"Besides, you've been away from home for the past few days, and I'm worried that I won't be able to sleep." My mother took my hand and talked as she walked, and I could feel deep concern in my mother's words.

Thinking of this, I feel sorry for my mother, my mother raised me, but I am in my twenties and can not let my mother rest assured.

After my mother finished speaking, she immediately changed to a smiling face and said: "I'm also too old to sleep, instead of lying around and thinking, it's better to come out and find something to do, you see I'm stewing chicken soup for you?" ”

I turned my head to look at the kitchen and found that the firewood in the stove was still on fire, and the rich fragrance coming from the pot made me feel a little hungry, and I actually gurgled and scratched my head in embarrassment.

My mother immediately smiled and said: "I know that you will be hungry when you come back, this chicken soup is for you to eat in the morning, although it is a little early to eat breakfast now, but you haven't slept all night, and you can lie down when you eat chicken soup." ”

After listening to my mother's words, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, no matter how many ups and downs I experienced outside, returning home with the care of my parents will always make people feel very down-to-earth.

My mother let me go into the house, and then I took a big bowl to serve the chicken soup, I walked into the dark room, and saw my father sleeping on the kang, and I just walked in and my father woke up.

"Why did you come back so late? Did the people find it? ”

"Nope." I shook my head, just now after I found out that the birch tree would not attack me, I searched the entire Birch Forest, but unfortunately I still didn't find Baili Xueji, not even a clue, the end of the Suo Birch Forest is a cliff, although you are not tall, but the front is waist-high weeds, and those weeds have not been pushed down and trampled on, so it can be seen that no one has walked through it in the past two days, that is to say, Baili Xueji did not go there.

I was very puzzled in my heart, in Liu Baiwen's bronze box, I found frost leaves with the breath of Baili Xueji, it was probably a clue left by Baili Xueji, but it was a pity that Liu Baiwen put it away, but even this can prove that Baili Xueji went to Suohua Forest, but why didn't I find any other clues?

"Don't worry, maybe in two days the girl will come back by herself when she is tired of playing." Dad made it and lit a dry tobacco, and smoked it, the momentum of this dry tobacco was not small, and the smell of smoke was also very choking.

I couldn't help frowning and looking at my father, because I remembered that my father didn't smoke, but now he looked like an old smoker, such a powerful dry tobacco, ordinary people can't smoke it at all, I unconsciously remembered the truth that Qin Yuxian said.

"Dad, do you know who that madman is?" I finally couldn't help my curiosity and asked my dad.

Dad glanced at me, those eyes were particularly deep in the dark, my eyesight was very good, and I could see a strange brilliance flashing in those eyes, "Why are you asking this, a madman is a madman, don't care so much, be careful of being trampled on the back ghost and attack you." ”

"Qin Ling, stop when you come back, you also know that the night owls have entered our house, we can't make a mess." After Dad finished speaking, he didn't forget to instruct, it seems that the owl entered the house that night or made Dad have scruples in his heart.

I nodded, thought about it and decided to change the way of inquiry, "Dad, I remember that I should have a second uncle, where is he now?" I didn't seem to see him when I woke up last time. ”

"Your second uncle?" Dad sat up straight suddenly, looking at me aggressively, with shock and surprise in his eyes, but then relaxed, if it weren't for my extraordinary eyesight, I might not have seen the flickering of his eyes at this time, "You do have a second uncle, but he is dead." ”

"Dead?" I repeated with some surprise, Qin Yuxian has become a madman, but his appearance has not changed, it is impossible for my father not to recognize him, but my father actually said that Qin Yuxian is dead, and he is still a madman in his mouth, which is not the attitude that a brother should have at all.

"Well, it's dead, it's been a long time coming." Dad took a puff of his cigarette and said affirmatively, then waved his hand and said, "Don't ask about these sad things in the future, I don't want to mention it." ”

I originally wanted to continue to ask how the second uncle died, but my father blocked my mouth with a word, but the doubts in my heart became heavier, the second uncle said that the people of the Qin family are dead, and only me is left, but my parents, and many people in the Qin family are alive and well.

Dad now says that Qin Yuxian is dead, but I was with Qin Yuxian and Liu Baiyi just now, although your current consciousness of Qin Yuxian being suppressed, when you can do it, Qin Yuxian is really alive, and Liu Kairong and Liu Baiyi have proved this.

I looked at my dad who was smoking, and I felt a little confused, and I couldn't tell where it was true and what was false, who said it was true and who said it was false.

"Lingzi, the chicken soup is here, hurry up and eat it while it's hot." At this time, my mother walked in with hot chicken soup, put it on the table, quickly rubbed her hands, and sat on the kang with a smile.

I nodded and sat on the stool, the chicken soup in this big bowl was particularly fragrant, and there was a chicken bone of a boy chicken lying in it, and all the meat on it was stewed and melted into the soup, which was definitely not able to stew out for a while, remembering the steaming lid when I left last night, I couldn't help but think in my heart, could this soup be the pot of meat stewed at that time?

If that were the case, wouldn't this soup have been simmered all night?

Shiyazi Village is a small mountain village, there are no lights at night in the poor, and there is no gas and natural gas things, and the stewed chicken soup needs to be boiled slowly over a warm fire, and it is necessary to take care of it at all times to prevent the meat foam from sticking to the bottom of the pot and sticking a string of smoke, and to prevent the water from being boiled dry, so that there is no time to sleep.

Could it be that my mother couldn't sleep at all just now, but stewed chicken soup for me all night, and when she opened the door and saw me just now, she simply went to the firewood outside to pick up firewood.

Looking at the chicken soup in front of me, my heart was inexplicably touched, the most difficult to repay my parents, I haven't come back for so many years, this time I came back my mother treated me like this, as if she wanted to use all the love for me before, this is afraid that I will leave, there is no chance to treat me well.

"Child, what do you want, eat quickly, if you don't eat again, it will be cold." My mother was urging me on the side, looking at my mother's wrinkled face and gray hair, my eyes were a little sparkling in the dark, "Mom, I want to eat with you." ”

"What nonsense is this kid talking about, this is for you to eat, mom is not hungry, you can eat quickly." My mother looked at me lovingly, with happiness and satisfaction in her voice, as if I had said this sentence as if she had gotten the best thing she had ever gotten.

But in my heart, it is full of guilt and sourness, my mother is not hungry, I don't know how many mothers have said this, but are they really not hungry? I haven't slept all night to make soup for me, aren't you really hungry?

No, she's reluctant, she wants to give me the best stuff to eat.

This boy chicken is less than a pound of chickens, I know that this is raised at home after laying eggs, in the village eggs are the most nourishing thing, every chicken that can lay eggs is the treasure of each family, this boy chicken can lay eggs for another month or two, but because I came back, so I killed it when I should not be killed.

Because, this boy chicken is the best thing in the house, and my mother wants to give me the best thing to eat.

I ate the chicken soup with mixed emotions, because I knew that my mother would not eat the chicken soup no matter how much she said, because she was not willing to give it to my child.

The chicken soup is very fragrant, fragrant like it is going to melt my tongue, but I don't have that pleasant feeling in my heart, eating chicken soup but I feel the responsibility in my heart, I want to honor my mother, let her live the best life, I want her to enjoy the joy of family.

I drank all the chicken soup in one gulp, and suddenly I felt something slash my throat.