After the system ran, I took off with my family

Xiaohe Village is located on a flat land. The village is surrounded by fields and a river runs through the entire village.

It was the spring ploughing season, and people could be seen everywhere in the fields wielding hoes and plowing the land. There were also a few children on the roadside and under the trees, digging something with their buttocks sticking out.

The carriage rumbled towards the village. People who were working hard in the fields by the roadside heard the noise, looked up, and then whispered to each other.

The brave children under the tree threw away the mud in their hands and ran after the carriage.

Meihua in the carriage lifted the curtain and looked at the familiar place with tears in her eyes. During the half month she was locked up in the Wan Mansion, she once thought that she would eventually be buried under the peony flowers and never thought that she could come back.

A sharp-eyed child saw Meihua through the car window and shouted excitedly: "Sister Meihua is back! Sister Meihua is back!"

The people working in the fields were surprised to hear the children's shouts, and then they dropped their hoes and chased after the carriage.

In a square farmyard in the village, Zheng Dali squatted in front of a small stove, fanning the fire in the stove from time to time with a palm-leaf fan in his hand. The stove made a gurgling sound, and the whole kitchen was filled with a bitter smell of medicine.

"Uncle Dali! Uncle Dali! Sister Meihua is back!" A sturdy boy ran into the kitchen excitedly, shouting.

"What?" Zheng Dali stood up suddenly and stared at the boy who brought the news with wide eyes.

The boy nodded excitedly: "Uncle Dali, a carriage came to the village, and I saw Sister Meihua in the carriage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Dali dropped the palm-leaf fan and ran outside quickly.

At this time, there were many children and villagers following the carriage on both sides, so Qingyuan had to slow down and walk slowly towards Meihua's house.

The villagers looked at Meihua, who had just come out of the carriage and was sitting on the frame. They saw that she was wearing new cotton clothes and her hair was combed neatly. Except that she was a little thinner than before, there was basically no change in her.

"Meihua, where have you been? Your parents have been looking for you for half a month, and your mother is so worried that she's sick!" The speaker was Aunt Chunsheng, Meihua's neighbor. These days, when Zheng Dali went out to work, she helped to make medicine for Meihua's mother.

When Meihua heard that her mother was ill, she hurriedly asked, "Aunt Chunsheng, is my mother feeling better now? Has she gone to see a doctor?"

"Meihua, where have you been enjoying yourself for the past half month? Your clothes are so beautiful!" An old lady with slanted eyes smiled maliciously, as if she was complacent about having caught Meihua.

When other villagers heard her words, some of them showed meaningful expressions, but some villagers still looked at the old lady who was speaking with displeasure.

"Li Dahua, if you don't know how to speak, just shut up!" Aunt Chunsheng pointed at Li Dahua with her hands on her hips and shouted angrily.

When Meihua saw the uncles, aunts and other women's meaningful, even contemptuous expressions and strange looks, she felt as if her throat was blocked by something. She wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound. Then she lowered her head, and the bitterness in her eyes made her eyes red.

"Thank you all the aunties and uncles for your concern for Meihua. I was wondering why Meihua was in such a hurry to go home right after waking up. It turns out that the aunties and uncles in our Xiaohe Village are so warm and kind, and care so much about Meihua." Lin Shuyue lifted the curtain of the carriage and loudly praised the people of Xiaohe Village.

Then she smiled and patted Meihua's shoulder, saying playfully, "Meihua, no matter how I asked you to stay at my house for a few more days, you refused. You wanted to go home as soon as you woke up. With such good uncles and aunts caring about you, I would not be willing to leave if it were me."

Her words directly shut Li Dahua's mouth. The villagers who were originally enjoying the show blushed slightly after hearing Lin Shuyue's words.

Some shameless villagers immediately changed their attitude when they saw Lin Shuyue's extraordinary demeanor, carriage and servants, "Miss, you have good taste. We usually take good care of Meihua. I held her in my arms when she was a child!"

“I hugged her too!”

...

Lin Shuyue smiled on the surface, but was actually complaining in his heart that the speed at which these people changed their faces was almost catching up with the "Sichuan Opera Face Changing", a national quintessence from his previous life.

Only Aunt Chunsheng and a few other aunts who were close to Meihua's family looked at Meihua with some concern. It turned out that Meihua had been in a coma for half a month. The child had suffered a lot.

Meihua felt ironic listening to what these people said. It turned out that human nature was not as good as she thought. The aunt who usually smiled at her now used the sharpest words to hurt her. Before this, she naively thought that as long as her parents were good to her, it would be enough.

At this moment, a pair of delicate hands pinched her hands, awakening her from her depressed mood. She looked up at Lin Shuyue with gratitude in her eyes.

"plum bossom!"

An excited voice came from the path ahead. Meihua could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes when she heard the familiar voice.

"Dad! It's me! I'm back!" She jumped off the carriage and ran towards the man in front who was so excited that he could hardly stand.

Lin Shuyue also got off the carriage and walked towards the tearful father and daughter, and the onlookers followed.

When Meihua and Zheng Dali saw everyone coming over, they quickly wiped the tears from their faces and calmed down.

When Lin Shuyue approached, Meihua excitedly introduced her to Zheng Dali: "Dad, this is my savior. If it weren't for my sister saving me, I..."

"Uncle Zheng, how are you?" Lin Shuyue stepped forward and bowed, interrupting Meihua's words.

Zheng Dali saw that Lin Shuyue, who had an extraordinary demeanor, was a little reserved, so he waved his hand and said, "All good, all good. Thank you, young lady, for saving my plum blossom."

Then he looked Meihua up and down with concern and asked anxiously, "Meihua? Are you in danger? Are you okay? Where have you been for the past half month? Your mother and I were so worried."

"Dad..." Meihua couldn't help crying again when she thought about what happened in the past half month.

"Uncle Zheng, this is what happened. Half a month ago, Meihua was hit on the head by a flowerpot that fell from the second floor of a shop on the street. She fainted on the spot.

I happened to be drinking tea in the teahouse opposite at that time. When I heard the noise, I sent Meihua to the pharmacy, but the doctor said that the injury was quite serious and there was blood clot in the brain, so I didn't know if she could wake up.

Because I couldn't find her family at the time, I took her home. Meihua finally woke up after half a month of acupuncture." Lin Shuyue spoke slowly and clearly.

Meihua looked at Lin Shuyue with tears in her eyes, feeling a sour-sweet feeling in her heart.

She knew why her sister went to so much trouble to make up such a lie. If it were before, she would definitely not understand, but now she knew that her sister was thinking about her, helping her to eliminate her worries and stop those people from gossiping.

Zheng Dali and the onlookers suddenly realized what was going on. No wonder they hadn't been able to find him for half a month. It turned out that he was unlucky enough to be hit on the head and met a kind-hearted person who took him home for treatment.

Zheng Dali hugged Meihua distressedly. Fortunately, she met a kind person, otherwise Meihua might have...

Aunt Chunsheng and several soft-hearted aunts were also wiping away tears.