Tossing and turning, stopping and stopping, finally arrived at the He family's compound in the twilight, when the old night was about to fall.

The He family compound is still infinitely brilliant in scenery, and it is also a well-known family in this city.

He Yuwen knocked on the door softly, and it was Uncle Wang who came to open the door, and as soon as he opened the door, he was surprised and delighted: "The eldest young master is back, the old lady, the eldest young master is back!" ”

Looking at Uncle Wang, who hurriedly went to report, He Yuwen was so accustomed to it that he didn't have too many expressions.

Mo Xiaoxiao pulled Mo Yao, who had the same expression as when he first came to He's house before, and followed closely behind He Yuwen.

The inner courtyard of the He family is still luxurious, gorgeous and elegant, but most of the trees in the courtyard have died, and even the vat of daily lotus cultivation has been covered with thick white ice, and only a few dwarf sand trees are still unyieldingly upright.

"You take him to the backyard and wait for me, and I'll go back."

After he finished speaking lightly, he strode towards the main hall again, and Mo Xiaoxiao took Mo Yao to the backyard.

"Dad, mother, I'm back!"

He Hongfu and Lu Wenyan had already come out to greet him.

He Hongfu waited on the side with a soft face, and Mrs. He next to him looked left and right, and the tenderness and love on her face were piled up.

"Son, you are looking forward to your mother!"

As soon as Lu Wenyan saw He Yuwen stepping into the door, she hurriedly greeted him, holding his arms, with a kind of kindness and love that belonged to a mother's love in her eyes, she looked her son up and down, looked at his face and bones, and felt a little pity.

"This kid, how cold it is now, I don't know how to wear more, why is this body so thin, let you eat more and don't listen, you are going to become a stickman."

Mother is always like this, complaining that you don't dress warmly, complaining that you don't eat well, no matter how old you are, no matter how old you are, you are a child, you are not confused that you are a child, even if you are old, your parents are children as long as you are healthy, and you are not really an adult until your parents die.

He Yuwen smiled softly in agreement: "Mother is too careful, doesn't my son miss you too, don't you see that I am not good." ”

"This kid ......"

The doting and gentleness on Lu Wenyan's face never stopped from the moment he stepped into the door, as if no matter how cold the day was, it became warmer.

The wind and dust, the mountains and rivers, the thought of having a home, and the parents are alive even in the cold winter of the ice and snow, it is like a warm spring.

He Hongfu was also calm and peaceful: "Yu Wen, you go in first and sit down and talk slowly, see that you and your mother are like they haven't seen each other in a few lifetimes, hypocritical!" ”

Although He Hongfu's words were stiff, he said them with a smile, and there was a bit of spoiling.

Lu Wenyan took He Yuwen's hand and smiled, and went into the room step by step, talking and laughing freely.

There is a fire in the house, the heating is boiling, the house also lights a few warm lights, New Year's pictures and blessing papers are posted everywhere, the courtyard and the courtyard are lit up with lights, and the red lanterns decorate the deep and heavy mansion with extraordinarily lively and warm.

The tassels under the lanterns swayed with the wind over and over again, yes, it was another year......

He Yuyan sat down dignifiedly, took a sip of tea, was silent for a while, and waited for his mother's concerned voice to fade before he spoke to He Hongfu unhurriedly.

"Father, mother, I brought that girl and her brother back, I didn't inquire about her mother's news, her background is pitiful, and I can't bear to let a weak girl abandon the wilderness and live on the streets, so I came back together."

His tone was soft, and his expression was calm, as if he were saying something natural.

He Hongfu and Mrs. He looked at each other, glanced at each other, Mrs. He wanted to speak and stopped, did not say anything, He Hongfu did not get angry like last time, just touched his beard, was silent for a moment, and drank the tea in his hand.

Seeing that He Hong didn't say anything, Mrs. He opened her mouth: "Isn't she alone, how can she come with multiple younger brothers?" ”

"A beggar is also a street child, and she met it, so she couldn't bear it and brought it back."

Mrs. He continued: "Do you really trust her as a person? ”

He Yuwen nodded: "I believe that my eyes and consciousness are just an ordinary poor person." ”

Mrs. He lowered her head and rubbed the handkerchief in her hand and nodded slightly: "Master, listening to Yu Wen say this, I also think that girl is a smart girl who was just born at the wrong time, and she is so unfortunate to have such a family, and her heart is also kind, she is helpless, and she also takes in others, it can be seen that this girl is simple-minded, it is better to take it away, it is also a virtue for our He family to pass it on, anyway, it is not bad for her bowl of rice, it is going to be the New Year." ”

He Hongfu glanced up at her, pondered for a moment, and then said to He Yuwen without squinting: "Okay, even if she has different intentions, she can't make any waves just by relying on her yellow-haired girl, it's up to you, but the heart of guarding against people is indispensable!" ”

"Hmm!"

The backyard of the He family......

"Sister, it turns out that Mr. He's house is so big, such a beautiful home, I have never lived in such a good home!"

Listening to Mo Yao's amazed praise and exclamation, Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a little melancholy.

No, she hadn't lived in such a good home, these were all things he was born with, but they were things she couldn't reach no matter how hard she tried.

Mo Yao is still young, he uses "home" instead of a house, because it is warm here, he calls it "home", his definition of home is so simple, and what is her definition of "home"?

It's probably a world of its own, it doesn't need to be big or gorgeous, as long as there is love and care. At best, this place is just a fence, where can it be said to be home!

The mountains are far away, the water is misty, so where is the destination?

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and He Yuwen, who was wearing a long black coat, was still so handsome, his body looked long, and the gold-rimmed glasses were so good-looking on the bridge of his nose.

"Why don't you make a fire!"

He came in with a stove, put it aside, and made it bigger with a fold, and the cold room became warm at once.

Mo Yao looked at He Yuwen sweetly and said, "Thank you, Mr. He!" ”

As he spoke, he put his thin, frozen and red hands by the fire.

He Yu asked lightly, "Have you eaten?" ”

"I've eaten, Uncle Wang just called out, and I went to the kitchen to eat."

"What can I say to Uncle Wang?"

"Well, good!"

He was still expressionless, and there was no emotion in his words, but listening to these words made Mo Xiaoxiao extremely moved and relieved.

After that, he opened the door and was about to go out, when the cold wind outside came in from outside the door, blowing Mo Xiaoxiao awake.

She hurriedly chased after her, leaned against the door, and said to He Yuwen: "Mr. He..."

He stood on his feet, tilting his head slightly.

"How?"

Mo Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to say it, and the words of thanks to her had been stuffed in her heart for a long time.

"Thank you!"

After hearing this, he was only slightly stunned, then turned his head and walked away without looking back, his tall and straight body dazzling in the wind.

Mo Xiaoxiao smiled lightly and watched his back as he returned, until his figure slowly disappeared around the corner at the end of the corridor. At this time, in the square yard like a well, from the square sky, the snow outside flew leisurely, soft as a cloud.

"It's snowing, it's snowing, Mo Yao is coming out, it's snowing."

She was ecstatic and ran down from the doorway, and patches of snow-white, pure, and soft edelweiss flowers swirled gently from above her, and she reached out and quietly took them in her hand.

The soft snowflakes fell into her hands, and the petals were quietly and slowly blooming in her narrow and wide hands......

Mo Yao also responded, he fluttered with joy and jumped, his laughing voice and naughty appearance provoked Mo Xiaoxiao's gentle reprimand, they were happy at this moment.

"What's the noise, it's dead, what's so strange about snow!"

In the corridor on the side of the courtyard, a woman's scolding voice was heard, and Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Yao both looked at it equally.

I saw a woman in coarse cloth clothes estimated to be in her twenties, walking towards the kitchen with a firewood net, obviously a long-term worker of the He family, a girl cooking.

Mo Xiaoxiao has seen it once, it is the girl in the kitchen of the He family, named Rongrong, who is clever and tricky, stingy and easy to be jealous and take advantage of small advantages.

"I'm sorry, Sister Rong'er, let's just whisper."

Rong Rong glanced at the two of them, then walked over, and said to himself in a chattering voice: "Some people have a good life, scratching their heads and hooking up with the eldest young master, thinking that they can climb the big tree of the He family, tsk tsk, tsk, tsk......, tsk

While speaking, Bai Mo Xiaoxiao glanced at her, this was deliberately said to her, Mo Xiaoxiao was silent, disdainful, and didn't want to cause trouble, after all, it was in someone else's place.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you bad woman, bad woman!"

Mo Yao was still able to understand what she meant at a young age, and he was saying those unbearable words to Mo Xiaoxiao, so Mo Yao stood up and came out loudly to refute her.

"Little bastard, what do you say, I'll kill you believe it or not!"

The woman was spicy and helpless, and in the end, it was Uncle Wang who came forward to restrain her and leave fortunately.

That night, Mo Yao slept very early, Mo Xiaoxiao had been entangled in those words in her heart for a long time, she didn't dare to climb high, and she never thought of climbing the He family, but those words sounded sad.

The words are terrifying, even if there was no particularly radical reaction at the time, it still hurts a lot when you think about it later.

The most fundamental thing about kindness is not to do something to hurt others under the guise of freedom of speech, otherwise there is no difference from garbage.

In addition to being disgusting, garbage is disgusting.

The moonlight was cold, and it was already late at night......