When Village Chief Fan saw Yan Qingwen, he was drinking porridge in the courtyard, holding half a roasted steamed bun in his hand.

The small door in the yard is hidden, saying that it is a door, but in fact it only reaches the waist of the person, so what is in the yard, people outside will see it clearly.

The village chief watched for a few minutes, and then knocked on the wooden door.

Yan Qingwen was very sensitive to the voice, raised his head suddenly, put the bowl on the ground at the same time, and hid the steamed bun in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the village chief sighed in his heart.

"Uncle Fan, why are you here?" Yan Qingwen hurriedly greeted him, and wiped his hands on his clothes when he opened the door to greet the village chief: "Please come in, I'll pour you a cup of hot tea." ”

The village chief answered, and when he got to the door, he pointed to the fire outside: "Should your mother sleep?" You get a maza and we'll make a fire outside!" ”

"Huh! Good! Yan Qingwen nodded in response, the temperature outside is not high now, but it is very warm to sit by the fire, he quickly took the horse out and put a special cushion for the village chief.

The village chief saw everything in his eyes, and he watched Yan Qingwen add firewood to the hot water, and there were tea leaves in the two cups next to him.

"Qingwen, I'm coming to you to say something."

"Uncle Fan, you say."

"It's almost the end of the year, if you have anything to help with, remember to tell me, don't be embarrassed."

Yan Qingwen nodded: "You have been helping me and my mother all these years, Uncle Fan, sometimes I really don't know how to thank you, I don't need help, but it's almost the end of the year, in a few days I will help Uncle Fan brush the wall and wipe the glass in your house!" ”

The village chief didn't refuse, he knew that this was the best way for Yan Qingwen to come up with.

"Then I'll trouble you, Qingwen."

The village chief lit the dry tobacco, and when he spit out the smoke ring, he saw a shy smile on Yan Qingwen's face.

"What's this, it's just a trivial matter, Uncle Fan, do you have any other important things to do when you come to me?"

The village chief snorted, and took another puff of dry tobacco before speaking: "After the year, our village is going to build roads, I want to find a few young people in the village to participate in the construction team of other people's road repairs, the treatment is not bad, more than what you earn in school, I don't know if you have this interest?" I've heard that you should be able to make more than 3,000 a month. ”

It's much better than Yan Qingwen earning five hundred a month now.

Yan Qingwen's face was overjoyed, and he didn't know what to say excitedly: "Of course I'm willing to go!" I just don't know if I can get in, if Uncle Fan is embarrassed, don't fight for this place for me, but if I can really get in, it will help me too much! ”

"I'll try, if you go, you have to arrange your home in advance, you must go there early and return late, you have to settle your mother, if you can't go, don't be disappointed, our village has other plans for next year, I will always find something for you to do."

Yan Qingwen expressed his gratitude again, and the two of them chattered a lot, and the village chief finally asked: "Qingwen, do you have any relatives at home?" It's the Chinese New Year, do you want to go back to visit relatives or something? ”

The smile on Yan Qingwen's face faded little by little, he thought for a few minutes and then shook his head: "There are no relatives left, I only have one aunt, who also died many years ago, only me and my mother depend on each other in this world, I have nothing to visit relatives." ”

Yan Qingwen smiled, and after a while, he held back the second half of the sentence: "Even if there is, how can I have the face to go to a relative's house to sit down?" There is a good saying, no one asks if you are poor in the downtown area, do you want to please people like me, maybe people don't dislike me, but I have no value, what can I bring them? I took care of my mom alone for more than ten years and was used to not relying on anyone. ”

"This is my fate, I have long accepted my fate, I just want to live well now and take care of my mother."

After listening quietly, the village chief opened his mouth to comfort Yan Qingwen a few words, he didn't stay long, the firewood was finally picked up by Yan Qingwen, and he had to take it to warm the house.

After the village chief left, the tears in Yan Qingwen's eyes fell.

Close relatives?

He really didn't.

But he has people who are obsessed.

What's the use of thinking about this, if he really wants to rely on that person, why did he take his mother to such a remote northern village.

……

Nanxing recognized the bed a little, and woke up before six o'clock, she had never suffered since she was a child, although she did not dislike the rural environment, but she really didn't sleep well this night, and when she woke up, she still had a little back pain, and she was relieved in Shen Xingzhi's arms for a long time.

She got up at half past six, and when she left the house, Aunt Fan was already preparing for breakfast.

The pot placed on the stove was boiling with fragrant chicken soup, Nanxing said hello, and when he went out to brush his teeth, he found that an old hen was missing from the yard.

She doesn't remember it well, it was the chicken with white feathers on its head that bit her when she went to the toilet last night.

The memory is too deep, but there is not that one among the chickens that eat the feed now.

It was actually killed?!

This kind of hospitality is really valued, Nanxing washed up and planned to go to the car to get things, she brought a cart full of things, and planned to give half of the food to the village chief.

If you take it to your eldest brother, he may not finish it.

The yard was still gray, the sky was not bright, everyone except for Aunt Fan was asleep, and Nanxing took his coat out of the yard.

When it was time to get something in front of the car, Nanxing saw people on the land on both sides of the road.

She walked closer, and when she saw who the other person was, she quickly backed away to the back of the car, covering herself.

Yan Qingwen is still rummaging through the things in the ground, Chinese cabbage was originally planted here, and there will be some leaves left after the autumn harvest, and it will not be bad in winter, at most it will be frozen, but it can still be used to eat after tidying up.

Nanxing covered his mouth, and his heart hurt twice.

It wasn't until Yan Qingwen left that she withdrew her gaze, and the sky was brightening little by little, so when Yan Qingwen left, she saw what he was holding in his hand.

What kind of life did he live......

Nanxing opened the rear compartment, and the things inside were placed very neatly, the ones on the left were all ingredients, and there were some high-end gift boxes, just pick up one, the top is high-quality beef, and the other box is high-end seafood ingredients.

Nanxing really wanted to rush up and hug Yan Qingwen like this, and then cried and begged him not to leave again, why couldn't they live together?

The village chief's voice suddenly sounded: "Have you met with Qingwen's child?" ”

Nanxing was startled, and when she turned around and saw that it was the village chief, she shook her head: "I didn't dare to go out to see him." ”

The village chief's nervous expression relaxed, and his gaze stared directly at Nanxing: "I advise you, it's best not to disturb his life." ”

Nanxing was stunned, this ...... What is the meaning?