sound of wind and rain

After that day, when Han Yuchao came to look for him at home, and looked for him on the road, Mengxi treated him like a passer-by, and didn't make any appearances.

Arrived home exhausted from private school.

Han Yuchao stood in the yard with a package in his left hand and vegetables in his right.

Seeing him come back, he grinned almost obsequiously, "Mengxi, you're back, I'll cook right away."

Ignoring the man, he went into the house and closed the door, lying on the bed for a while to rest.

Although he decided to keep the child, it didn't mean he could accept Han Yuchao.I really don't want to be entangled with this person endlessly, why would Yu Mengxi get entangled with this person again, it's really a crime.

Shaking his head, he heard a soft knock on the door.

"Mengxi, come out for dinner."

I really didn't want to answer him, so I just blocked my ears and pretended to be asleep.

A few more knocks were heard, from light to heavy, and the knocking on the door became urgent, and finally there was no sound.I thought that the person finally retreated despite the difficulties.

The window creaked, and a figure jumped in and hurried to the bed.

"Mengxi, what's wrong with you?"

Just like the group of children in the private school who want to be angry but don't know how to say it, they only hate why they forgot to close the window.

"I don't want to eat it, you can eat it yourself." The smell of food wafted outside, and I was really hungry, and when the smell came over, I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back.

"Mengxi, just eat two bites and then go back to sleep, okay?" Another soft coaxing.

Turned over inside, turned his back and didn't answer.

It felt like the man stood by the bed for a while, then seemed to leave.

There was a sound of ping-pong outside, and when I looked back, the man brought in all the food.

"I'm afraid you'll wake up hungry."

He had no choice but to get out of bed, and when he had no choice but to lift up his chopsticks and see the dishes, he swallowed the saliva in his mouth.

Yellow croaker in sour soup, stewed minced meat with dried radish, stir-fried edamame with pickled vegetables, and some sour plums.

Not wanting to be noticed by him, he muttered, "Who can eat such a greasy dish."

Helped him fill a bowl of soup and watched him drink it contentedly.

Picked up the chopsticks and put the dishes in the man's bowl, "I'm not a waiter anymore, I'm going to open a silk shop."

The chopsticks in his hand stopped.

"It's not the way to do this all the time, I'm afraid you will be too tired. It will cost a lot in the future, so I should find some regular work."

"..." It's none of my business for you, Han Yuchao, to open a shop.

"Mengxi, you are inconvenient, let me take care of you."

"Thank you, I don't need it." Yu Mengxi put the bowl aside.

Han Yuchao slowly tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, fiddled here and there in the room.It was late at night and there was no sign of leaving.

Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "When are you leaving?"

The man finally stopped, showing embarrassment, and said with a shy face, "Mengxi, I'm afraid I'll bother you for a while, and I'll spend more of my money on the shop."

"Then where did you get the money to buy food?"

"I have some left over, which is only enough for three daily meals in the past few months."

"..."

The so-called quiet time is good.It's nothing more than three meals are full, and it's nothing more than clothing to hide from the cold and warm.It's nothing more than a daily heart without resentment, quietly facing the fleeting years.

Han Yuchao was working on the shop almost day and night. When he came back, Mengxi had already fallen asleep, and he had very little time to talk to him every day.

But no matter whether people are there or not, when Mengxi comes back every day, there are always covered meals on the table.

In the past few days, Han Yuchao went abroad and said that he was looking for some special fabrics.

Today is the beginning of autumn, but Yan Xia seems unwilling to retreat so quickly.

After dinner at the market, I came back and sat in the yard to enjoy the shade, and found that many places in the yard were different.

The surrounding low fence has been repaired, and some petunias seem to be planted beside it.There was only one golden osmanthus plant in the courtyard that was more than ten years old, and it was planted beside the stone table in the southeast corner. At some point, a golden osmanthus seedling was also planted in the southwest corner.The room in the west side courtyard for storage of sundries also seems to have been cleaned.A large water tank was moved under the eaves, in which there were two water lilies, pink hibiscus and fragrant dust with lotus stamens.

All he likes.

"I don't know when..." He sighed casually, then shut up immediately, feeling dazed from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, what he wanted to ask was when that person would come back.

Already hiding in this corner and living alone, Han Yuchao is so flattering, and he has already lost everything, so what else can he be deceived by this person.Do you really feel ashamed?I have already seen the two faces of that person, and I would never believe that he would regret and feel guilty.But how come I still remember every word he said, and still want to write a letter.

Yu Mengxi, you are indeed as he said, so naive, you behave yourself, and you are no different from others.

The scenery is rushing westward, the trees are few and far between, and the new year is coming.

Han Mengxi's silk and satin shop had a good business a year ago and made some money.

Hang the new peach charms on both sides of the gate, and bow your head to worship.

Yu Mengxi was seven months old, her clothes were loose and her abdomen didn't look too obtrusive.

Han Yuchao was used to him very well in terms of diet. He gave him water when he was thirsty, and added clothes when it was cold.The man he raised had fair and rosy skin, and his body was quite plump, like a well-fed official.

After tidying up the house, Boss Han started working in the kitchen all afternoon.

After taking a nap, I read some books and felt bored again.

Walking to the door of the kitchen with a stomach full, there are various ingredients piled up on the stove.

The man was holding a knife to cut open a live herring more than a foot long, then cleaned it and cut it into large pieces, then boiled it in oil, then added sauce, vinegar, and wine to the fish.Everything is done in an orderly and orderly manner.

Realizing that Mengxi was watching him from behind, she wanted to drive him back so that he would not be smoked by the oily smoke, but in her heart she hoped that Mengxi could watch him for a while longer.He opened the mouth and said, "Mengxi, this is called vinegar cuddled fish. The herring can't be too big. If it's too small, it won't taste good if it has too many thorns. I went to the market in the morning to pick it out. You can drink more soup later. The soup is delicious."

It was the first time for Yu Mengxi to see him cooking. Before that, he only saw him crouching at his desk to approve documents, and watching him ride a horse.I never thought that this person could be busy in this small kitchen full of fireworks.As long as that person is there, those eyes always want to find where that person is, and he suppresses the inexplicable palpitation in his heart.

After dinner, Han Yuchao replaced the charcoal fire in the house for a few pieces, and the room became much warmer immediately.

Suddenly Yu Mengxi said, "I want to listen to that song "Folding Willows"."

"Mengxi, this song is too sad, I'm afraid it's not suitable for this New Year's Eve."

Even though he said that, he still took out the Qiang flute, and seeing that he insisted on listening, he started to play it.

For a while, the firecrackers outside the house disappeared, leaving only the sound of the flute, sad and melodious, and the surrounding scenery was heart-wrenchingly sad. "

"Shu Yao will be three years old after this year." Yu Mengxi held the diabolo in his hand, and Han Yuchao's heart trembled when he heard those words echoing in the small room.

He also heard him say, "There are countless short cuts, and life is like a dream. There is really nothing to worry about. I never asked you for anything. If one day I die, I ask you to find a place to bury me in the tomb of my father. , bury this diabolo with me."

For a moment, my heart and gallbladder were torn apart, and sorrow came from it.Han Yuchao felt that this person's heart was like ice and snow, and he couldn't cover it up.It's like flowing clouds, no matter how close you can't get close.His eyes were suddenly hot and fuzzy, and after blinking a few times, his vision became clearer.

He remained silent for a while and only asked, "Mengxi, are you cold?" As he spoke, he sat on the edge of the bed, put his arms around the man's feet, and pressed it against his stomach to cover it.

"Why do you pester me? If I don't know you, I will chat with my father tonight. There are a lot of wintersweet flowers in my yard. My father always likes to fold a few branches and put them on the bedside of our brothers and sisters. The whole New Year's house is full of refreshing wintersweet fragrance."

I heard him continue, "You're right, I don't know the world. I don't know why you treat me so well again, I know I can't trust you, but I always think that this person said a hundred words, There is always such a sentence that is true..."

Yu Mengxi's voice was very low, and he couldn't speak anymore after hearing him choke up.

Like many years ago after an unpleasant bed incident, Han Yuchao held him in his arms, and he pressed against his chest, only to feel that the man's tears fell into his chest like broken threads.Those tears were scorching hot, burning him to the core.