The two children talked late in the gossip topic, so that they slowly got up at three o'clock the next day.

With the help of Xiaolian, Meng Ran put on his clothes and then washed.

After washing, Meng Ran habitually went to look for his parents and prepared to greet him in the morning. When I first stepped out of the hospital, I suddenly remembered that my father was taken away by the county government officer yesterday.

The late tears kept swirling in Meng Ran's eyes, and finally slipped slowly, falling on the clothes and the bluestone slabs on the ground.

From sobbing softly, it slowly turned into a howling cry.

Meng Ran was holding the wall with his hands like that, his shoulders kept shaking, and he looked helpless, which made people feel heartbroken.

A loud cry pierced the entire house.

When Mrs. Meng heard the news, she saw her son leaning against the wall and crying, and the helpless maid Xiaolian stood behind her.

Mrs. Meng pulled her son into her arms and kept asking, "Ran'er, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you?" Tell your mother, and your mother will be angry for you. ”

Meng Ran sobbed and replied, "No... No one bullied me... I was just... I just miss my dad..."

After saying that, there was another cry.

Mrs. Meng gently patted Meng Ran's back and kept reassuring: "Good son." Your dad will be back soon. If your father comes back and sees you like this, he will be angry. Do you remember what your dad used to tell you?"

"Remember... Remember..."

"And what did he say?"

"Dad said, the boy doesn't flick when he has tears. ”

"That's right, my son is a little man, how can he shed tears so easily..."

After Mrs. Meng finished speaking, she helped Meng Ran to stand up, took out the handkerchief in her arms, and gently wiped the tears and snot on Meng Ran's face.

After wiping it, Mrs. Meng shook the handkerchief in front of Meng Ran, "Stinky boy, look at what is on it? It's all your snot, it's almost disgusting to death..."

Meng Ran burst into tears and laughed, and a big snot bubble appeared in his nostrils.

When Mrs. Meng saw her son's snot bubbles, she laughed with a 'poof'.

The laughter stopped, and Mrs. Meng looked at Meng Ran kindly: "Why did you get up so late today?

"Hungry. Meng Ran rubbed his stomach, "I slept a little late last night, so I got up late." ”

"Let's go, my mother will take you to dinner. Mrs. Meng carefully wiped her son's face, and then took him by the hand and went to the dining room, "Did you read any interesting books?"

Meng Ran glanced back at Xiaolian behind him, and then said, "Well, after reading an interesting idle book, I forgot the time a little. ”

Mrs. Meng glanced at Xiaolian with a blaming look and said, "Xiaolian, in the future, remember to urge Ran'er to sleep at night, he, a child, only knows how to read, remember to remind him, don't burn your eyes." ”

"Yes, ma'am. Xiaolian, who was walking behind, replied respectfully.

Meng Ran took advantage of his mother's inattention, turned around and smirked at Xiaolian.

Mrs. Meng accompanied Meng Ran to breakfast, and then sent Meng Ran to the west courtyard to play.

After Meng Ran left, the gentle smile on Mrs. Meng's face gradually dissipated, and she was replaced with a look of no one close.

"Xiaohuan, go and see if Fauber has arranged the carriage, and go and bring the meals prepared by the kitchen. Mrs. Meng commanded.

Xiaohuan nodded and went down.

After a while, Xiaohuan came to restore his life with a food box, "Madam, the carriage is ready, just waiting at the door." ”

"Okay, go and call for Shang Chunsheng. ”

......

When the carriage swayed towards the county jail, Meng Ran was fighting with Xiaolian in the courtyard of the west courtyard.

The two chased the fallen leaves flying like butterflies, like two happy birds, chattering non-stop, and had already left the unhappiness just now.

It's really a teenager who doesn't know what it's like to be sad.

......

Mrs. Meng in the carriage just stared blankly ahead, her gaze never moving. He'll be safe, he'll smile and say hello to himself, he'll ask if he slept well last night. Mrs. Meng's heart seemed to beat rapidly with these thoughts, thumping against her chest, tearing her stiff body at pain. Her physical strength seemed to run out in the gaze, and her body began to tremble.

After a while, but Madame Meng felt like a long time had passed, and the chill outside the carriage began to invade her body, slowly burrowing into the cracks of her bones. Her vision began to blur, her mind began to wander, and then she became dizzy.

Mrs. Meng struggled to change her sitting position, her whole body ached, and she couldn't help but let out a **.

Xiaohuan looked at Mrs. Meng with a worried expression, "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

"Hmm... I'm fine, but I'm a little dizzy. "Mrs. Meng is weak.

"Then why don't you go to Renjudo and show you first?"

"No need, let's go see the master first. ”

"Yes. ”

At the end of the conversation, Mrs. Meng still did not take her eyes off and sat still like that.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and a voice came from outside the carriage, and it was the coachman who spoke, "Madam, it's here." ”

Madame Meng tried her best to support her trembling body, and with the help of the maid Xiaohuan, she finally stood up and staggered out of the carriage. She clutched Xiaohuan's hand tightly, frightened and frightened, not even the slightest extra strength.

She stood on the edge of the wheel, and saw a black wall in front of her, with a big word "prison" in the center of the wall, and a black iron door under the word, and two jailers standing on either side of the door.

Madame Meng led the servant slowly to the door.

When he was still a mile away from the wall, one of the jailers shouted, "What are you? who are tired of living? Don't you see what kind of place this is? Is this the place where you can come?"

The little servant Chunsheng quickly stepped forward, took out a string of copper coins from his sleeve, quickly stuffed them into the jailer's hand, bowed his head and said, "This official, please make it convenient, our lady wants to visit my master, and I will take the trouble to give it a convenience." ”

The jailer weighed the copper coins and said, "Wait, I'll go in and ask our head." ”

With that, the man hurried through the door.

In less than half a cup of tea, the man walked out of the door again, followed by a sleepy-eyed middle-aged strong man.

The middle-aged strong man glanced at Mrs. Meng not far away, and smiled at Chunsheng, "Want to go in?" Go and tell your wife, I want five taels of silver, if you give it, let you in now, if you don't give it, you can go." ”

Chunsheng had no choice but to turn around and tell Mrs. Meng.

"Xiaohuan, take five taels of silver and give it to Chunsheng and let him give it to that person. Mrs. Meng said lightly.

Xiaohuan took out a silver ingot from his purse and handed it to Chunsheng.

Chunsheng took it, walked a few steps, and gave the silver to the middle-aged strong man. The guy actually stuffed it directly into his mouth and bit it a few times, "Not bad, not bad." Genuine silver. Okay, you can go in, but only half a pillar of incense. ”

Chunsheng hurriedly applauded, and then beckoned, signaling Xiaohuan and Mrs. Meng to go in.

The three of them followed behind the middle-aged strong man and walked towards the iron gate step by step.

As soon as they walked through the door, a damp, rotten smell came to their nostrils, choking Mrs. Meng and Xiaohuan coughing repeatedly.

The middle-aged strong man snorted softly, "It's really hypocritical to be from a rich and noble family." With that, the middle-aged strong man just strode forward, regardless of whether the three behind him could keep up or not.

In the dim passage, three stumbling figures followed the tall back.

After turning two corners, at the end of a passage, the middle-aged strong man stopped. Then the middle-aged strong man shouted into the dim corner, "Master Meng, your family has come to see you." ”

Only the sound of crawling in the dim darkness was heard, and a gray figure slowly approached the wooden fence.

Madame Meng looked at the people behind the wooden fence stupidly.

The middle-aged strong man untied a bunch of keys from his waist and unlocked them with a clang.

With a 'squeak' of the door opening, the cell door was pushed open, and Mrs. Meng could no longer control her emotions, she stumbled through the passage with tears in her eyes, until she walked to her husband's side, and threw herself on him with all her might, crying and losing her voice, as if the whole person was crushed by the cry.

She hugged her husband tightly and burst into tears, the cry echoing throughout the enclosed space.

The middle-aged strong man and the servants of the Meng Mansion quietly retreated.

After a long time, Mrs. Meng slowly walked out of the prison door, picked up the food box that was placed on the ground, and whispered to her husband: "Master, you must be hungry, eat something." ”

The food boxes are laid out one by one on the ground, and there are Meng Hao's favorite West Lake vinegar fish, red marinated mille-feuille crispy ears, salty autumn ears and halogen chicken, okra with sauce, yellow croaker rolls with tofu skin, crab roe and crab meat soaked in oil, and a pot of fine flower carving.

Meng Hao did not move his chopsticks for a long time.

"Master, why don't you eat? Isn't it not your appetite?" Madame Meng's anxious expression was hidden in the darkness.

After a while, I heard Meng Hao's response, "No." It's just that I didn't sleep well last night, and now I'm still a little sleepy, and I don't have much appetite, and when I rest again, I have an appetite. ”

Mrs. Meng no longer urged, but just grabbed the corner of her husband's clothes tightly with her hand.

Time always flies, and under the shouts of the jailers, Mrs. Meng turned back and left the dimly lit prison step by step.

......

So, every day around noon and around Shen Shi, Mrs. Meng would come to visit Meng Hao, and every time she brought something he liked to eat, as well as a pot of good wine to ward off the cold or paralyze his mood.

She always cooks with different tricks every day, and has different tastes every day, but she doesn't taste or change shape at all, so that he always thinks of home with his tongue, goes home with his tongue, and returns to their happy and harmonious little home.

Every time Mrs. Meng came to visit, she always dressed well, and her face was covered with a thin layer of powder, although in the dark prison, Meng Hao might not be able to see it. She was a little thinner than before, and her body was wrapping her clothes more and more tightly.

He occasionally asked about the situation at home, and she always said that everything was fine. How the little maid works hard, how the maid works hard, and how his son Meng Ran studies hard.

Mrs. Meng's visit to her husband's food became a sign of the changing of the seasons. The plump crabs and gluttonous drunken shrimp gradually disappeared, followed by Dongpo meat, salt and pepper lard residue.

Autumn has slowly passed, and the howling north wind has begun to show up.