Minghui doesn't remember that when she was still living in Yunmeng Mountain, when Mrs. Li came to Yunmengguan to see incense, did she bring Wei Qian, and even if she did, it was when she was a child.

For Wei Qian, the memory of Minghui in his previous life seems to have started in the back office of Qi County.

She was burned to the ground, her burnt hair was all shaved, and even if the layers of cloths were removed, her face was covered with greasy ointment, and even the slightest expression made her shiver with pain.

The only thing that can still move is the eyes.

She watched the young man walk in, tall and thin, so thin, as green as Hsinchu after the rain.

He walked up to her and said in a soft voice: "You are the girl of the Ming family, Ling Zun and Ling Tang are very good people, they will definitely be able to bless you, Chengxiang in distress, and live a long life."

At that time, Ming Hui thought that the "Lingzun Lingtang" in his mouth was the old lady Ming and the Bai family.

The boy is older than her, so I want to come and see the Bai family.

In the next twenty years, Minghui never questioned these words, but now she understands that the Lingzun in Wei Qian's mouth is Mingluan, and Lingtang is Wang Zhenren.

The young couple, who died for him, lived incognito, and even lived in a dark secret room, but in the end, Mingluan still took a young life.

Minghui looked at the familiar figure in the distance, Wei Qian was different from her, when Mingluan died, he had already remembered, and in the years that followed, when he dreamed back at midnight, did he ever think of the person who died for him?

Twenty years later, what happened to the murder of the father?

Minghui thought that if she couldn't figure out the things in her previous life in this life, she would never be at ease.

The name Wei Qian is her heart knot, Huo Yu's heart knot, and Wang Zhenren's.

She saw Wei Qian and several students coming out of the side door of the official school, and as he got closer and closer, his face became clearer and clearer.

Under the bright and dazzling sun at noon, his face was gloomy and dead silence, which was not the vicissitudes of young people, and he was the most tall and thin, but he was not straight, his shoulders collapsed, his back was slightly bent, like a middle-aged man who was tired by the years, and even the steps under his feet were depressing heaviness.

Wei Qian is only twenty-two years old, the age of the rising sun.

This age should be like Huo Yu, even if he was in a dark and gloomy prison one moment, as long as he stood in the sun the next moment, he was bright and vibrant.

However, Wei Qian is different.

A few students talked and laughed, and ran to the small stall not far away, their cheerfulness made Wei Qian even more lonely and depressed.

He walked very slowly, and someone greeted him: "Master Wei, are you out of school?"

Wei Qian nodded, his smile fleeting.

The person who greeted him seemed to be accustomed to Wei Qian like this, and he didn't care, and there were other people who showed favor to Wei Qian, and Wei Qian was all treated equally, polite and detached.

Finally, Wei Qian stopped in front of a shop, paused, and walked in.

Wu Erlang hurriedly pulled Wu Sanlang and walked towards the shop.

It was a shop that sold dumplings and knife-cut noodles, and before he walked into the shop, Wu Erlang heard a roar, and he didn't need to ask to know that Wu Sanlang's stomach was screaming.

However, this is also understandable, they came out early in the morning, and it was time for dinner.

But the business of this shop is obviously not very good.

At noon, there was only one table of Wei Qian in the shop, plus Wu Erlang and Wu Sanlang, there were only three people and two tables of guests.

However, there are only four tables in total.

A woman with delicate eyebrows walked over and smiled before saying a word: "Two little brothers, I haven't seen them before, I'm back, I want to eat something, there are dumplings and noodles, and they can be made in a while."

The woman's crisp and raw official dialect is not the official dialect of Shanxi flavor, but the words are correct and round, and the words are clear.

Wu Erlang grinned: "What are the fillings of the dumplings?"

"Mutton radish, mutton green onions, leeks and eggs, what do you two want to eat?" The woman's smile is gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Wu Erlang

looked at Wei Qian at the other table and saw that there was only a vinegar bowl and a plate of peanuts in front of him.

"When I come back to you, I don't know what stuffing is delicious...... What do they want at that table??"

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, "The man asked for the mutton and radish stuffing."

"Okay, we also want mutton and radish filling, well, let's have three catties first, and then we don't want it enough."

Wu Erlang thought he was very decent, but the woman was taken aback, looked at him, and then looked at Wu Sanlang, who was one year younger than him: "Our dumplings are full of two catties, and you two can't eat three catties, and it's not delicious, why don't you come two catties first?"

Wu Erlang thought about it, don't scare people: "Then listen to the boss's wife, come two catties first, and then ask for delicious food."

The woman smiled and agreed, and turned and went into the inner room.

Wu Saburo muttered dissatisfiedly: "What if two catties are not enough?"

Wu Erlang ignored him, and his attention was on Wei Qian.

From their point of view, they couldn't see Wei Qian's face, only the back of their head.

At this moment, a little girl jumped into the shop, she looked only five or six years old, white and fat, wearing a small water-red shirt, the sleeves were rolled up, revealing small arms like lotus roots, like a fat doll on a New Year's painting.

The little girl walked past Wu Erlang's table, didn't look at them, but ran towards Wei Qian.

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei, why didn't you come yesterday?"

The voice is soft and waxy, revealing familiarity.

Wei Qian turned around, saw the little girl, and stretched out his hand to pull her over: "Yesterday there was something and I couldn't come over, you see, won't I come today?"

"Hee-hee, Mr. Wei, yesterday my mother made dumplings with tofu filling, you didn't come, you gave them to me."

"Yes, you can eat dumplings with tofu stuffing before the New Year, Zhu'er is really blessed." Wei Qian said softly, his tone revealing doting.

At this time, the woman came out of it with a bowl of stuffing, and when she saw the little girl, she smiled and blamed, "She is sweating, don't hug her, let her go inside and wash herself."

Without waiting for Wei Qian to speak, the little girl rushed to say, "Mr. Wei doesn't dislike me, does he?"

The last two words were obviously said to Wei Qian, and Wei Qian smiled and agreed: "No, how could Mr. Wei dislike Zhu'er."

"Mother, did you hear it, Mr. Wei said it, he doesn't dislike me." The little girl's voice was cheerful, and the deserted shop suddenly became lively.

The woman put the dumplings in front of Wei Qian, and still dragged the little girl Zhu'er to wash her face.

Wu Erlang looked at their backs, and then looked at Wei Qian, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, he felt that although Wei Qian was sitting and eating, his back seemed to be straight, like a dried and wilted crop, happy and full of vitality again.

Wu Erlang looked at all this, if he hadn't known that Wei Qian was a child of an official family early on, his wife would never have run to the hall to sell dumplings, and Wu Erlang would even think that Wei Qian and the mother and daughter just now were a family of three.