The Muzichuan family.
When Yang Ruoqing arrived at a sprint speed of 100 meters, Mu Zichuan and Luo Fengtang stood at the door of the west room where Zichuan's mother was, talking in a low voice.
"Zichuan, are you back?"
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's voice from behind, Muzichuan, who was talking, turned around.
"Qing'er, why are you here too?" Mu Zichuan asked in surprise, a hint of surprise and surprise flashed across his eyes.
Beside him, Luo Fengtang also looked at the slim figure stepping into the house and said, "She must have heard the news about your return from my uncle, so she ran here without even bothering to have a fever during lunch."
When Mu Zichuan heard this, a touch of emotion appeared on his pale and thin face.
He stepped forward and greeted the door, "Qing'er."
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and saw Mu Zichuan in front of her. The first thing she felt was that he had lost weight.
The snow-green gown on this body seems to be empty inside, and the dark hair is not pulled up high, but is hanging down behind her and fastened with a green jade hairpin.
Two long strands of hair hung down from his temples respectively. The wind blew in from the door and lifted up the two strands of his hair, adding a bit of haggard and depression to his pale and handsome appearance.
This was completely different from the high-spirited mood when I saw him last time.
"I heard that my godmother was ill, so I came here to see her." She told Mu Zichuan, looking over his shoulder to the door of the west room not far behind him.
Mu Zichuan said: "Well, my mother is indeed a little sick. She is in the house. You can go in."
He immediately stepped aside and Yang Ruoqing hurried to the west room where Zichuan Niang was.
When she passed by Luo Fengtang, she glanced at him, and he nodded slightly towards her. It was an encouraging look, and Yang Ruoqing pushed open the ajar door of the west room.
Although the west room was tidied up, there was still a musty smell and dampness.
This is due to the fact that no one has lived in it for a long time and the house lacks popularity.
On a semi-old old-fashioned bed, Zichuan Niang lay there, squinting her eyes.
When she heard the noise, she turned around and saw Yang Ruoqing, with a hint of joy in her eyes.
"Qing'er, you're here..."
She struggled to sit up, and Yang Ruoqing quickly stepped forward to support her: "Godmother, you can just lie down, there is no need to get up."
Zichuan Niang smiled, then lay back down again, looking sideways at Yang Ruoqing who was standing beside the bed: "Are your parents, and the children okay?"
Yang Ruoqing was also looking at Zichuan Niang, secretly shocked in her heart.
After not seeing her for half a year, my godmother seemed like a different person. She was skinny and skinny, and her eye sockets were sunken.
His face was sallow and sallow, and he lay there with his hair messy and scattered on the pillow, like a large black rag, which had lost its former luster.
Look at the hands exposed outside the quilt, and the body that is almost like a broom under the quilt...
Yang Ruoqing's nose felt sour and she almost shed tears.
But it is taboo to shed tears in front of patients.
She had to take a deep breath, push back her tears, pick up Zichuan's previous question, smile gently and say, "Mom, dad, and the children are all fine."
"That's good!" Zichuan Niang said softly.
Her eyes moved from Yang Ruoqing to Luo Fengtang, who followed Yang Ruoqing into the room.
"So, you two, are you both in good health?" Zichuan Niang asked again.
Yang Ruoqing nodded again: "Okay, everything is fine."
Zichuan Niang smiled, "As long as everything is good, these gold and silver treasures, high officials and generous salaries, in the final analysis are just external possessions. They will not be taken with you in life or death. Only if your body is good, can you It’s really good!”
Yang Ruoqing nodded vigorously. She would probably feel this way for everyone who is bedridden!
In the face of the strong desire to survive, the struggle for fame and fortune really becomes meaningless. It is just a delusion, a greed, and an obsession.
"Qing'er, Fengtang, sit down for a while!"
Muzichuan brought two stools from the main room and greeted them both.
Luo Fengtang did not sit down in a hurry, but looked at Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing said to Mu Zichuan: "I won't sit down now. I heard from my uncle that you and your godmother are back, so I came over to take a look. I want you to stop cooking at noon. My lunch has been cooked. alright."
Speaking of this, Yang Ruoqing glanced at Zichuan Niang who was lying on the bed, took a step forward, held Zichuan Niang's hand and said softly: "Godmother, I will bring you a bowl of rice later, what do you want to eat?" ?”
Zichuan Niang looked at Yang Ruoqing with a look of relief and said: "No need to send it away, you are always troublesome. I will let Zichuan go to dinner with you later. Just bring me a bowl of rice soup when you come back. I'm not hungry either..."
"Mom, how about rice soup? The doctor said you need to eat more nourishing food for your body!" Mu Zichuan leaned over and advised.
Zichuan Niang smiled bitterly: "I know that eating those good things is a waste, not to mention I have no appetite."
"Mom, don't say that. The doctor said, don't have random thoughts about this disease!" Mu Zichuan said a little stubbornly, like a child who would not allow his mother to say anything bad.
Even if it was the truth, he would not allow it, otherwise he would cheat and lose his temper.
Zichuan Niang naturally knew her son's temper. She smiled helplessly and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Then you can ask Zichuan later. He knows exactly what the doctor told me to eat and what I should avoid. I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep for a while. , you all go to eat, there is no need to keep anyone here."
Seeing the gradually deepening fatigue in Zichuan Niang's eyes, Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly.
"Okay, I understand. Godmother, please close your eyes and take a good rest," she said.
After putting down the tent and closing the door, the three of them came to the main room.
Yang Ruoqing looked at the house that had been tidied up, and asked Mu Zichuan, "You just arrived today, how come you still have time to tidy up this house?"
Mu Zichuan said: "When we left in the first month of the year, we actually left a sum of money at the homes of my two uncles."
"I told them to come to my house every ten days to tidy up, dry what needs to be dried, and ventilate what needs to be ventilated."
But obviously, after they took the money, they just cleaned the fallen leaves in the yard and the dust in the house as a routine. As for drying and ventilation, they were not that concerned.
Otherwise, you won't smell a musty smell when you walk in.
Everyone knows these things well.
Zichuan's mother was lying on the bed next door. It was not convenient for Yang Ruoqing to go to Zichuan's uncle's house. She could only say: "Zichuan, you and Tang Yazi go over to eat first. I will stay here with my godmother."
"Wait until you finish eating, then come over and replace me. I'm afraid that there is no one around my godmother, so it will be inconvenient for me to drink water later," she said.
Mu Zichuan said: "When we got home before, a lot of people came over from the neighbors, and some people kindly offered to bring tea and meals, but I declined."
