He was ruthless at his indecisiveness at the time.

If he could do it all over again, not only one Ding Maomao, but the entire Ding family would be buried with him.

Maybe the people of the Ding family are innocent, but aren't his nannans innocent?

The lone wolf is rebellious and cold-blooded, but he has never taken the initiative to hurt anyone.

However, someone broke his heart and shattered the home he longed for.

Then, he will have to make those people pay tenfold, a hundred times the price to pay.

This is revenge.

Reckless revenge.

The lone wolf's vindictiveness is far stronger than imagined.

Wei Lan shook his head, and crystal tears fell on the back of Gu Chao's hand by inertia, awakening his momentary reason, "......

"Don't think like that anymore." She bowed, her forehead resting on Gu Chao's knee, and pleaded in a low voice, "It's all over, what if...... What do you want me to do with Xiaochen? ”

"What has happened cannot be changed, and there are no ifs in this world."

"I just want to tell you that I will protect you in the future and will not give anyone another chance to hurt you."

This is an oath, a promise.

Wei Lan's eyes flickered, his face was stunned, Gu Chaojun's face smiled gently and charmingly, patted Wei Lan's cheek with his big palm, and reminded: "You look at Xiao Chen, I'll clean up the house." ”

After that, he got up and picked up a bag in one hand, "Live in the house where you lived?" ”

"Hmm." Wei Lan responded and got up with him, "I'll ...... with you."

Before he could say 'receive', his eyes noticed Xiao Chen, who had already turned over and sat up on the bamboo bed, with a blank face and a mouth about to cry, Wei Lan understood the meaning of Gu Chao's words.

As the capital, Beijing was not very prosperous in this era, but there are still differences between the interior and exterior decoration and environment of the house and the rural area of the current era.

I was a little stunned when I woke up, and then I saw the completely unfamiliar environment, Xiao Chen didn't get used to it for a while, and the moment she saw Wei Lan reaching over, she couldn't help but plunge into her arms, "woo" with a crying voice.

The child is too young, but he still recognizes life.

Wei Lan took Xiaochen into her arms and patted her gently, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm home, I'm home." ”

Outside the house, the two children only heard the cry of the child, and they also put down the toys in their hands, and lay at the door to poke their heads into the house.

Brother Shao asked, "Auntie, is my brother awake?" ”

"Is it because I took the toy that my brother is crying?"

Sister Han followed behind, nervously clenching the little cock in her hand, and after speaking, she glanced at Xiao Chen in Wei Lan's arms, and reluctantly handed the little cock forward, "Auntie, give it back to my brother, I'll play with it." ”

The two immature children's voices also attracted Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen raised his head from Wei Lan's arms, his long eyelashes were hanging with teardrops, and his little face was flushed.

Xu was embarrassed to be seen crying by children of the same age, and Xiao Chen buried his face back in Wei Lan's arms.

Wei Lan pretended not to see it, winked at Brother Shao and Sister Han, patted Xiao Chen on the back and coaxed: "This is Brother Shao and Sister Han in my hometown, they are the children of Uncle and Auntie, do you remember Xiao Chen?" ”

Xiao Chen's milk voice let out a milky "um", and before he could recover from the unfamiliar environment and face, his two little hands hugged Wei Lan's neck tightly, refusing to let go.

Wei Lan hooked the bag containing the toys on the side and guided: "My brother and sister have never seen these toys, do you want to teach your brother and sister how to play?" ”

"Hmm......" Xiao Chen hesitated and shook his head, as if he felt that this was not good, raised his little face and revealed one eye, glanced quickly in the direction of Brother Shao, and felt retracted into Wei Lan's arms.

After repeating this twice, Xiao Chen finally took the initiative to join the twins with tears, "You two really look alike, who is bigger?" ”

"I'm big, I'm my brother!" Brother Shao said, "You are so good-looking, does anyone say that you look like a girl?" What is your name? ”

……

Wei Lan smiled and withdrew her gaze from the little radish heads, and entered the room to help Gu Chao clean up together, where Gu Chao was standing on the long table by the window in the room, and was threading the curtain through the wire on the top of the window.

Wei Lan rolled up her sleeves and scanned the room, just like the outside, the furnishings in the room were still the same, there was no moisture or musty smell at all, obviously although there were no people, but the windows were often opened for ventilation.

Wei Lan looked at the gap, Gu Chao still put on the curtains, jumped down from the table and walked to her, "The curtains have been washed and kept in the cupboard." Your used books and pen holders are also there. ”

As he spoke, he walked Wei Lan to the bed and took off the large wooden box of patent leather, and he pushed the lid of the wooden box open for Wei Lan to see.

Not only the book notes, but also some gadgets, most of them were made by Gu Chao, what kind of peach pit carved toad, the whistle made of bamboo, and even the half-arm-long bamboo whip also lay quietly on the edge of the bottom of the box.

Wei Lan picked up the bamboo whip and stroked it gently, her peach-colored lips hooked a shallow smile, and her eyes bent to look at Gu Chaodao: "Look the same as yesterday, how can you look like you've left at all?" ”

Gu Chaoguang smiled and didn't speak, he reached out to take the bamboo whip in her hand, but she put it behind her to dodge, "Put this outside, and use it when you turn around." ”

"Do you want to use it?"

"The children should be trained, and those who are wilted should be trained a little, and those who are wild should also be harvested." Wei Lan lay on the edge of the wooden box, fiddling with books and picking and choosing, "Especially Brother Shao." ”

The boy's skin is fine, but he doesn't know the severity of it, and he can't do it without safety precautions.

Gu Chao was still digesting the meaning of her words, and heard her exclaim again: "Ah, this, this!" ”

Wei Lan was holding a notebook in his hand, Gu Chao looked over, and just happened to see the neat and delicate small characters in the first row:

Mountain sesame, branchlets covered with gray-green pubescence, leaves alternate, petioles star-pubescent, leaves narrowly oblong or strip-lanceolate, apex obtuse or acute, base rounded. The whole plant can be used as medicine, symptomatic: clear heat and reduce swelling, except for measles, it can be juice snake venom, and pregnant women are contraindicated.

The word snake venom is circled separately, which is obviously specially marked.

"Grandma asked you to remember?"

"I pestered Grandma to write it down." Wei Lan shook her head, "At that time, there was a time when I pounded garlic, and Grandma couldn't help but sigh when she looked at the medicine pestle, and I thought that it must be a pity that Grandma's ancestral skills could not be carried forward." ”

Wei Lan smiled, and said with crooked eyebrows: "I'll just pester Grandma and remember a few every day." ”

The notebook is an inch thick, and half of the medicinal properties of Chinese medicine and some prescriptions are memorized, which seems to be neither less nor less, nor too much.

But if it is compared with what Grandma Gu has learned all her life, it must be less, but later Wei Lan had an accident and failed to record the remaining half of the book completely.

It's another big pity.

Wei Lan sighed shallowly, and Gu Chao held her hand with his backhand to comfort, "There's nothing to regret, at least you helped Grandma keep some of it, this is also a inheritance." ”

Wei Lan was slightly stunned, closed the notebook with a "poof", and nodded with a light smile, "Well, let's see if there is a chance to find a new owner for it in the future." ”

Grandma's mantle has not been inherited in their generation, but the future will always be seen elsewhere.

Wei Lan's fingers gently stroked the paper, black and white formed a strong contrast, and the slender fingers were lined with more and more white.

(End of chapter)