Slow footsteps came from behind everyone.
The mother-in-law stepped on the short weeds that had grown out of the ground and walked over with a smile.
"Have you had breakfast?"
"Eat it!" The girl's eyes flashed, "The food grandpa cooked is really delicious."
The mother-in-law smiled and rubbed the girl's head.
About half a year has passed, and my mother-in-law has aged a lot. The wrinkles between her eyebrows and eyes are criss-crossed, and her already thin body looks even shorter.
The girl lowered her head and coughed a few times. Her mother-in-law suppressed the smile on her face, reached out and patted her back gently, "Is there any more medicine?"
"Also...cough cough cough...and," the girl panted slightly and raised her head, forcing a smile, "Mom left a lot of medicine for me, enough to eat."
The mother-in-law looked distressed. Looking at that childish smile, she just shook her head and was speechless.
"Grandma," the girl asked vaguely after she recovered, "did you say... that they have found a new home?"
The mother-in-law looked at the girl's clear black and white eyes and replied slowly, "Grandma doesn't know either."
"That's right," the girl lowered her eyebrows, "We only know what's happening in front of us."
The mother-in-law said reluctantly, "It will be fine."
"That's right," the girl raised her head and said firmly, "when we look back, dad, mom, and sister will be safe, right?"
The mother-in-law nodded slowly, "Yes."
"That's great," the girl's eyes were a little distracted, "I really want to see what the new home looks like..."
The mother-in-law didn't answer in silence, but her eyes were full of heartbreak. The girl seemed to feel that she had said something she shouldn't have said, so she pretended to be nothing, held her mother-in-law's hand with a smile, and said coquettishly, "Grandma, let's go, uncle, aunt and the others." We should be here soon, don’t let grandpa wait for us..."
Everyone followed the two of them and walked in the desolate village for a while before arriving at Wen Ling's home.
The tall and thin boy was sitting on the steps in front of Wen Ling's house. The boy saw the two of them from a distance and quickly patted his butt and stood up.
"Uncles and aunts are here," the boy waved to the two of them, "Quick, quick, they are making delicious food inside..."
Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by the aroma of food.
The boy babbled in their ears and said, "Grandpa's cooking is so delicious. What do you think? Anyway, it is much better than my parents and my mother. Even if I don't have this disease, I can eat the food they cook." I’m almost eating it to death…”
The girl responded with a smile, "My mother didn't ask grandpa whether the cooking tastes good...but I still like to eat."
After saying that, there was a trace of tears in her eyes. Seeing that the boy's expression was a little stiff, the girl immediately turned her head and sniffed hard, "Is this...the smell of soy sauce meat?"
"The nose is weird!" A familiar female voice like a silver bell came from the kitchen. Zhizhi's face poked out and said to the three people in the living room, "I made the sauce pork, not you." The chef asked grandpa, come in and taste it."
"Ah...Auntie, can you cook?" The boy ran over nervously.
"Hey, kid, why do you think I'm not good at cooking?"
"No, Auntie, it's just...meat is very expensive. If it's cooked badly..."
"You little guy really deserves a beating, come here and let me hit you twice!... Oh, don't hide behind your uncle if you can!..."
Everyone walked into the kitchen. The small kitchen was shrouded in smoke and white. Several people were crowded in the middle. The boy was running around, and Zhizhi chased after him while waving a rolling pin.
The boy hid behind a middle-aged man, who was sitting in a wheelchair. The two playful people were gesturing to each other across him. He smiled slightly and said nothing.
But then, the man turned his face.
He looked in their direction.
The man's eyes were straight and he looked like a blind man.
Everyone looked behind them in unison, thinking that someone else was coming from behind.
but none.
The man's slightly lighter eyes circled around them stiffly, and then he turned his wheelchair, groping around, and approached Grandpa Wenling next to the stove.
"Why does he look a bit blind?" Qin Yin said softly.
"Yes," Wen Ling nodded and replied, "Blind."
Her eyes were still focused on her grandfather.
"Are there also blind people in Sanyan?" Baomu asked in shock.
"Perhaps like the language system of asking spirits, it is also a taboo," Luo Jiutian said. "Those blind eyes might be able to see unusual things. From my perspective, he seems to have seen us."
Seeing everyone else's shocked reaction, Luo Jiutian shrugged, "I guessed it too, don't interrupt now, let's continue reading."
"Ask sir..." The man silently pushed the wheelchair behind Grandpa Wen Ling.
"Huh?" Grandpa Wenling lowered his head and looked at him.
The man whispered something in Grandpa Wenling's ear. After hearing this, Grandpa Wenling showed a mysterious smile.
"Don't worry, we do have guests today." After Grandpa Wenling said that, he turned around and started kneading the dough.
"Guest?" The boy next to him had a good ear and quickly answered, "Is anyone else coming?"
At this time, the girl and her mother-in-law also squeezed into the small kitchen and happened to hear these words.
The mother-in-law also asked, "Are there any guests?"
"Yes, we have guests."
Grandpa Wenling stopped what he was doing, paused, turned his back to them, bent down and took out a set of tableware from the cupboard, turned around and put it on the dining table.
The mother-in-law looked at the set of tableware and said, "Isn't this the tableware for asking the spirit?"
Everyone turned to look at Wen Ling, who was staring at the small brown wooden bowl, his pupils trembling.
"After we leave, we are just guests," Grandpa Wenling muttered, turned back to the stove, and started kneading the dough.
Xiaolan thought of something. She walked to the almanac hanging on the wall and saw that there was indeed a small mark on the page.
This day is Wen Ling’s birthday.
Xiaolan was speechless and silently walked back to Wenling, took out the tissue paper from her pocket and handed it to her.
But Wenling didn't cry. She returned the tissue to Xiaolan.
She just stared.
"Hey..." the boy said carelessly after watching Grandpa Wenling's Riddler behavior, "I thought someone was really coming, so I was shocked."
"What are you so scared of?" the girl asked teasingly.
"I...I'm afraid of life, isn't it?" The boy rolled his eyes and jumped to the rice pot.
"He lied," the girl pointed at the boy's back and joked, "Haha, I can see it, you are afraid that others will come and steal your food..."
The boy curled his lips bitterly and said, "Huh, it's amazing that you know how to tell lies. I can also look for things. If you have the ability, pick up the things and let me find them. I'll find them in no time..."
