After Mo Tingyu stood up, he turned his head to look at the woods where his son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were buried. After a glance, he turned back and looked down at the quiet little baby in the basin, and then he took a big step. Walking towards home.
Mo Tingyu came out early, and even though he was delayed for a while before going back, he didn't meet anyone on the road.
The houses in Nanwan Village are one house next to the other, and most of them share a wall, so they are connected from left to right. Your house is connected to a large courtyard surrounded by my house.
There are also some newly built houses farther away from the big courtyard. Some of these families have grown up in Nanwan Village for generations, and there are also a few new families who have settled there.
Some families whose ancestors have lived in the village found new places and built new houses to live in because their lives became more affluent. Of course, there are also people who have no choice but to find a place and build a new house for their children and grandchildren to live in because there are too many children and grandchildren in the family.
Whether they are villagers who live together in a house connected to each other in a courtyard, or villagers who live in separate houses, although we are not as close as one family on weekdays, we are still one family in need, and help from all directions is like a family. After the Mo family's accidents happened one after another, many people in the village also contributed a lot. Several families even sent some money to the Mo family to help the two elders of the Mo family tide over the difficulties.
The Mo family does not live in the middle of the village. Their house was built in the early years when the family was still living well. It is adjacent to the Han family who teaches in the town.
After Mo Tingyu went out early in the morning, his wife Song Nanzhi sat blankly for a while. Finally, he looked at the empty bed, endured the discomfort in his heart, propped up his weak body and went to the kitchen to prepare a bite to eat and wait. The old man will have something to eat when he comes back.
Before the accident between his son and his wife, although the family was not wealthy, they were still able to live well. Since my son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter passed away one after another, I have spent all the money at home. I have even taken out the more valuable things in the house and exchanged them for money. If I hadn’t thought about saving some food for my belly, I would have lost the last bit of food. They all have to be carried to the town and sold together. Now the life is getting harder and harder every day.
On the way back, Mo Tingyu took three steps and two steps at a time, one step bigger than the other. He wished he could enter the house by lifting his feet.
About a quarter of an hour later, when he stepped into the house, Mo Tingyu finally felt relieved. Along the way, he was not only afraid that someone would see him and ask, but he was also afraid that the baby in the basin would cry and attract attention. , now I finally don’t have to worry about it anymore.
The room Mo Tingyu entered was the bedroom where he and his wife Song Nanzhi rested. The bedroom was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. There was a dining table in the outside room. There were four long benches beside the table. Opposite the table was a larger table. The large black-painted cabinet, which is not much smaller, has lost a lot of paint in the area where the cabinet door is often opened.
Next to the cabinet, there is a shelf near the door, and there is a wooden basin on the shelf. A piece of white cloth with a hole in it was hung on the top wooden beam of the shelf. It was obvious from the wooden basin that the white cloth was used for washing face and hands.
The tables, benches, cabinets, wooden shelves and the wooden basins on the wooden shelves are all that the outer room has and nothing else.
After Mo Tingyu entered the house, he placed the wooden basin tightly in his arms on the table.
After putting it away, he returned to the door, stretched out his head and shouted to the kitchen next door: "Old lady, come here quickly."
Song Nanzhi is cooking porridge in the pot. It is called porridge, but it is actually similar to rice soup.
There was half a handful of rice grains in the pot. When the porridge was almost ready, a large handful of wild rice leaves pinched from the fields were put into the pot and cooked together.
The vegetable porridge has been cooked, and Song Nanzhi is cutting the radish taken out of the kimchi jar into cubes. Only after hearing the shout of the old man Mo Tingyu did he know that he has come back. With his return, his heart became emptier. , took a deep breath before responding: "Here he comes."
He said it was coming, but the knife under his hand did not stop. After cutting the red pickled radish, he used the kitchen knife to shovel all the neatly cut radish pieces onto the knife body and poured them into the pot. In the prepared bowl, he washed his hands in the basin beside him before walking out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom.
Song Nanzhi walked to the door and saw a dripping Mo Tingyu standing at the table. He was immediately startled and walked to Mo Tingyu in a few steps, "What's going on?"
I'm so happy that it's summer now, and it's so hot in June. Otherwise, he would have been unable to bear it.
But if it was winter, would Mo Tingyu be afraid? He would also jump into the river nonchalantly, not caring that he was still dripping with water. He just pointed at the wooden basin on the table and said, "Look at what this is?"
Looking along Mo Tingyu's hand, he saw a little baby lying quietly in the wooden basin on the table.
Looking at the little baby, Song Nanzhi was full of surprise. He turned to look at Mo Tingyu, "Old man, where did this little baby come from?" He was very surprised at the little baby the old man brought back.
Mo Tingyu sighed, "Maybe Cong'er has a spirit in heaven and has given us a granddaughter."
After finishing speaking, he continued: "After I sent Wanwan to her parents, I went to the river to wash my hands when I came back. Then I heard a baby crying. At first, I thought it was me who was on duty. Then the sound got louder and louder, and then I saw a wooden basin floating in the river. The baby's cry came from the basin. I quickly jumped into the river to catch the basin. After catching it, I saw that there was really something in the basin. A doll."
"She will be our granddaughter Mo Ziwan from now on." Old Man Mo said again that the little baby in front of him was his granddaughter.
After listening to the old man's words, Song Nanzhi's already dry eyes welled up with tears at this time, and he choked and responded: "Okay, from now on, she will be our Wan Wan, our biological granddaughter."
Lin Qing looked at Song Nanzhi who came closer to her eyes, and saw the tears welling up in her eyes. Lin Qing also felt sour in her heart. The saddest thing in the world is that a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift. The two old men in front of them were still suffering from the pain of losing their son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter.
Just like the old man in front of him, his parents in his previous life must also bear the blow of his passing. Fortunately, he still has a younger brother, but the old man in front of him...
When the old man's tears were rolling down, Lin Qing endured the reluctance and longing for his parents in his previous life, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and raised the corners of his mouth to face the grandma in front of him. No matter how hard life is, the living people still can't bear it. You have to continue living. From now on, I will be your granddaughter. You raise me and I will accompany you until you grow old.
Looking at Lin Qing with the corners of her mouth turned up, Song Nanzhi pulled her sleeves, wiped her eyes roughly, and hurriedly picked up Lin Qing in the basin. With red eyes and tears, she looked at Xiao Lin Qing choking. Said: "Baby, you will be our granddaughter from now on."
Then he pointed at Old Man Mo and said, "He is your grandfather." After that, he added, "I am grandma. Your grandparents will definitely take good care of you in the future."
Holding the baby in his arms, Song Nanzhi truly felt that their granddaughter Mo Ziwan was back.
Mo Tingyu looked at his wife's eyes, which were red, and his eyes were red too. But thinking about the baby in his arms and crying heartbrokenly in the river, he was afraid that he would be thirsty or hungry, so he rubbed his eyes and said : "Stop crying, go and make some rice cereal. I'm afraid Wanwan is thirsty and hungry."
After listening to the words of the two old men, Song Nanzhi hurriedly sent the baby in his arms to Mo Tingyu's arms, but when he saw that he was still dripping with water, he urged him to change clothes, "Go quickly I changed my clothes to hug Wanwan. Only when you hold her can I go make porridge for Wanwan.
Mo Tingyu didn't waste any more time after Song Nanzhi's words, and immediately turned around and went into the back room to change clothes.
After changing clothes and coming out, Song Nanzhi was feeding Mo Ziyuan water with a bowl in hand. Mo Ziyuan, who had cried for half the night, finally had water to drink.
She swore that this was the best water she had ever drunk in her entire life.
The entrance is sweet and refreshing. The moment the sweet and refreshing water enters the mouth, the pore cells all over the body are opened, and everywhere you go feels comfortable.
At this moment, she suddenly realized! Clearly! It turns out that those things written in the fairy world about taking miraculous medicines or drinking holy water can cleanse the muscles and open up the Ren and Du meridians, as if they were reborn. Otherwise, how could I feel that my limbs feel so refreshed now? , feeling energetic and alive again.
After half a bowl of water, Lin Qing, now Mo Ziwan, felt that she was truly alive.
Perhaps the half bowl of divine water given to her by Song Nanzhi was so powerful that Mo Ziwan was not only filled with vitality, but also immediately expelled the filth from her body.
Mo Ziwan, who came back to life, realized later, and found with great sadness and anger that she had peed her pants!
Feeling the moisture under her body, she quipped in embarrassment: The magic fruit really has miraculous effects. Just half a bowl of water not only made her feel like she was reborn, but also allowed her to pass up and down, and immediately eliminated the filth from her body!
After secretly mocking him, he started shouting at Song Zhang Nanzhi, reminding her that she peed her pants.
Wearing light clothes in summer, Song Nanzhi naturally felt the warm moisture coming from the dress. When he saw his granddaughter puckering her lips, she screamed and said with a smile: "You are naughty, peeing while eating!" Then he turned to face the change. Old Man Mo, who came out with good clothes, said: "Wanwan peed, I will change her clothes and then make rice cereal."
Mo Tingyu looked at his wife who was in high spirits. The granddaughter was back and the family was full of vitality. "You just bring the wand, and I'll make rice porridge." The son and daughter-in-law were not here, but the two of them were here with the granddaughter. Taking care of him, he makes porridge and cooks a lot on weekdays.
Song Nanzhi didn't stop him. Firstly, there were not so many rules in the farmer's family. Moreover, she was really reluctant to let go of the soft granddaughter in her arms. She said: "Then you go and endure it. Let's endure it less first. If you can endure it, Make it thinner and thicker to prevent it from being unpalatable.”
After speaking, Song Nanzhi carried Mo Ziyuan into the bedroom.
The inner room is as simple as the outer room. In addition to a bed, there is a black wardrobe standing against the wall, and a box on a wooden frame. The wooden frame is about half a person high, plus the box placed on it. , only reached the adults' shoulders, and there was an oil lamp placed on top of the box.
After entering the inner room, Song Nanzhi sat by the bed and took off the clothes on Mo Ziwan. She moved gently and carefully, but even though she could not be lighter, Mo Ziwan couldn't help but scream.
When Song Nanzhi heard Mo Ziwan's cry, her hands became even gentler, and she murmured softly: "If Wan Wan doesn't cry, is grandma hurting Wan Wan? Grandma should be gentler, and my good granddaughter won't cry anymore!"
After untying his clothes, Song Nanzhi saw the knot on Mo Ziwan's navel. A quick look at the knot revealed that the umbilical cord had just been cut, and the knotted umbilical cord was still stained with blood.
Looking at the umbilical cord that was still stained with blood, Song Nanzhi's love and affection for Mo Ziwan came like a flood in his heart, "We, Wen Wan, were just born, and our flesh and skin are still very tender and firm. It's all because of grandma's clumsiness that it hurt Wan Wan." As he spoke, his hands became even gentler.
After listening to her grandma's whisper, Mo Ziwan wanted to hold back from crying, but after tearing off the clothes that were stuck to the back of her right shoulder, she still twitched uncontrollably, and then her crying became louder and her tears became even more wet. It kept falling.
After her clothes were taken off, Song Nanzhi discovered that there was a burn mark about half an inch long and as thick as the head of a chopstick just below her right shoulder. The wound was opened again by taking off her clothes, and the wound began to bleed again. The blood came.
Seeing the blood on Mo Ziwan's shoulder, Song Nanzhi was so frightened that he immediately shouted urgently, "Old man, old man, come here! Come here quickly."
