Zhong Lingyu was so confused that she thought it was a dream.
It wasn't until she touched Uncle Huo's clothes that she realized it was true.
Uncle Huo is really back.
She was pleasantly surprised, "Uncle Huo, have you got your wife back?"
Uncle Huo was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
"Don't be sad." Zhong Lingyu comforted softly, "Since there is news, we will find it sooner or later. From now on, when you are not looking for your wife, you can just settle here and call this place your home."
Uncle Huo raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair.
Very generous palm.
Big and hot.
Zhong Lingyu touched his head, feeling familiar.
Before she had time to think, Uncle Huo brought the porridge.
He wanted to feed her, but Zhong Lingyu refused.
She laughed and said, "Uncle Huo, I just have a minor illness. I can do it myself."
Zhong Lingyu took the porridge and ate it in small bites.
It was Uncle Huo's cooking that suited her best.
Uncle Huo picked up a pen and paper and wrote: [Sister-in-law Wang said that the young lady is sick these days because she is busy with business, so she should pay attention to her health. 】
Zhong Lingyu felt warm in his stomach and heart.
She raised her eyes and smiled: "Uncle Huo, are you worried about me?"
Uncle Huo nodded.
After a pause, he added on the paper: [I treat the little lady as my own child. 】
Zhong Lingyu was puzzled, "Uncle Huo, where are you and your wife's child?"
Uncle Huo: [My wife and I have no children. 】
Pitiful.
He couldn't find his wife, and he had no children of his own, so he was all alone.
Zhong Lingyu felt sorry for Uncle Huo, "From now on we will be a family."
Uncle Huo curled his lips and smiled.
This was the first time Zhong Lingyu saw Uncle Huo smile.
But what she was embarrassed to say was that Uncle Huo smiled so ugly.
Worse than crying.
After drinking the porridge, Zhong Lingyu said he wanted to go outside for a walk.
Uncle Huo was very attentive and put a thick coat on her.
Zhong Lingyu exhaled thick white mist from his mouth, wrapped in a wind cloak, and said with emotion: "It has been nearly two months since I came to Shaocheng. Time flies so fast."
There was a mist in her eyes.
Uncle Huo looked at her quietly and wrote: [The young lady is from Yuncheng. Is there anyone you miss there? 】
"Yes, I have."
The corners of Uncle Huo's lips curled up.
Zhong Lingyu seamlessly said, "My only friend is right there."
Hearing this, Uncle Huo's face fell again.
Zhong Lingyu didn't notice Uncle Huo's expression.
She continued: "And..."
Uncle Huo's eyes lit up.
Zhong Lingyu said no more.
She didn't want to mention that name.
Uncle Huo asked: [Why didn’t you say anything? Who else? 】
"No one, I'm going to play on the swing for a while. I haven't played in a long time. Uncle Huo, please help me push."
Zhong Lingyu gathered her wind cloak tightly and sat on the swing.
Uncle Huo stood behind her and looked down at her.
Zhong Lingyu grasped the rope tightly and was about to enjoy some leisurely time when a sudden force came from behind and she was almost thrown off.
Her heart beat twice, she turned her head and said with lingering fear: "Uncle Huo, you pushed too hard."
Uncle Huo's lips curled downwards, looking unhappy.
But he still moved lightly with his hands.
Zhong Lingyu hung out on the swing for a while. When it got a little colder, she got up and went back to rest.
But he couldn't stand firm for a moment, and a pebble underneath stung his foot.
She leaned forward and fell forward uncontrollably.
Zhong Lingyu thought she would have a close hug with Dadi, so she subconsciously closed her eyes.
But the expected coldness and pain did not come, and instead fell into a warm embrace.
Opening his eyes, Zhong Lingyu saw Uncle Huo's wrinkled face.
A vague scent of soap lingers on the tip of the nose.
Zhong Lingyu's heart trembled quietly.
She stared blankly into Uncle Huo's eyes.
Those eyes, so familiar.
The once unbelievable thoughts slowly filled my mind again.
When she was stunned, Uncle Huo had already helped her up and wrote: "Little miss, are you okay?" 】
Zhong Lingyu looked at him, a little absent-minded.
After a moment's delay, she shook her head and said, "It's okay."
Uncle Huo helped Zhong Lingyu and went back to the room to rest.
Zhong Lingyu was lying alone, tossing and turning.
That familiar smell.
And Uncle Huo’s eyes...
Could it really be him?
Zhong Lingyu bit her lip and decided to spy tonight.
Shortly after dinner, when everything was quiet, Zhong Lingyu sneaked into the small courtyard where Uncle Huo was.
She pressed against the wall, her nimble and slender body moving through the dark night.
Yun Zhai's house is very quaint, and some of the windows are broken and barely made of paper, so you can easily peek inside.
Zhong Lingyu carefully stuck out his head, and then looked inside through the small gap.
There were very bright candles burning inside.
You can see Uncle Huo at a glance.
He was sitting on the bed, motionless.
Zhong Lingyu was confused, was this meditating?
That’s all, wait for now.
Wait until later, Uncle Huo will go to bed.
He always has to take off his clothes, wash his face and so on.
Although peeping was immoral, Zhong Lingyu just felt that Uncle Huo was him.
She waited quietly.
From seven to seven thirty in the evening, Zhong Lingyu lay quietly at the window and peeked, while Uncle Huo meditated.
From half past seven to eight o'clock, Zhong Lingyu was shivering from the cold. She tightened her wind cloak to protect against the cold wind, but still insisted on peeking while Uncle Huo meditated.
...
At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhong Lingyu was almost turned into an ice sculpture, and Uncle Huo was still meditating.
It's really nice to sit on.
Aren't you afraid of numb legs?
Zhong Lingyu is too cold and can't stay any longer.
She carefully sniffed the snot back and then returned to her room.
This doesn't mean she gives up.
Zhong Lingyu thought that based on Uncle Huo's meditating condition, it would be just in time for her to go there if she waited another hour.
She sat in her room, drinking hot water and warming herself.
When the time was almost up, she continued.
But when we arrived at Uncle Huo's yard, the lights had gone out.
Zhong Lingyu looked inside and could vaguely see the tall and tall silhouette on the bed.
Is this...sleeping?
Zhong Lingyu was furious.
In other words, while she was keeping warm, Uncle Huo had already finished cleaning and went to bed.
What an unfortunate coincidence.
That's all, come back tomorrow night.
Zhong Lingyu was not discouraged.
During the day, she got along with Uncle Huo normally.
In the evening, she went to Uncle Huo's place again.
Zhong Lingyu memorized Uncle Huo's schedule.
So I specifically picked the time between when he was meditating and when he fell asleep, and lay down by the wall to peek.
Sure enough, Uncle Huo didn't sleep.
His back was to her, wearing only a thin bunt.
There was a bathtub in the house with hot water coming out of it.
It seemed that Uncle Huo was about to take a bath.
One by one, he unbuttoned the buttons.
Zhong Lingyu looked inside intently.
She was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
Time seems to have slowed down, which makes people very anxious.
Uncle Huo also moved slowly.
He finally took off his upper clothes.
Zhong Lingyu was stunned.
This is not Shen Huaizhou's body.
Shen Huaizhou's tendons are not exaggeratedly muscular, and his figure is just right.
But Uncle Huo's upper body was wrinkled and there were many blue and black scars.
The meat on the belly is also in one piece, not fat, but a little loose.
It seems that she really thinks too much.
Uncle Huo is not Shen Huaizhou at all.
After all, his handwriting is not like Shen Huaizhou's, and he is still lame.
The food tastes very different from Shen Huaizhou's.
Zhong Lingyu rubbed his eyebrows and scolded himself for being suspicious.
At this time, a person suddenly came up behind him.
The man spoke softly and frightened Zhong Lingyu.
"Little miss, it turns out you have a habit of peeking at men taking baths."
