Chu Xia showed a shocked gaze and looked at Mo Ling with a puzzled face.

"How do you know? Have you been to this village too? ”

Mo Ling let out a wry smile.

Not only had he been to this place, but he even lived in the little mud hut in the painting for several days.

At that time, he was just a five-year-old child, and he followed his father to find his mother, who had been missing for three years, and at that time his mother was with an uncle Chen who could not speak, and lived in the small mud house in the painting.

It was 20 years ago, but the memory remained in his mind.

After so many years, he doesn't know how the Uncle Chen who used to be with his mother is doing now, and he has never been to the remote and backward village in his memory.

However, he didn't know if his mother had been to this village all these years.

In the early summer, he could see that Mo Ling should have been to that village, so he couldn't help but say, "What a coincidence, Mo Ling, we all went to that village for vacation." You say, is this also a kind of fate? ”

In the early summer, Mo Ling may also be like himself to experience rural life and go on vacation.

She pointed to the house in the painting and said, "You know what? When I was drawing, I met an aunt who told me that the house had a story. Twenty-three years ago, there was a stupid uncle who couldn't speak in that house. Because he was stupid and couldn't speak, no one in the village was willing to marry his daughter to that uncle, so that uncle never got a wife. Later, Uncle Silly spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a daughter-in-law from traffickers, who knew that the daughter-in-law was very capable, and took the foolish uncle to the city to do business, and later built an agricultural and sideline products processing and planting base in Mangshan Village. Since then, Mangshan Village has developed and become a small and wealthy village, and it is no longer the backward and poor village. It's just that the story is a little sad later, and the aunt said that the silly uncle and the daughter-in-law he bought were separated later, and the daughter-in-law never returned to Mangshan Village. ”

Chu Xia said the story she remembered in one breath, and she didn't notice the sadness in Mo Ling's eyes when she told this story.

Because the hostess in that story is her own mother.

At this time, he thought that if his mother saw this painting, she would probably have a lot of feelings.

And he thought that if he and his father never found his mother in their lives, maybe his mother would always live in that small village.

"Mo Ling, what's wrong with you? Is the story sad? At this time, Chu Xia saw the faint sadness and sadness in Mo Ling's eyes.

In her opinion, this story is also a bit bleak, and it would be great if the hero and heroine in the story could live happily together after working hard and becoming rich.

Mo Ling smiled bitterly.

"No, it's just a bit of a chill when I look at this painting. You see that the house was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, as if it had been abandoned by the whole world, but there were people who lived there, and people laughed and cried in the house. Now only the dilapidated house remains. ”

"You say that, it seems to be ......," Hatsu Xia let out a soft sigh from her mouth.

In fact, when she painted this painting, she felt that the scenery was a little lonely and desolate, which gave her a very lonely feeling. Unexpectedly, Mo Ling also had the same opinion.

"Okay, let's stop talking." Mo Ling stopped the topic, because he didn't want to talk to the girl in front of him about the past twenty years ago, nor did he want to talk about his mother's sad past. It's just that he has some curiosity, did his mother have a connection with that uncle this year ago?