Eventually, the smile and confidence returned to Ah Lin's face, and it lasted for a few breaths, and he languished again.

"Are you worried about your dad and your grandma?"

Ah Lin nodded, his eyes filled with tears.

"Good boy, you don't have to worry about this, I will let Cheng Jun go to your house and tell your father and your grandmother, you will have two dollars of silver as a subsidy every month, and I will eat and live in the capital, and I will cover all the clothes all year round, so there is no cost, I will give these two dollars of silver to your grandmother, what do you think?"

Ah Lin nodded in agreement, although he didn't know that two coins of silver could be used by his grandmother and father for a few days, but it was better than nothing.

"Also, your father and your grandmother are willing to come to the workshop to work, I welcome them at any time, the shopkeeper will pay them according to their performance, in short, they will not starve to death, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

Ah Lin is simply satisfied, although his grandmother and his father are not in tune, but they are the only remaining relatives of him and his brother in this world, and he is reluctant to let them suffer.

"Madam, is Huwa really not going to the capital?"

"Well, he's going to take care of his mother and sister." Song Qingyun said indifferently.

After Ah Lin went out, Qingyun sat at the table, pushed open the back window, and looked into the distance with his cheeks.

The north mountain is lush and full of tall pines and cypresses, layered on top of each other, undulating.

When she first came to Liujia Village, she was still in Beishan with the villagers to pick up pine mushrooms when the weather was fine after the rain.

The day before yesterday, Zhang quietly returned from the county seat. After Liu Changzhu was arrested, she went to see it once, and the two of them hugged each other and cried, regretting that they shouldn't have listened to other people's demagoguery at the beginning, made a wrong step, and made a good home.

Zhang persuaded Liu Changzhu not to resent Song Qingyun, he did his own mistakes first, he was not qualified to resent others, Liu Changzhu himself has no opinions, where his father pointed when he was alive, he hit where, after this accident, he regarded Zhang as the backbone, wholeheartedly obeyed Zhang's arrangement, and vowed to reflect on himself in prison, and when he returned home after his sentence, the family lived a good life.

Song Qingyun asked Zhang if he was willing to send the tiger baby to the capital and send Xiaohua to Shudi, but the result was self-evident, and Zhang shook his head into a rattle.

Huwa listened with tears in her eyes, and wanted to interrupt his mother's words several times, but when she saw his mother's pale face and weak body, she couldn't say anything when it came to her mouth.

Song Qingyun touched his head regretfully, "Huwa, after Ah Lin leaves, you will do his thing, and when your family is arranged, you will grow up, and it will not be too late to come out." ”

Huwa hugged Song Qingyun's thigh and cried sadly, he knew that at this moment, fate played a big joke on him, he and Ah Lin would have different lives in the future.

Back at home, Jin Niang was already impatient to turn out the remaining fabrics from her past, and asked Qingyun what these cloths could do.

What to do? Song Qingyun was confused.

Jin Niang pointed at the silk scarf around Qingyun's neck embarrassedly, and when she came in, a gust of wind blew, and when the silk scarf was raised, Mrs. seemed to have come down from the sky, and even she looked stupid as a woman.

Song Qingyun couldn't cry or laugh, the silk scarves were very good, but the rest of her cloth could be made into sachets and purses, what was there to be embarrassed about?

As a result, Jin Niang took out a bunch of leftover scraps from her purse and looked at her in embarrassment.

"Jin Niang, these rags, just throw them away, they are burned as firewood for Aunt Hua, what are you keeping them for?"

Jin Niang said distressedly, "This is all good Hangzhou silk, what a pity to burn." ”

Song Qingyun has a headache, Jin Niang crawled out of the hard days, and she can talk about Ah Fu for a long time if she drops a grain of rice after eating, and if she wants her to throw away these colorful cloth heads, I am afraid that she will have to think about it.

"That's it, we can go to Shu in a few days, I'll draw a few pictures for you, you try to do it as it is, if it doesn't work, just listen to me, and quickly burn all of these."

Qingyun went back to the house and changed her clothes and went to the guest room where Mrs. Sun lived to talk to her for a while, Guo's mother was an old man she used to use, and she picked up some interesting things to make the old lady happy, saving Qingyun a lot of heart.

When she returned to the house, she began to draw patterns, but her abstract thinking was too poor, and she drew a cloud of black ink on the paper for a long time.

Zhao also lay on the edge of the table to draw patterns, the same woman, her hands are dexterous hands, and hers can only be counted as hands, counting silver hands.

Song Qingyun sighed secretly, no longer obsessed with tricks, and began to meditate on her "beckoning cat".

Half an hour has passed, and Ah Fu has been staring at Song Qingyun's paintings.

How to say it, at first I thought she was scribbling, the lines were east and west, after all, she couldn't draw according to the pattern, but in the end, Ah Fu magically found that Mrs. drew a cat, or a smiling cat.

"Ma'am?" She leaned over and looked closely, a bit like the rhubarb she had raised as a child.

"How? Ah Fu, do you think my painting looks good? Song Qingyun proudly shook the paper in his hand and asked.

At this time, Jin Niang came in with the curtain, and when she saw the pattern in her hand, she was overjoyed, "Madam, you painted Xiao Hei, right?" It's so similar! ”

Song Qingyun blinked and looked at Ah Fu with an inquiring gaze.

Ah Fu smiled, "Mother, are you mistaken, Mrs. obviously painted a cat." ”

"By the way, I'm drawing a cat, this is called a beckoning cat, you look at a few whiskers, do you have the finishing touch?"

Jin Niang was about to refute, but was quietly stabbed twice by her daughter, and Jin Niang hurriedly said, "It's a cat, it's a cat, it's a lucky cat!" ”

This name is so auspicious, what an auspicious name!

Seeing that they were going to eat, Mu Qingao and Song Yu didn't come back, there were only a few women in the house, and Song Qingyun let the kitchen be made over the water.

She personally made the marinade, minced meat, eggplant marinade, beef and potato marinade, and a pot of chili meat marinade, which was served with aroma and opened people's taste buds.

"Qingyun girl's cooking skills, in the entire Yu County, it is estimated that there is no one who can compare."

Mrs. Sun was in a particularly good spirit today, and Qingyun poured eggs on the noodles for her, which were moderately salty and smooth, and the old lady ate two bowls in one go.

After eating, several women got together again and began to think about how to make a "lucky cat".

Suyi was bored after seeing it, so she took Doubao to the river at the door to fish.

"Madam, how do you sew this?" Ah Fu picked up a piece of cut cloth, and then looked at the drawings drawn by Qingyun, looking like a cat, the actual operation was really confused, and there was no rule at all.

After Song Qingyun explained his thoughts again, he threw away the cloth in his hand and went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

She was tossed by Mu Qingao last night, and when she woke up, she listened to Ah Fu and Mu Qingao talking in a whisper.

She pushed the window open a crack, just in time to see Mu Qingao's angular chin, the afternoon sun hitting her face, deep and shallow, with a unique style.

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