Qing Huan was hungry in her stomach, and secretly thought that Banqin should have saved food for herself yesterday, so she gently pushed open the door and walked towards the stove room.

Qing Huan walked to the stove, opened the lid of the pot and saw that there was a steaming layer in the iron pot, and there was a big bowl of minced meat porridge in the steaming layer, she touched it with her hand, and found that although the porridge was still warm overnight, she walked to the stove and looked at it, and sure enough, she saw some sporadic sparks in the stove.

Qing Huan took out the porridge from the pot, put some pickles, and sent a large bowl of porridge down to his stomach after a few snorts, and then walked out of the stove room with a full burp, wanting to pull some well water to boil a hot water bath.

As soon as the bucket was lifted, and before it was thrown into the well, she suddenly felt that this house seemed to be a little different from usual, and she always felt that something was missing. She stood there and looked at the house carefully, and then suddenly remembered that she had not heard a dog bark since she came home yesterday.

Qing Huan turned her head to look in the direction where she was usually tied to rhubarb, it was empty, where was the shadow of rhubarb, she remembered that rhubarb was still at home when she went out yesterday, and when she saw herself going out, she was desperately wagging her tail and wanted to go out with her.

"Where did Rhubarb go, why isn't he at home?"

Qing Huan muttered to herself, feeling a little lost in her heart, she is a person who likes small animals very much, and she has had some feelings with this old and spiritual yellow dog in the Gu family for many days.

Rhubarb has been in the Gu family for seven years, and the Gu family will let it go out for a walk every afternoon, and it will come back by itself in half an hour.

Qing Huan pressed the doubts in his heart, and pulled a few buckets of water with a bucket, perhaps because he became a man, after the bucket was filled with water, Qing Huan didn't feel how laborious it was to lift it, and filled the iron pot with water in a few clicks.

After filling the water, she went to the firewood pile and took some firewood back to the stove, stuffed the firewood into the stove like Banqin, set up a hollow out, and took some broken firewood and piled it up in the hollow, and then lit the fire with a fire twist and sent it in.

There were still some sparks in the stove, plus the fire, the broken wood quickly ignited, Qing Huan sat on the stool, and watched with satisfaction that he had succeeded in lighting the fire for the first time, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

This sense of accomplishment didn't last long, and the sporadic sparks that ignited slowly went out again.

Qing Huan looked at the fire in the stove with some puzzlement, and didn't understand why the fire didn't ignite when she was obviously learning to do something good, and she tossed in the stove for a long time, but she couldn't completely ignite the fire.

"Brother, I'd better come."

Just when she tried to light the fire for the fifth time, Banqin's voice sounded behind Qing Huan.

Hearing this, Qinghuan turned around and saw that the thirteen-year-old girl had walked behind him at some point, Qinghuan stood up silently and gave the little girl a seat, but did not leave, but stood behind the little girl and looked at her.

After Banqin sat down, he quickly withdrew the firewood that Qing Huan had stuffed into the stove, and replaced two more from the side and stuffed them in, doing work in his hands and talking in his mouth.

"Brother, the firewood you just stuffed in was cut back by Brother Erzhuang the day before yesterday, and it is not dry enough, it is difficult to burn."

Banqin said this, and glanced back at Qinghuan again.

"Brother, you are in better shape today, I called you to eat yesterday, and I didn't wake you up for a long time."

Qing Huan smiled and nodded.

"It's just drunk, I slept a little, I got better, I woke up a little hungry, I just drank the porridge you left, I'm not hungry anymore, I just want to take a bath, by the way, who helped me wash my face and feet yesterday."

"Brother Erzhuang's hands are rough and can't serve people, I washed it for you."

Banqin replied casually.

Qing Huan was a little moved and a little distressed to look at the little girl in front of her, who was only thirteen years old, who was already sensible and capable, and was silent for a while before speaking.

"You and Erzhuang 。。。。。。"

"Brother, there is a lot of smoke in the stove room, you better go out first, so as not to smoke, and I will call you when the water is boiled in a while."

Before Qing Huan's words were finished, he was interrupted by Banqin in a hurry.

Qing Huan was behind Banqin, silent and did not leave, watching the little girl in front of her calmly add firewood to the stove, the firewood was quickly lit, and the bright flames were a little dazzling and a little unreal in this still a little dim sky.

The back of the little girl under the firelight also showed some depression and difficulty that did not match her age, looking at the back of the little girl, Qing Huan couldn't help but feel a sour and slight pain in her heart.

The fire had been lit, but Banqin was still sitting and didn't get up, Qing Huan sighed secretly, raised his feet and walked outside the stove room, and only when he walked to the door did he look back at Banqin again.

"By the way, what about rhubarb? How I didn't see it. ”

The stove blocked Banqin's face, Qing Huan couldn't see her expression, and only listened to her low reply.

"Rhubarb didn't come back yesterday, and I searched for a long time but didn't find it."

Qing Huan had expected this result and opened his mouth to speak.

"I'll go out to look for it later, maybe I'm old, I don't know the way, I can always find it, don't worry too much."

Banqin hummed and didn't answer, but the voice was already nasal, like crying.

Qing Huan won't comfort people, and she doesn't know what to say in this situation, she just wants to let this little girl be alone. He did not stay in the stove room any longer, leaving the little girl alone and returning to the room.

After taking a bath, Banqin was busy in the stove room, and Qing Huan went to the study and left the Gu house with a cold face.

In the study, she tried to draw the rhubarb mask, but found that the rhubarb was dead, and it was impossible to find it back.

Qing Huan didn't go out to find Rhubarb, she was just a little upset and wanted to find a place to brush her thoughts, and he also saw the person who killed Rhubarb, but he didn't know what to do with it, how to face that person, so she went out and wanted to be quiet by herself.

She walked around Gu's house twice and returned home almost an hour later.

When he returned to Gu's house, Niu Erzhuang had already gone out, and Zhang's had already gotten up and sat in the yard basking in the sun.

Seeing Qing Huan coming back, Zhang beckoned to Qing Huan and asked her to come and sit too, Qing Huan walked to Zhang and sat down.

Banqin walked out of the house, glanced behind Qing Huan, and showed a look of disappointment in her eyes, but she didn't say anything, and turned back into the house.

Qing Huan and Zhang were talking, and they glanced at Banqin out of the corner of their eyes, and a trace of almost imperceptible pain welled up in their hearts.

Zhang asked a lot about the poetry meeting, Qing Huan picked up some fun and lively situations and said to listen to her, Zhang listened happily, and there were many smiles on his face, when it was over, Zhang took Qing Huan's hand, patted him lightly and looked at him carefully, and said softly.

"Brother, Rhubarb may not be found, you don't have to be too sad, your mother and your sister will always be with you."

Hearing this, Qinghuan's heart chuckled, and she instantly felt warm.

Zhang's roasting the sun in the yard today is only afraid that most of them are still waiting for him, and as soon as he goes out, he goes for two hours, and Zhang is not sure how to worry during this time.

Previously, she pulled herself and said that she was talking for a long time, so that she was making Zhang happy, but it was better to say that Zhang was thinking about making herself happy, and Zhang said these words for a long time, but I was afraid that what she wanted to say the most was this last sentence.