"Why don't you see Meng Chen and Tingchen?" Shui Shangqing asked about the others after seeing that Mr. Huo's mood was stable.
Huo Lao smiled and pointed in the direction of the mountains: "Meng Chen took Tingchen to collect prey from a trap on the mountain. It's halfway up the mountain. He should be back soon."
"In that case, I have nothing else to do, so I will go home."
"Okay, I'll have to trouble you to deliver messages from now on." When Mr. Huo got the news about his son, he felt like he had regained his life after eating ginseng fruit. There were more words and smiles.
"It's okay, these are all easy tasks." After saying goodbye again, Shui Shangqing left the landlord's old house.
About an hour later, Su Mengchen returned with Huo Tingchen fully loaded with pheasants, rabbits, and some frozen birds in their baskets.
"Grandpa, we're back." Huo Tingchen arrived before he even entered the door.
When the two people who were out went into their bedroom, they saw Mr. Huo looking at them with a smile. It's the kind of real happiness, not the forced smile of the past.
"Is grandpa happy because he knows we will have a big harvest today?" Huo Tingchen came to Mr. Huo and acted coquettishly. He was no longer the boring gourd he was when he first came here.
Su Mengchen took the prey he brought to the yard to deal with it, leaving space for his grandfather and grandson. Huo Laocai gave the letter written by his son to his grandson.
"Tingchen, your father is still alive. He is a scientific researcher. He has not contacted us in order to keep his research confidential.
Just look at it and you will know that we will leave here one day. He has been working hard for us. "
Huo Tingchen took the letter, read it quickly, and returned it to his grandfather. He said calmly: "I think life here is pretty good. We have grandpa and Uncle Su. No one will bully us. As long as we work hard, we can have enough food and warm clothes."
After all, no matter what the reason was, when he and his grandfather were beaten, scolded, and insulted by those bad people, his father never showed up.
Those who used to be kind showed their ugly faces to him and his grandfather. Beating and throwing dirty water were commonplace. Many times, he thought he might not survive the next day.
It was Uncle Su who found them and found a way to change their decentralized location, which resulted in the peace they have now.
Here he can study and make friends. You won’t feel like you’re living like a bedbug, anyone can step on you.
"Tingchen, your father is looking forward to us coming home. We are the closest people in the world."
Huo Tingchen gave his grandfather a fake smile: "Grandpa, it's quite cold outside. I'm going to help Uncle Su. Make delicious food for lunch."
After saying that, he went out, squatted next to Su Mengchen, and skinned the rabbit with the knife he carried.
Su Mengchen had an extraordinary ear and heard the conversation between the two, but he did not persuade them. After all, everyone had their own ideas.
When he got the news and found Mr. Huo and Huo Tingchen, the child was already autistic. It was the people and things in Qingshui Village that made him return to normal, which was already rare.
Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered. Su Mengchen has always been a person who can handle everything, but it was only because Mr. Huo was kind to him that he was willing to give up his future, just to protect the safety of his grandfather and grandson.
"Would you like to send two pheasants to Bingyue? She likes good-looking and delicious things."
When Huo Tingchen heard what Su Mengchen said, he asked sheepishly: "Is it really okay? After all, Uncle Su dug the trap, and I just followed him to run errands."
"There is no need to be so clear-cut between us. Besides, I also like Bingyue very much. Chief Shui and his family are all good people."
Huo Tingchen wiped the blood off his hands with clean snow. I picked two medium-sized pheasants, tied them with a rope, held them in my hands, and went out happily.
Shen Dongsheng stood leaning against the door, eating the fried soybeans leisurely in his hand, and said with a slight smile: "Meng Chen, you are not old, but you are quite good at raising children. You will definitely be a good father in the future."
"Mr. Shen is ridiculous. I just try to put myself in someone else's shoes. There is no big deal between life and death. The only thing left is to be happy and live freely."
"Yes, living is a kind of happiness, why bother with others. People who are trapped in memories are not worth it."
On the other side, when Huo Tingchen was carrying two pheasants to Shui's house, he found a fat white goose on the frozen river that kept slipping on the ice and could not get to the shore.
He put the pheasant in his hand on the shore, walked carefully to the ice, got close to the big white goose, grabbed its neck, lifted it to the shore, and tied the feet of the big white goose with the rope that tied the pheasant.
Walking towards Shui's house with a pheasant in one hand and a big white goose in the other. The goose kept quacking all the way. It never imagined that if it just wanted to go to the river to find food, it would never be able to go back.
Fortunately, he soon arrived at the door of Bingyue's house, and Huo Tingchen raised his hand and knocked on the door. It was Liu Xuemei who came to open the door.
"Hey, Tingchen, why are you here? Come in quickly, it's cold outside."
The two of them entered the main room together and felt warm instantly.
"Hey, this is my gift to my uncle and aunt." Huo Tingchen handed over the pheasant and goose in his hand.
Liu Xuemei knew that he had a strong self-esteem, so she accepted it: "Tingchen is getting more and more powerful now. The big goose is not easy to catch."
"It just happened that on my way here, I saw it unable to stand up on the ice, so I caught it."
"It's almost noon, you can stay here for lunch. Let's stew the goose in the iron pot."
"It still doesn't work. I just came here to deliver the pheasants. I still have to go back to eat."
Seeing Huo Tingchen's insistence, Liu Xuemei went to the kitchen and picked up a five-pound piece of roe deer meat and handed it to him along with a large carp.
"Then take these things back and add them to the menu. Don't miss them on New Year's Day this year."
Huo Tingchen took the things and asked, "Isn't sister Bingyue at home?"
"She went out to play with some of her brothers. I don't know when they will come back. Anyway, there is nothing big going on today."
"That's it, then I'll go back."
"Okay, come and play at home another day if you have nothing to do." Liu Xuemei sent the man to the entrance of the hospital and watched him go away.
It’s really a pity that I haven’t seen Sister Bingyue for a long time. He is older now and knows that he can't always come to Bingyue. Another thing is that he still has taboos about his current identity.
I went back with the good things, but I wasn't that happy because I didn't see the person I wanted to see.
Shui Bingyue, who followed her brothers around the village, came back soon. The small satchel in front of her was stuffed with delicious fried mountain products by the uncles, aunts and uncles in the village.
As soon as she came back, she ran to the kitchen to find Liu Xuemei: "Mom, I'm back. I have something delicious to give you."
