Because the aunt had to stay in bed to recuperate, my grandmother told my uncle to take good care of my aunt.

So Bai Wenlin offered to go to the village to pick up Yanjiu and go home.

Yan Wo took advantage of the fact that there was no one at home, and hurriedly went to the yard to pick up his aunt and prepare charcoal and began to paint portraits of those ghosts.

My grandmother didn't know where she had gone, and she hadn't come home for a long time.

But when she painted the portrait, the ancestral black cat squatted on the coffin lid on the west side of the courtyard with its tail around its legs, staring at her all the time, which was extremely weird.

On the way back, Yan Jiu had already learned from Bai Wenlin that his aunt had fallen and almost miscarried, and he was not as noisy as yesterday, hooked the bag of his satchel and went to the hall to practice calligraphy.

Yan Wo stopped Bai Wenlin, who was about to go home.

"Grandmother has not come back yet, my uncle has no heart to cook, Wowo is busy painting and earning eggs for my aunt to nourish her body, can Uncle Wenlin help cook a meal, and kill the old hen in the kitchen by the way! Grandmother said in the morning, you will eat at our house from today. ”

"Since Uncle Wen Lin has decided to come to our house, then Wowo will not treat you as an outsider, as a family member, you have to contribute."

Bai Wenlin was still a little guilty, after all, he had just decided to follow the Yan family, and the Yan family had a miscarriage of Bai Mei.

Hearing Yan Wo's words, I only felt very comforted in my heart.

"Okay, Uncle Wen Lin, let's go to the kitchen to sharpen knives and kill chickens." Bai Wenlin immediately walked to the kitchen.

Having lost his mother and personally sending his mother to prison, he urgently needs to do something to enrich his life.

Retracting his gaze, Yan Wo lowered his head and began to draw.

There was little movement in the kitchen, and it didn't take long for smoke to rise from the chimney.

My uncle never came out of the room.

When the portrait was painted, the ghost was directly sucked into it, just like Grandma Hui at that time.

When it was almost dark, Yan Wo finally finished painting all the ghosts entrusted to paint the portrait today, and as soon as she put away her things, her grandmother came back from outside.

As soon as I entered the door, I looked at my aunt's room with their candles lit, and then at the kitchen.

"Who's cooking?"

"It's Uncle Wenlin, now it's time to pluck chicken feathers by boiling water."

Yan Wo put away the charcoal and wanted to wash his hands, but after thinking about it, he immediately peeled off the broken hair on his cheeks, rubbed the tip of his nose, and deliberately used his black fingertips to make his face into a little flower cat.

"How can anyone come to our house and let people work." Liu Man said and walked towards the kitchen.

Yan Wo followed behind his grandmother with his little short legs: "However, Uncle Wen Lin said that his mother is gone, and his wife is gone, and if he doesn't work, he will cry and cry." ”

Grandmother's footsteps slowed down and became slow.

"It's best to put some red dates in the stewed chicken soup, he doesn't know where to put it, so I'll go find it for him and stir-fry a few dishes by the way,...... Oops, I suddenly remembered that it was early when I went out, so didn't you even eat lunch? ”

Yan Wo touched his stomach and pouted: "Yes, I'm so hungry." ”

"Grandmother, just do it."

Liu Man's speed became urgent again, even faster than before.

The precious granddaughter she put on the tip of her heart didn't eat lunch, and couldn't help but scold her uncle: "Yan Zhongyan is a useless thing!" ”

In less than half an hour, the dishes were served.

Thin egg cake with chopped green onions, stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, chicken soup with red dates and yams, and a few handfuls of stir-fried side dishes with tender green vegetables.

Steaming hot and exuding an alluring aroma, Yan Jiu sniffed, still feeling incredulous, and rubbed his eyes again.

"Wow, there is so much to eat, I haven't eaten so well during the New Year."

Jumping on the table, he put the meat into his bowl with big chopsticks.

The uncle had already brought chicken soup to the aunt, and at this time, he came back with an empty bowl and gave Yan Jiu's head a blow.

"Stinky boy, slow down, and no one is robbing you. Your aunt just told me that your sister earned all these things, you have to protect your sister well in the future, and if you dare to scare your sister with bugs, you will wait to drink the dishwashing soup in the future. ”

Hearing this, my grandmother smiled and said, "That's right, I agree." ”

Yan Jiu's cheeks were full of food, looking at the food in front of him, he immediately said: "In order to be able to eat meat every day, you can bully me casually in the future, if anyone bullies you, I will catch insects and scare him to death!" ”

Bai Wenlin was very restrained at first holding the bowl.

Seeing Yan Jiu gritting his teeth while talking, he couldn't help but be amused.

……

"Aunt Yue, this is the portrait you asked me to help draw."

Outside the fence wall, wearing a pink jacket and a small ball on his toes, he lifted a painting one by one.

"Thank you, Wowo." The woman on the other side bent down to take it.

When her eyes fell on the posthumous image, she covered her mouth directly, and tears rolled down like beads with broken threads.

She muttered "Yuan'er", and actually reached out and gently traced the eyebrows of the child on the portrait, again and again, with a gentle expression, as if she was afraid of poking it.

The charcoal drawings were easy to smear, and at the suggestion of Uncle Wen Lin, she brushed the wooden board with a layer of transparent tree oil.

"It's exactly the same, it's all the same. At that time, Yuan'er was wearing this dress when he had an accident......" The woman wept sadly and stared at Yan Wo with a grateful expression: "Wowo, thank you for letting my Yuan'er come back." ”

"I sent the thing, Aunt Yue can put the portrait on the offering table, be careful with the candle flame when offering, after all, the material is wooden......" Yan Wo explained in a milky voice, and only after making sure that the woman heard it clearly, did she turn around and leave.

Bai Wenlin carried an empty basket in his hand, and after the last painting in it was sent out, he walked behind Yan Wo with one hand twisting the basket.

"Wowo, can you really see ghosts?"

Yan Wotou didn't reply, hooking the koi satchel on his body, "I can't see it." ”

"No way. If you can't see it, don't talk about my mother, you haven't been born when Bai Yuan drowned just now, you haven't seen it, and you haven't heard anyone describe his appearance, how can you draw it? Even the details of the clothes are ......," Bai Wenlin said.

Yan Wo stopped.

Turning around, looking up, the two loose little pins shook suddenly, and the red hairpins on the side shimmered in the sun.

"Grandmother said that the Yin and Yang Tao is not as good as Buddhism, and when you are weak, you can't see the light, and you have to develop obscenely! So ,—— shhh Yan Wo raised his hand, and his white and tender fingers were on the side of his mouth.

Bai Wenlin immediately pursed his lips and didn't say much.

But he obviously really understood what Yan Wo meant, and rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Cheng, I won't say anything to anyone, even if your own uncle asks me, I will hide it from him!"

"My uncle believes in these gods and ghosts the most, and you not only have to hide it from him, but you also have to tell him that there are no ghosts in the world."

The two of them, one older and one younger, suddenly smiled.

But what Yan Wo didn't know was how much of a sensation she caused after painting and sending it out.

On the night when the portrait was sent, he felt that someone was taking care of him, replacing the towel on his feverish forehead, and complaining that he had not fulfilled his promise to himself and did not take care of his body......

On the night when the portrait of the man who fell off the cliff in order to collect medicine arrived home, he quietly got under his son's bed, and climbed out to cover his son with a quilt several times.

The woman who was called Aunt Yue by Yan Wo made the mash meatball soup that Bai Yuan loved to eat and put it in front of the offering table.

"Yuan'er, it's not good for my mother, if my mother had found out earlier that you weren't there and fell into the pond, maybe you wouldn't have drowned."

"Although my mother gave birth to a younger brother, my mother did not forget you for a moment, my mother remembered that when you were born, you would suck your fingers, your eyes were round, your hair was black and bright, and the midwife always praised you for your good looks, and my mother was very proud at that time...... "The woman cried red and bent down to get the incense candle.

Straighten up again, the mash meatballs...... Directly less than half.

On the table, there are also a few words written by watermarks.

"Delicious. Mother, don't cry. ”