Cheng Moji

Feng Qiwu said: "Go up and knock on the door to see if Granny Shan is asleep?"

When Leng Xin was about to knock on the door, he saw someone coming out of the room slowly in the dark, and asked softly at the door: "Who is it?"

Cold-heartedly said: "Shan Po, it's the previous seeker, I brought my family here in the dark."

After the creaking door rang, the door opened, and a frail figure was holding a dimly flickering oil lamp, looking at the three people in front of him, taking advantage of the dim light of the oil lamp, an old woman with drooping skin, dying, and bloodshot eyes, Dongfang Ying was really startled.

Leng Xin pointed to the two people behind him, and introduced: "This is the incompetent and clumsy Jing, and the little girl is behind." Shan Pozi nodded slightly at them, Feng Qiwu immediately blended into the role, stepped forward to salute, and said: "Grandma Good!" This tender voice changed from the previous cold tone, just like a young daughter-in-law who just stepped into her husband's house, coldly stepped forward and pulled Feng Qiwu's arm to show the deep love between husband and wife.

The mother-in-law then looked at Dongfang Ying behind her, and said hoarsely: "Girl, if my son is here, he would be the same age as you!" She couldn't stop sobbing.

Feng Qiwu was about to step forward to comfort Grandma, but Grandma Shan suddenly stopped crying, tidied up her face, staggered to the door, carefully closed the door tightly, as if afraid of something entering.

"Let's go!" As he said, he led the three of them along the path in the courtyard, and walked straight to the house.

The moonlight was bleak, the lights were flickering, and the cold air hit the body, only the wailing of jackdaws in the distance could be heard faintly, and there were very few people.The furnishings in the dilapidated house are old-fashioned, and as soon as you enter the door, you can smell a pungent dusty stench.Apart from the old woman, it is certain that there is no other living thing in the house.Lonely and alone, Dongfang Ying couldn't help having a sore nose, a sense of discomfort came in, thinking in her heart, where did her son go, leaving the old man alone in this desolate place in the outskirts.Years make people old, and thinking about people makes people decline.Shan Pozi's aging is more not the traces of age on the body, but the vicissitudes of mind, a poor person who has no desire for life.

The mother-in-law led the three of them to the bedroom on one side of the house, fixed the faint oil lamp on the wooden table, pointed to the two beds, and said mournfully: "If you don't mind, just squeeze in the room. ?”

Looking at the two beds coldly, he became thoughtful.Dongfang Ying replied: "Thank you mother-in-law, I will help you to rest too!"

The mother-in-law waved her hand, "It's okay, my old lady can go back to her house in the dark", "You are tired from the journey, go to rest early!" Dongfang Ying walked back after sending the old lady out.

Leng Xin suddenly laughed, and said: "Wife, daughter, you can go to bed tonight!"

Dongfang Ying hurriedly asked: "What about you? Brother Leng."

"Don't worry about him." Feng Qiwu said, "Dongfang, you can sleep on the side bed!"

I saw that Leng Xin jumped up, landed on something, and began to meditate with her eyes closed.Feng Qiwu was lying on the outer bed, and the sound of breathing gradually rose.Dongfang Sakura can feel the faint cold wind coming in from the window, making it difficult to fall asleep for a long time.

I don't know when, the morning light is faint, and the east is white.A ray of morning light slowly illuminates the bedroom window.Warm, as if a kind of healing power emerged from the heart, yesterday's depression was isolated in yesterday's dream memory, leaving only the remnants of memories.