ordinary human life

The two found a restaurant with local characteristics. When they were waiting for the food to be served, they saw Wanwan who was sitting across from him, who was sitting across from the table. Zhang Zhao.

Then I sent all the photos taken in the morning to Zhou Yujuan.

Zhou Yujuan had been busy with Sun Leyao all morning, and came back at noon to grab some food. She was sitting on the sofa to rest when she received a photo from He Sihai.

Seeing her daughter standing in various backgrounds, laughing loudly, with a funny little appearance, she couldn't help showing a little smile, and the fatigue in the morning was gone.

He Sihai took Wanwan to lunch, and the two came to Dengjiayingzi again.

……

Aunt Wu has come back and is sitting in the shop having lunch.

A very small table, on which there are two dishes, a very small potato roast, and a fried turnip.

She was sitting at the table, hunched over, looking particularly thin.

She ate in silence, looking out of the small shop from time to time.

The village was very quiet in the afternoon, and it was winter again, and there were not many chickens and dogs barking, and the whole world seemed to be silent.

Chishagui squatted beside her, looking at the dishes on the table curiously, reaching out to grab them, but he just passed through them, but he enjoyed it very much.

At this moment, Aunt Wu suddenly felt the light dim in front of her eyes.

Before she raised her head, she asked, "What do you want to buy?"

But when he raised his head, he was taken aback when he saw the person coming.

There were two people standing in front of the door, a young man with a cute child.

Aunt Wu was a little surprised, because she had never seen them before, and thought that they might be relatives from outside the village, after all, there was no one in the village she didn't know.

Aunt Wu put down the bowl and chopsticks and stood up. After all, she must be shopping in her shop.

"Hello." The young man greeted her with a smile.

This made Aunt Wu a little surprised and surprised, after all, few people said hello to her.

So he hurriedly said: "Hello, hello..."

After speaking, I felt that the other party was too polite, but I was a little embarrassed. I took a candy from the counter, handed it over and said, "Give it to the child."

The young man shook his head.

Then I saw the other party take out a crumpled flower from his pocket.

Aunt Wu didn't understand what the other party was doing, but at this moment, the crumpled flower in the young man's hand became delicate and beautiful at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a burning flame.

Aunt Wu blinked, thinking she had misread.

"Is this magic? I have no money?"

Aunt Wu sighed helplessly, but she still took a dollar from behind the counter and handed it over.

When He Sihai saw the one dollar handed over by Aunt Wu, he was a little stunned, then smiled, and reached out to take it.

"Thank you."

"You are young, and you have a child with you, what can you do wrong?"

After thinking about it, she took another bag of buns and handed it over.

"Give it to the child, don't starve the child."

There used to be beggars in rural areas who stood in front of the door and sang a song, danced a lion, or said a word of blessing, and they had to give money.

But Aunt Wu hadn't seen her for many years, and she didn't expect to see her again today.

Wanwan looked up at He Sihai, wondering if she should take it.

"Take it." He Sihai said.

"Thank you, grandma." Wanwan reached out to take it.

"What a polite child." Aunt Wu said.

He Sihai bent down and put the flowers on her low table.

"Just take the flowers back. I'm an old woman, what's the use of having flowers? I'm making fun of them." Aunt Wu said with a smile.

"Useful." He Sihai said.

That flower was placed right in front of Chisha Gui who was squatting beside the table.

When he smelled the fragrance of the other shore flower, his eyes became more and more agile, and the hand that had been foolishly grabbing the dinner plate on the table retracted back.

Soon his eyes regained clarity, and he stood up suddenly.

At this time, not only the stupidity and treachery recovered, but even the image changed.

Although he was still wearing the same clothes as before, he was no longer dirty like a beggar.

"Receive your lord." He saluted He Sihai respectfully.

"Remember?" He Sihai asked.

Stupidly nodded.

"Your wish is actually to see your mother?" He Sihai asked.

Chishagui nodded again, otherwise he wouldn't have found this place unconsciously under the circumstances of Chishasha.

"What are you talking about? Go to the next one if you have nothing to do. I still have to eat." Seeing He Sihai talking to himself, Aunt Wu was a little scared, so she wanted to drive them away.

He Sihai didn't speak, but stretched out his hand, and the Soul Lamp appeared in his hand.

Aunt Wu was a little surprised, and suddenly felt that the other party might not just want to perform a magic trick.

At this moment, the young man pointed out and lit the red lantern in his hand.

Chapter 587 Just Come Back

Seeing the people who suddenly appeared in the shop, Aunt Wu was stunned.

Staring blankly at each other, he didn't react for a while.

Looking at her foolishly, she cried softly with tears in her eyes: "Mom, I'm back."

"You...You Ming?" Aunt Wu asked with a face full of disbelief.

Just as Chishagui was about to speak, Aunt Wu felt dizzy and fell backwards.

Fortunately, He Sihai had quick hands and quick eyes, and moved around to support her directly.

"Mom..." Chishagui finally came to his senses, and hurried forward, feeling so nervous that he didn't know what to do.

"It's okay, it's just that I was suddenly stimulated and fainted."

As He Sihai said, he stretched out his fingers and tapped her forehead lightly, and Aunt Wu immediately opened her eyes slowly.

Why is divine power called divine power? It is simply a panacea.

"You Ming?" Aunt Wu opened her eyes, and immediately looked around. She was a little confused now, and she didn't know if it was real or just a dream.

"Mom, I'm here." Chishagui hurried forward.

It turned out that the stupid and cunning real name was Deng Youming.

"It's really you? You're back?" Aunt Wu struggled to sit up, impatiently reaching out to touch her son's cheek.

"It's me, Mom..."

Deng Youming choked with sobs, everything he wanted to say was blocked in his throat, but he just couldn't say it, because he didn't know where to start, and there were too many things he wanted to tell her.

"Have you eaten yet?" Aunt Wu asked.

She didn't ask why her son didn't come back for so many years, and there was no news.

Because to her, those are not important, as long as she comes back.

Deng Youming shook his head.

Aunt Wu groped his cheek, full of heartache, said: "I'm getting thinner, and I'm getting old."

"Mom..." Deng Youming's tears rolled down his face.

"How old are you, why are you crying? Just come back, just come back." Aunt Wu hugged him and patted her on the back lightly.

She was short and thin, and Deng Youming bowed and wept loudly in her arms.

He Sihai put down the soul lamp, pulled Wanwan and left quietly. They don't need to disturb the happy gathering time.

……

"You are really lucky. Mom just made your favorite pork belly and roasted potatoes today..." Aunt Wu picked up several pieces of meat and put them in Deng Youming's bowl.

She burned all the meat she bought in the morning, but she didn't bring it all out. She just filled a small portion to eat by herself, and kept the rest, which was enough for her to eat for several days.

Now that the son is back, he will naturally bring it all out.

"Hurry up and eat." Seeing her son in a daze, Aunt Wu urged.

"Okay." Deng Youming pawed at the rice bowl, but he couldn't taste anything because he had something on his mind.

"Unfortunately, there are only two dishes, but it doesn't matter, what do you want to eat, tell mom, mom will cook for you tonight..."

"Your dad has gone out to work, and he probably won't be back until the end of the year. I'll call him later and ask him to come back soon..."

"Your father is working outside while inquiring about you. It's also very hard..."

"It's a pity that I can't read, and no one wants an old woman to go out, so I stayed at home..."

"A few years ago, I didn't work in Tiantian. I couldn't do it alone, and I didn't make money, so I set up a small shop..."

"I don't make any money, it's just a living, and it's convenient for the villagers. They all sell small things, big things, and I can't get them back..."

"When you come back this time, don't leave. Mom dreamed of you last night. I didn't expect you to really come back today..."

"You have been outside all these years, how are you doing? How are you doing?..."

Deng Youming's hand holding the rice bowl trembled, tears dripped into the rice bowl, soaked into the rice, and was eaten by him.

Tears are really bitter.

Aunt Wu stood up, found a cup, poured a glass of water, put it in front of Deng Youming's desk, sighed deeply, and said, "Don't be sad, it will be all right when you come back."

"Mom..." Deng Youming raised his head, twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, but couldn't say anything.

"Are you still leaving?" Aunt Wu asked quietly.

Deng Youming nodded slightly.

Aunt Wu looked outside the door of the small shop. Across the empty road was an endless wilderness. The afternoon sun fell on the wilderness, which was so dazzling that tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

After a while, she withdrew her gaze, looked at her son next to her and asked, "Aren't you coming back after that?"

Deng Youming choked up and nodded.

Although Deng Youming nodded, Aunt Wu still asked again, "Aren't you coming back after that?"

"No... no... I'm back." Deng Youming put down his job and knelt down in front of Aunt Wu.

"Mom, I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry for you..."

Deng Youming kowtowed non-stop.

"What are you doing? Get up quickly, get up quickly..." Aunt Wu dragged him hard, but she swayed again, feeling dizzy again.

"Mom." Deng Youming hurriedly supported her.

"Mom's fine, mom's fine..." Aunt Wu waved her hand, her eyes fell on his face again.

"Youming, can you tell mom, where have you been all these years? Your father and I have been looking for you for a long time." Aunt Wu asked her son calmly.

"That year, Xiaochao asked me to work with him to decorate his house..."

Aunt Wu nodded. She knew all of this. Xiaochao was a child from the west of the village. He was the same age as her son. He was the one who called his son to go out to work together.

"Later, I met a man from Ningxiang. He said that there are many coal mines there, and the wages for digging coal are very high. The coal bosses are very rich, so I went with him..."

"Digging coal is very hard." Aunt Wu said distressedly.

"But that's a deception at all. It's a black kiln. If you go in, you can only...except die...just...just..." Deng Youming looked at Aunt Wu, but couldn't say the last few words.

But Aunt Wu couldn't stop crying.