Wen Zhu was in an inexplicable mood, as if he was expecting something, Ju Xiang came once, and Ju Xiang followed Huai. At that time, Wen Zhu was leaning against the door frame, stunned by the white snow outside. The figures of Juxiang and Huai walked into Wenzhu's field of vision little by little, she thought that the mother and son were passing by, she didn't move, just leaned against the door.

Juxiang and Huai walked in. Ju Xiang glanced at Wen Zhu, Wen Zhu also stared at Ju Xiang, Ju Xiang finally stood in front of Wen Zhu and said: You are the woman won by Feng Shan?

Wen Zhu didn't answer, just looked at the mother and son in front of him. Ju Xiang didn't say anything anymore, and walked sideways past Wen Zhu, Huai Sui followed behind her mother and made a grimace at Wen Zhu.

Ju Xiang looked inside and outside the room with ease, and then started to clean up the room. folded the quilt on the kang first, and when Wenzhu got up, he didn't bother to fold the quilt, so he piled it on the kang. After Ju Xiang cleaned up the house, she went to the yard and brought back a pile of dry firewood, scooped a few scoops of water into the pot, and the dry firewood was lit under the stove.

Wen Zhu had already followed the house, standing aside and looking at Ju Xiang quietly. Ju Xiang said while burning the fire: This kang can't be damp, and it has to be burned every day. Wenzhu said: Who are you?

Ju Xiang looked up at Wen Zhu, lowered her head and replied: Ju Xiang.

Huai approached Wenzhu, looked Wenzhu up and down carefully for a while, and asked: Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?

Wen Zhu smiled at Huai, stretched out his hand and touched Huai's head again.

Huaiyang said with a straight face: You are better looking than my mother.

Wen Zhu smiled at Huai again, but his appearance was a little more sad.

Ju Xiang stretched out his hand and pulled Huai Xiang to his side, and filled the stove with firewood wholeheartedly, and the red fire reflected Ju Xiang and Huai Xiang. The water in the pot boiled, and wisps of white gas came out. Ju Xiang stood up after burning a hug of firewood and walked out with Huai Huai. Go to the door and say, "This house must not be fired." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Wen Zhu kept watching the mother and son disappear in the snow.

On the ninth day after he left, Feng Shan staggered back. Before that, Juka came almost every day. Since then, Wenzhu has been boiling water every day because she has to cook. On the fifth day of Feng Shan's departure, Ju Xiang began to make noodles, and when the noodles were made, they were heated in a pot, and Huai was allowed to eat them at night. On the ninth day, Ju Xiang finished making noodles, hot in the pot, and not long after leaving, Feng Shan came back. At that time, Wenzhu was still sitting on the door frame. These days, she often leans against the doorframe and thinks about her thoughts, and she herself can't tell why.

When Feng Shan walked into her sight, her eyelids jumped, and she looked at Feng Shan with such good eyes as she approached little by little.

When he got closer, Feng Shan glanced at her, didn't say anything, and walked into the house with his head down. He walked straight to the stove, the pot still steaming. He lifted the lid of the pot, took out the noodles, leaned on the noodles with his face and took two deep breaths, and then he devoured them, and soon the bowl of noodles was eaten by Feng Shan, and then he sighed.

Wen Zhu kept looking at Feng Shan. Feng Shan walked to the kang, lay down with a "bang", and when he got up to pull the quilt, he saw Wen Zhu standing aside and looking at him, he only said: I won, you can go.

As soon as he finished saying this, Feng Shan snored. Feng Shan slept this time, and slept in the dark.

Wen Zhu looked at the sleeping Feng Shan steadily, and in just a few days, Feng Shan became dark and thin, and his beard came out very thickly.

She heard what Feng Shan said clearly, and he won. In other words, Yang Liu lost himself to Feng Shan completely, and Feng Shan let her go, so to speak, she is now a free person. She could go, and it wasn't until then that Wen Zhu realized that she didn't have a place to go. The family's house and land were exported by his father, and he no longer had a home. She didn't know where she was going, she crouched on the ground, tears slowly streaming down. She whimpered and cried.

The fire in the stove went out, and the temperature in the room slowly cooled down.

In the evening, Juxiang came again with Huai. Ju Xiang saw Feng Shan lying on his back in a coma, Wen Zhu remembered that Feng Shan's posture was like this when he just lay down, and Feng Shan didn't move when he was asleep.

Ju Xiang took off Feng Shan's shoes very lightly, moved his feet into the kang, and pulled the quilt to cover Feng Shan's feet tightly. After doing all this, he reached out and touched the temperature of the kang again.

Wenzhu has been watching Juxiang's movements.

Ju Xiang got up and went outside to pick up a bundle of dry firewood. Just as she was about to fill the stove with firewood, Wenzhu walked over, snatched the dry firewood from Ju Xiang's hand, put it in the stove, and then skillfully filled the pot with two scoops of water, and then lit the firewood in the stove. The fire burned red, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.

Ju Xiang sighed and pulled over the acacia at this time. didn't look at Wen Zhu, looked at Feng Shan, who was asleep on the kang, and said: Burn for an hour tonight, and you have to make a fire at dawn tomorrow.

After speaking, he pulled Huai into the night.

As soon as Ju Xiang left, Wen Zhu angrily added firewood to the stove, and she didn't know who she was angry with.

Feng Shan snored thunderously for three days and three nights, and he finally opened his eyes.

Before that, Ju Xiang had already cooked a pot of noodle soup. As soon as she left, Feng Shan woke up. Ju Xiang seemed to know that Feng Shan would wake up, and when she went out, she said to Wenzhu: As soon as he wakes up, you will bring him a bowl of noodle soup to drink.

Wenzhu felt very uncomfortable with Juxiang's tone of talking to her like this, but she didn't say anything.

When Feng Shan woke up from yawning, Wen Zhu still served a bowl of noodle soup in front of Feng Shan. Feng Shan was already sitting against the wall, he didn't look at Wen Zhu, he drank three bowls of noodle soup in a row, and then raised his head and glanced at Wen Zhu. He asked in some surprise: Why haven't you left yet?

Wen Zhu didn't speak, looking at Feng Shan blankly.

Feng Shan said: You don't believe it?

Wen Zhu didn't shake his head or nod, just looked at him.

Feng Shan said again: My words count, and I will not regret it.

Wen Zhu turned her back, tears flowed out, she didn't believe Feng Shan's words. When her father lost her to Yang Liu, she thought of her own end, which was death. She hadn't thought about any other way to live in the future. Unexpectedly, Feng Shan gave her another free body, which she never expected. She didn't know how she was going to face her life.

She cried that she had nowhere to go. After a while, she turned around and said to Feng Shan: You are a good person, I have written it down in this life.

Feng Shan waved his hand and said: I am a gambler.

Then she said, "Allow me for a few days, and when I have a place to go, I will leave here."

Feng Shan didn't say anything more, put on his shoes and went to the ground. Walked to the back of the room and took a steaming bubble of long urine. When he raised his head, he saw Juxiang holding Huai's hand in the snow in the distance and looking at him.

His heart was hot, and he strode towards Juxiang and Huai.