For three days in a row, Mu Qingao sat on the hillside with Qingyun, the little girl said that she didn't want to go home, she had a pair of pink rain boots and a blue raincoat in her arms, and she didn't bring anything out of the house.

The villagers found her father's body, which had been cremated at the funeral home because of the heat, and now the ashes were buried on the sunny slope behind her, where she could see the river at a glance, and all that was left of her original home was a pile of collapsed stones.

"Qingyun, let's go!"

Song Qingyun looked at the little girl sadly, she was going back, she still had two children to raise.

Sadness is inevitable, but soon someone will send her away to an orphanage in the south, where there is a mother who loves her, cares for her, and cares for her.

There she would live to be eighteen years old, and then fate would play another joke and send her to another time and space, where she met a man named Mu Qingao and had two lovely children with him.

For the last time, Song Qingyun sat down next to the little girl, she seemed to feel the coolness beside her, and looked at where Song Qingyun was sitting.

The two looked at each other like this.

"You have to live well, you will meet a lot of new friends when you go to the orphanage, they all like you, you will also have a new mother, she loves you very much, she buys you new clothes, sends you to school, everything will be fine."

She was reluctant to tell her that she studied well and excelled, and that some parents in the school where she studied were not pleasing to the eye, angry that she was an orphan, who never made up classes and studied better than their children, and would always trouble her when school was over.

"You have to remember not to be alone, don't walk alone in the dark alleys, don't go to the park far away from the orphanage to play, go back to the orphanage early after school, don't worry Mama Du."

She couldn't go on, and it seemed like something was blocked in her throat, so she couldn't cry.

The little girl nodded suddenly, then looked ahead, and muttered, "Dad~"

"Dad, mother, aren't you going to get up yet?" A small hand touched the faces of the two, Mu Qingao was in pain for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Doubao was pulling his cheeks hard, and Sister Yin looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Dad, you're awake!" Dou Bao smiled and let go of his hand, and kindly rubbed his father's cheeks.

Mu Qingao turned to look at Song Qingyun sideways, she also opened her eyes in a daze, and Sister Yin was lying on her chest and poking her chin.

"Mother, you and your father have slept for a long time, and you didn't eat last night, you must be hungry, right?"

Doubao crawled over, snuggled in Qingyun's arms, and asked worriedly.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses, and she remembered that yesterday in order to shelter from the rain, the family lived in the temple.

"Has the rain stopped?"

"It's stopped, and Master Jiang said that the small village in front of me is fine, and the flood has receded."

Mu Qingao sat up and hugged Sister Yin, who was pressing down on Qingyun's chest.

"Are you alright?" Mu Qingao asked with concern.

Song Qingyun tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly, "Life has to go on, and people have to look forward." ”

It's right to think like this, the fate of people and people is fixed, and she often talks about "living in the moment", and now Mu Qingao can deeply understand it.

Who knows which will come first, tomorrow or the unexpected? It's true that you try to live every day well.

When they got up, the maids came in to serve the two of them to wash and change their clothes, and Guo's mother said that the temple abbot had been waiting in the dining hall for a long time, and invited them to come over to eat together.

After the rain, the sky was clear, and the mountains and forests were rich in fresh oxygen molecules, and Song Qingyun took a deep breath, refreshing people's hearts.

She and Mu Qingao looked at each other and smiled, and led the two children out.

"See the prince, princess!" The abbot was old, dressed in a red robe, skinny, but his eyes were very bright.

"The poor monk's name is Yuanwu, and yesterday he was collecting medicine on the top of the mountain and did not rush back to the temple in time to greet the prince and princess, please forgive the two of you."

"The master doesn't have to be polite, it's our fault for disturbing the purity of Buddhism, please forgive the master."

Mu Qingao pondered and asked, "What does the master's name Yuanwu have to do with Master Yuantong?"

"Yuantong is the senior brother of the poor monk." Master Yuanwu said with a smile.

didn't expect this kind of fate, Mu Qingao sat down after greeting him for a few words.

Master Yuanwu looked at Song Qingyun and said, "The princess should have been dreamy and sad lately, right?" ”

There was a serious dark shadow under Song Qingyun's eyes, and Master Yuanwu knew a little pharmacology, so he asked Xiao Shami to go to his room to get some requiem incense that he had prepared himself.

"Burn out overnight to ensure that the princess sleeps peacefully."

Sister Yin turned her face sideways, saw a round and silly face, spit out a bubble and turned her head to the other side, ignoring the cute Chu Miao.

"Hahaha......"

Everyone in the room laughed, and sure enough, there was something annoying, and the two children were really cute.

Because tomorrow is the big day of my father's mother, Mr. Sun specially approved Doubao to study without going to the school, and when he heard that Mrs. Ye and Chu Chu were coming, the kid trotted in all the way.

"Hello Mrs. Ye, hello Sister Chu Chu, little brother ......"

Finding that the little brother seemed to be salivating over his sister, the boy's face was a little solemn.

It's still a child, he comforts himself, but his eyes don't look at the two little babies.

Song Qingyun and Ye Qingqing were talking, and they didn't notice the children's movements, and suddenly Doubao ran over and picked up his little sister, both of them were startled. Sister Yin turned her face sideways, saw a round and silly face, spit out a bubble and turned her head to the other side, ignoring the cute Chu Miao.

"Hahaha......"

Everyone in the room laughed, and sure enough, there was something annoying, and the two children were really cute.

Because tomorrow is the big day of my father's mother, Mr. Sun specially approved Doubao to study without going to the school, and when he heard that Mrs. Ye and Chu Chu were coming, the kid trotted in all the way.

"Hello Mrs. Ye, hello Sister Chu Chu, little brother ......"

Finding that the little brother seemed to be salivating over his sister, the boy's face was a little solemn.

It's still a child, he comforts himself, but his eyes don't look at the two little babies.

Song Qingyun and Ye Qingqing were talking, and they didn't notice the children's movements, and suddenly Doubao ran over and picked up his little sister, both of them were startled. But even if she is full of wealth, she can't go to the examination room to be the champion, Li Juan's father feels sorry for the silver, studied culture for two or three years, and after reading books like "The Female Ring", he drove Mr. Teaching away, Li Juanniang found a famous embroidery girl nearby to teach her female red, and finally invited an old palace girl who had been on an errand in the palace to teach her etiquette, but unfortunately in the end it was because Li Juan's father didn't want to invest more in her, and she learned seven, seven, eight, eight, and eight before she reached the essence, and she was stopped halfway through, and she was cultivated for more than ten years.

At the beginning of the year, Mrs. Chu went back to her parents' house to visit her sisters when she was a child, and Li Juanniang thought she had a chance to get ahead.