Seeing that Cui Hejin was back, Jiang Zhiluo felt relieved.

The heart that Mrs. Cui was carrying also fell.

She was on the way to exile, and she was able to survive in one breath, but she was not worried about this son.

His temperament was getting colder and colder, and he remembered that he wasn't like this before.

Now it seems that nothing can cause a little emotional fluctuation in him, and his mind is getting deeper and deeper, and even she, a mother, can't understand it.

Mrs. Cui got up and washed her hands and took a bowl of ginger soup for Cui Hejian.

"Is this umbrella still borrowed from Shopkeeper Feng of Linjiang Building?"

"Hmm."

Mrs. Cui sighed with emotion: "It's still the shopkeeper Feng who is benevolent. ”

Saying that, Mrs. Cui happily said to Cui Hejin: "Today, Zhiluo went to the mountains in the rain and happened to find some food. ”

"It's leeks, this is a vegetable, Zhiluo said that you can make vegetables, dumplings, and buns, which are delicious."

"It's still Zhiluo who is amazing, I know more, or I'm going to eat wild vegetables tonight."

Eating wild vegetables for a while, Mrs. Cui was also a little overwhelmed.

Cui Hejin sat down and drank a few sips of ginger soup, and when he heard his mother say this, he raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Jiang Zhiluo, his eyes were ghostly, thoughtful.

Cui Hejian's glance, Jiang Zhiluo always felt that his eyes were a little stunning.

The momentum is too strong, and it is a bit overwhelming.

Jiang Zhiluo could only say softly: "It's just that I was lucky to find some vegetables on the mountain." ”

Cui Hejin quickly retracted his gaze, mumbled, didn't say anything more, and didn't ask more.

Jiang Zhiluo found that even after drinking a bowl of ginger soup, Cui Hejin sat there, with an elegant atmosphere all over her body, not in a hurry, and very steady.

Cui Hejin drank a bowl of ginger soup, then slowly took out a small money bag and said in a low voice: "Today's things were sold for a total of one hundred and thirty yuan, and I bought ten catties of thick noodles, which can be eaten for a while." ”

"There's still fifty dollars here, mother, you take it first."

Only then did Mrs. Cui see a bag of grain in the back basket next to Cui Hejin.

When she heard this, she was shocked, "Are you copying books again?" ”

That basket of eggs couldn't sell so many copper coins at all, it must have been Cui Hejin who copied the book and sent it to the bookstore to sell it for some money.

"Do you know that if your hand continues like this, you will no longer be able to pick up a pen and write, the doctor has said that your hand is ......"

Speaking of this, Mrs. Cui's voice was a little sour, and she couldn't continue.

Cui Hejin said lightly: "Mother, don't worry, I'm fine." ”

"What do you mean it's okay, what if you can't hold the pen in your hand anymore?"

Old Madam Cui rarely spoke so urgently.

She looked at her son, and felt uncomfortable in her heart, "It's all useless for my mother, if my mother has a way, I won't even ...... my hands."

Old Madam Cui couldn't control her emotions for a while.

Cui Hejin looked at his mother's appearance and sighed: "Mother, we have to live before we can think about other things." ”

"Mother, don't blame yourself, you've done a good job."

When Cui Hejin was comforting his mother, his voice was rarely softer.

Jiang Zhiluo's heart jumped a few times, a little frightened, what happened to Cui Hejian's hand?

What does it mean to be unable to pick up a pen and write?

And it was even poorer than she thought.

You may really need to make money urgently to buy food to eat, or you really have to go hungry.

I don't know how long the three of them can eat these ten catties of coarse grain.

Jiang Zhiluo was afraid that Old Madam Cui would feel uncomfortable and not good for her health, so she could only divert her attention and said: "Mother, I have all the things, let's stir-fry and eat them first, I may need my mother to help me light the fire." ”

As soon as Jiang Zhiluo spoke, Mrs. Cui remembered that Zhiluo was still beside her, and she was a little out of control just now.

Mrs. Cui hurriedly held back the water in the corners of her eyes, adjusted her mood, and hurriedly took out the white-flour steamed buns in the pot, then cleaned up the pot and helped to light the fire.

Jiang Zhiluo began to stir-fry scrambled eggs with leeks.