyes and recuperated, his eyes were full of the back of the beggar and his innermost thoughts.

It was so esoteric that it was so esoteric that he was also slow to react, Cheng Mo squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the curtain.

The figure of the beggar has long been left behind, and there is not even a shadow to be seen.

Only the rain was still falling, crackling on the roof of the carriage.

A little irritable, Cheng Mo looked at Cheng Jue, who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly envied his unrestrainedness and not being troubled by the world.

Before arriving at the door of the house, Cheng Mo first got out of the carriage and ran to the house in the rain.

Cheng Jue got out of the car in a chaotic manner, yawned, looked at the farmhouse yard with sleepy eyes, and almost scolded, why did he bring him here, but when he looked at it, something flashed in his mind, and he honestly entered the house again.

I didn't have any strength up and down my body, so I drooped my head and went back to the back room, went to bed, and fell asleep again.

Cheng Mo drank warm water while looking at Cheng Jue, who had entered the decadence, and wanted to say something, when he saw Yan Jixiang walking over with a sewing kit and a smile.

There are many embroideries in the sewing box, Yan Jixiang took a piece of flower embroidered with lotus lotus and handed it to Cheng Mo, "Mo'er, look at it, how about making clothes for Li'er?" ”

Cheng Mo looked at the stitches on the embroidery sample and was not very skilled, the color matching was very mixed, all bright lotus lotus and beam red, a little fierce, not suitable for Cheng Li'er's soft and small stature, and it couldn't line up Cheng Li'er's beauty, but it was self-defeating.

"Mo'er, how's that?" Yan Jixiang asked, his eyes sparkling and looking at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo put down the embroidery sample in his hand, picked up the other one in the sewing box, and handed it to Yan Jixiang, "This is suitable, Li'er likes plain, and Yan doesn't like it." ”

Cheng Mo picked a lightly embroidered cherry blossom, small and delicate and elegant, which is most suitable for Cheng Lier.

Yan Jixiang suddenly realized, she gently patted the corner of her forehead, and blamed herself: "Look at me, I had to be colorful before, and my eyes haven't eased up yet." ”

Yan Jixiang sat down and began to embroider again with the embroidery stand, this time she planned to embroider the impressive pomegranate flowers and poppies.

Cheng Mo poured a glass of warm water, put it on the table next to Yan Jixiang, sat next to her, watched her embroider, stitch by stitch on the white and flawless handkerchief, wearing it around, dazzling.

Cheng Mo was surprised not by her embroidery skills, but that she was willing to put down the soft brush and Buddhist scriptures and accept the baptism of the world.

There was a knock outside the door, Yan Jixiang raised her eyes slightly, and glanced at Cheng Mo, "Mo'er, go and take a look, my mother can't let go." ”

“…… Well," Cheng Mo, who came back to his senses, strode to the bottom of the porch, took down the latch, opened the door, and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the people outside the door.

"Childe, I haven't seen you for many days, I miss you very much," the person who spoke was the more burning he hadn't seen for a few days.

The woman beside Yue Zhuo smiled, and Cheng Li'er said to Cheng Mo, "Brother, I'm back!" ”

"Well, it's good to go home," Cheng Mo admired, a person who had to run away from home in life and death, is now willing to come back, which is a great thing.

Cheng Mo said to Cheng Li'er, "In the days you have gone, my mother has aged a lot, and she always feels that she owes you all her life." ”

The corners of Cheng Li'er's eyes were slightly wet, she raised her hand to gently hide her tears, and nodded heavily, she forgave her self-deceptive mother and was willing to accept her current ordinariness and helplessness.

Cheng Li'er waited for the tears to stop flowing, she looked at the more she burned, and smiled lightly, "Thank you for sending me home." ”

Yue Zhuo rubbed his head, and said a little shyly, "What's polite." ”

Cheng Lier walked under the porch and saw a woman sitting in the hall, holding a sewing box to make embroidery.

I haven't seen her for a long time, her hair is gray, her skin is slack, her eyesight is not very good, she has to look at it for a long time with a needle and thread, and the woman who is most annoyed with needle and thread at this time also spit and twist the thread, and then thread the end of the needle.

Cheng Li'er stood in front of her, relieved her mind, and shouted, "Mother! ”

Inexplicably a little nervous in her heart, Yan Jixiang felt that she was dreaming, she looked up at the girl in front of her in a panic, and the disobedient tears rolled down.

"Li'er, you're back," Yan Jixiang couldn't believe her eyes, stood up and walked around her, carefully checking that she was intact and healthy.

"You're finally back," Yan Jixiang's voice sounded low, accompanied by sobbing, she stiffened her neck, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and laughed a few more times, "It's good to come back." ”

"Hungry or not, tired or not, sleepy or not, thirsty or not, I ......" Yan Jixiang was in a hurry and didn't know what to do, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well, I'm hungry and want to eat the white fungus soup made by my mother, and the osmanthus cake made by my mother." Cheng Lier saw her like this, and the grievances in her heart were scattered.

A woman in a high position of power, who will go to hell with a bang, is still so optimistic about life.

Those grievances and grievances, sad past, it's time to let go.

Yan Jixiang put away the sewing kit and said to Cheng Li'er with a smile, "Li'er, you go to rest first, wait for it, your mother will call you." ”

"Well," Cheng Li'er responded, looking at the embroidery in the sewing box, covering her mouth and crying again, the muffled sound of whimpering rolling in her throat a few times.

Yan Jixiang went to the kitchen overjoyed, but she didn't see Cheng Li'er crying bitterly, if she saw it, she would cry again.