When he read this name again, Zhong Lingyu always felt a little sad in his heart.
She did not deny that even though Shen Huaizhou was getting engaged to Wen Qingyu, she still missed him.
After all, his kindness to her before was all real.
Zhong Lingyu thought that maybe he was crazy. Looking at Uncle Huo, he thought of Shen Huaizhou?
Uncle Huo hugged his knees pitifully, sat on the ground, and wrote on the soft soil with a wooden stick: [Little Miss, who is Shen Huaizhou? Your sweetheart? 】
The moon was clear, and Zhong Lingyu looked at the words on the ground.
The handwriting is neat.
Unlike Shen Huaizhou, writing is like an insect crawling.
It seems that she is overthinking.
Zhong Lingyu was alert and said a little perfunctorily: "We're just acquaintances. Uncle Huo, come with me and I'll find a room for you."
She turned around and walked in.
Uncle Huo directly trampled the thick branches to pieces.
Creaking sound.
Zhong Lingyu heard the movement and turned around subconsciously, "Uncle Huo?"
Uncle Huo walked in lamely.
Zhong Lingyu said doubtfully: "Your legs..."
Touching his leg, Uncle Huo's eyes flashed with sadness, and he gestured.
Zhong Lingyu understood.
It turned out that he was hit by a car and because he had no money for medical treatment, his leg has been lame to this day.
Pitiful.
She advised: "I have a friend who has been paralyzed for many years, but he should be able to stand up gradually now. Uncle Huo, you don't have to be sad about this. Medical treatment in Shaocheng is relatively cheap, and I will pay you as usual."
Uncle Huo frowned, said nothing, and followed Zhong Lingyu to an abandoned courtyard.
Zhong Lingyu said: "You are a man, and it is not convenient to live in the same place as those servants. This place was a guest room before, and no one has lived in it for a long time. Uncle Huo, you can live here from now on, just You need to clean up after yourself."
Nodding, Uncle Huo walked in silently with an old face to clean up.
At that moment, Zhong Lingyu always felt that his face smelled bad.
She probably didn't offend him.
What a weirdo.
Zhong Lingyu shook his head helplessly and left.
An hour later, Zhong Lingyu was staying in the room reading.
Mrs. Wang came in with dinner.
The bacon porridge, four vegetables and one soup, and the fragrant and soft steamed buns are just as satisfying to eat.
Sister-in-law Wang said: "Little miss, you can eat it while it's hot."
"Okay, trouble."
Zhong Lingyu put it down and read the book while eating.
She took a sip of porridge nonchalantly.
After a moment of pause, Zhong Lingyu's whole face wrinkled.
So sweet!
So sweet!
Shouldn't meat porridge be salty? Why is it so sweet?
After drinking some water, Zhong Lingyu called Mother Wang.
Wang Ma scratched her head and said, "Uncle Huo cooked this meal. I'll call him here to ask."
After a while, Uncle Huo came over.
He was neat and tidy.
But the folds on his face still looked gray.
He rubbed his hands nervously, then took out a pen and paper and wrote: [Little Miss, isn’t the food delicious? 】
The old man was quite nervous and looked at her expectantly.
Zhong Lingyu was too embarrassed to complain, so she said as gently as possible: "Uncle Huo, when you made this meat porridge, did you mix up the sugar and salt?"
Uncle Huo looked innocent and gestured to show that he should not be confused.
Zhong Lingyu was speechless.
She rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Forget it, maybe there is something wrong with my sense of taste. You can go down first."
Uncle Huo wrote on the paper: [Does the little lady not like what I make? 】
He looked like a lonely old man, pitiful.
Zhong Lingyu couldn't bear to say harsh words.
She said against her will: "It's quite delicious."
Uncle Huo left with a satisfied look on his face.
Zhong Lingyu tried other dishes.
The dishes that should be savory are sweet.
The dish that should taste sweet is salty.
She always felt that Uncle Huo was deliberately looking for trouble and collecting debts from her, but she had no evidence.
It was cold at night, and Zhong Lingyu was too embarrassed to bother the servants.
After all, they don’t require much wages and they work hard.
She endured all kinds of messy smells and barely filled her stomach.
In October, Shaocheng was still warm in the evening.
Zhong Lingyu took a walk at night as usual.
In the garden, there was a swing set up. She sat on it and slowly felt the breeze.
Just as he was thinking about something, a shadow suddenly shrouded him from behind.
Zhong Lingyu was frightened for a moment. When she turned her head, she saw Uncle Huo behind her.
"Uncle Huo?"
Uncle Huo nodded slightly, and put his rough and wrinkled hands on the swing.
Zhong Lingyu slowly started to shake.
She was confused for a moment and then realized that Uncle Huo was pushing the swing for her.
He was cautious and somewhat ingratiating.
Zhong Lingyu smiled and said: "Uncle Huo, you saved my grandfather, just treat this as your home, there is no need to be so tight."
Uncle Huo smiled, staring at her beautiful and slender back with his clear eyes.
Zhong Lingyu didn't realize Uncle Huo was staring at her.
She looked at the disk-like moon and felt happy.
After a while, Uncle Huo patted her shoulder.
Zhong Lingyu was confused, "What's wrong?"
Uncle Huo took out a piece of crumpled paper and a pen, and wrote a few lines: [I just discovered that when I was cooking at night, I mixed up sugar and salt, which made the little lady laugh. There are still some ingredients in the kitchen. If you don't mind, come with me to the kitchen and I'll make it for you again. 】
Dumbfounded, Zhong Lingyu refused: "Uncle Huo, I'm full."
Uncle Huo is passionate and stubborn, and he insists on Zhong Lingyu going.
Having nothing to do in the evening, Zhong Lingyu had no choice but to follow Uncle Huo to the kitchen.
Uncle Huo cooked porridge for her.
As Zhong Lingyu drank, his eyes gradually became hot.
This taste is very similar to what her mother once made for her.
In a daze, Zhong Lingyu seemed to have returned to his childhood.
Her eyes were warm and she said sincerely: "Uncle Huo, thank you."
Uncle Huo's eyes were full of warmth, and he wrote on the paper: "Little Miss, as long as you like it." 】
Zhong Lingyu's doubts about Uncle Huo were completely gone.
She finished the porridge and then went to the ancestral hall in the Yun family's old house.
In the ancestral hall, there are many tablets.
Zhong Lingyu had long wanted to enshrine his mother's tablet here.
But the card wasn't ready yet, so she only put the necklace containing her mother's ashes on it.
Every night, Zhong Lingyu would come here to pay homage.
Uncle Huo pointed at the necklace and made two sounds.
Zhong Lingyu turned around and said, "Are you asking about this necklace?"
Uncle Huo wrote: [Why are necklaces hung in the ancestral hall? 】
"In this necklace, there are some of my mother's remaining ashes. If you put it here, it can be considered that my mother's soul has returned to her hometown." Zhong Lingyu touched the necklace.
Uncle Huo continued to write: [The necklace is very beautiful. 】
Zhong Lingyu smiled and said, "It's very beautiful."
[Did the little lady do it herself? What a dexterous hand! 】
"No, it was given by someone else." Zhong Lingyu said matter-of-factly.
[Surely it’s not a gift from ordinary people? Some of the materials for making this necklace are hard to find. 】
Zhong Lingyu looked at Uncle Huo and said with a smile, "You know quite a lot."
Uncle Huo: [I used to do business in various places. The more I see, the more I understand. 】
After thinking about it, Zhong Lingyu said: "The person who gave me the necklace... can be regarded as my former lover."
