At this time, the woman had already walked to the head of the village, but did not stop, but continued to walk west from the road at the head of the village, probably to the village next door to Baijia Village.

When the others walked over, Yun Qinghuan looked at the child's back and twisted his eyebrows, feeling that the child was a little familiar.

"Who is this kid? Why does it look familiar? ”

She turned around and asked Qiao Yue.

Only then did she find that Qiao Yue's face was a little ugly, and she stared at the back of the boy leaving for a long time.

Hearing Yun Qinghuan's words, she pursed her lips, "I think he is probably Gu Mingming's son." ”

"Huh?"

Yun Qinghuan was really surprised now, she went to look at the child's back again, she walked a little far, she couldn't see clearly, but she could see that he fell down again, the woman didn't stop waiting for him, but walked faster and faster, the child quickly got up from the ground, the dust on his body didn't care about patting, and hurriedly walked over there, as if he was afraid of being left behind.

The doll, who is only more than a year old, is ignorant, and even walks steadily will be praised for his age, but now, he has walked so far alone with his little short legs.

Yun Qinghuan pursed her lips, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She really doesn't like Xia Yuhua, she can even say that she dislikes it, and she doesn't have a good impression of Gu Mingliang.

But the child is innocent, especially now that she is a mother herself, she can't see the child suffering.

Looking at Qiao Yue with some doubts, "Didn't you say that the child's life is not bad?" ”

Before Gu Mingliang went to college, he deliberately found Qiao Yue's man, Shen Jingyang, and asked him to help write a letter to tell him about his son's situation.

Shen Jingyang agreed, and wrote a letter almost every other month to send it.

Before giving birth to a child, Yun Qinghuan remembered this and asked Qiao Yue, how is Xia Yuhua's child now.

What Qiao Yue told her at the time was that she hadn't heard anyone say that the child was not doing well, so she thought it was doing well.

The countryside is like this, if there is something, it will be spread to everyone, every time Shen Jingyang inquires about Gu Mingliang's son, it is impossible to go to the Xia family to ask Xia Yuhua's family, and they will not tell the truth.

Every time Shen Jingyang asked, he was from Xiajia Village.

Qiao Yue's face was not very good-looking, "I'll go home and ask Jingyang later, maybe the person he asked lied to him." ”

Qiao Yue herself is also a mother, and when she saw Gu Mingming's son like this, she felt uncomfortable.

Zhao Qiumei watched from the side and narrowed her eyes, "That person probably didn't coax Shen Zhiqing, I'm afraid this kid didn't go out much before, so outsiders don't know how he's doing." ”

Even she and Wang Shufeng didn't hear that this child was having a bad time.

Wang Shufeng nodded approvingly beside her, "That's the case, I haven't heard of rumors that Xia Yuhua's son is doing badly, I just heard that she doesn't treat her son very well, but before Gu Zhiqing left, she didn't wait to see her son, how do you know that after Gu Zhiqing went to school and left, this child had a miserable life." ”

Even if you wear it dirty, the key is that you look thin.

At the beginning, when Gu Mingliang was there, the child was still chubby.

Wang Shufeng couldn't help but scold beside her, "Xia Yuhua is really not human, no matter what, this child is also her own son, why is she so ruthless!" ”

Her son usually has naughty times, if he is angry, Wang Shufeng will also beat the child, but she is reluctant to let the child starve and freeze.

Several people were silent.

Because of Gu Mingming's son Gu Yushan, several people didn't have the heart to chat, and seeing that it was not too early, they all went home with their children in their arms.

At dinner in the evening, Yun Qinghuan told her mother-in-law about the child Xiaoshan she met during the day, Liu Yuzhi is usually very popular in the village, and she knows a little bit about the east and west families.

"Mom, at the beginning, before Gu Zhiqing went to college, he also sent some food to our family, and now, his son is doing so badly, I always feel a little uncomfortable, if you have a channel, can you help inquire? How is the kid doing? I can't even ask. ”

Liu Yuzhi frowned when she heard that the one-year-old child had walked so far behind the adults, "Don't worry, I'll ask my old sisters tomorrow, this Xia family is really it, how can I say that it is also my grandson, so I really give it up." ”

At night, Bai Naihan plays with the little one in bed.

Yun Qinghuan lay in front of the desk, lit the kerosene lamp, there was a manuscript with a little end left, she planned to finish it as soon as possible, and then hand it over to the man, let him take it to the factory to make a copy for later use, and send another copy to the editor-in-chief.

More than a month has passed since I gave birth, and the manuscript that I originally planned to give to the editor-in-chief has not yet been given.

Who knew that this child was born so suddenly, disrupting her plans.

A little weak-hearted, afraid that the editor-in-chief would be released by himself, he wrote to urge her.

I don't know how long it took to write, but after the last full stop was written, Yun Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his forehead, and felt that his brain was about to run out of stories when he wanted the story, and his brain hurt a little.

I feel that it is not easy to earn manuscript fees, and the more I go to the back, the more difficult I feel, especially if I want to write a good story, it really takes time and energy.

After resting for a while, I checked it from beginning to end, and found that there was no problem, so I looked back at the man, "Tomorrow you help me send this manuscript to the editor-in-chief, and by the way, go and help me get this month's manuscript fee and letter." ”

"By the way, don't forget to make a copy of the manuscript and leave it as a manuscript."

Bai Naihan is capable, and I don't know what he said to people, but when he went to the city to talk about work, he actually got a photocopier.

Yun Qinghuan's pressure to write a manuscript eased a lot in an instant.

In the past, she was afraid of losing the manuscript, and it was estimated that she would have to rewrite the story when the time came, so in order to prevent this from happening, she would copy it again every time she finished writing a story and kept it as a backup.

It's time-consuming and laborious.

The man had already put the child to sleep, and he leaned against the bed, staring intently at the sleeping position of his daughter, and heard the words answer.

He added, "Don't stay up too long, look at it tomorrow during the day, be careful of hurting your eyes." ”

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

The man stopped talking.

It was a little hot, Yun Qinghuan took a fan and fanned it, and took a high school book to read.

Seeing that it is already the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and it is not long before the resumption of the college entrance examination, she does not dare to underestimate the people of this era, and the college entrance examination is even more than a single-plank bridge.

It is only at this time in the evening that there is a man to take care of the children, so she rarely has quiet time to study.

During the day, although the mother-in-law will also help take care of the child, as long as the child is awake, she must be in the child's field of vision, otherwise the child will be easy to cry, and it will be easy to be interrupted when doing something, and the spirit will not be concentrated.

When she was almost done, she put down the book and twisted her stiff neck, only then did she feel the wind behind her, and when she turned around, she found that the man was standing quietly behind her, fanning the wind with a fan in his hand.

(End of chapter)