HP Wendy's crossing running account

In June, the sun is shining brightly and the wind is warm.

In the herbal planting base on the top of the mountain, there are endless spotted platycodon blooms, like a blue ocean.The red dotted in the middle is the bird's beak azalea that has not yet bloomed.The puppets made by the Huang family in Hunan work tirelessly in the medicine field: collecting, watering, and removing insects, efficiently and silently.

"Mommy—" a childish cry came from afar.Accompanied by the penetrating Xiongzi voice, a small group of Leonard ran up from the hillside.I don't know if it's because he is a little wizard, but he was only one year and a few months old and was able to run away.Not only can he run, he can also fly, his feet are off the ground as he runs, the height is just right for him to fall into Wendy's arms.

"Mummy!"

"Okay baby." Wendy stroked his soft black hair lightly, "You went to play down the mountain again?"

Leonard is like his father, with a pair of black eyes and jet-black hair. Except that his complexion is fairer, he doesn't feel too out of place among Chinese children.Therefore, the children in the Bai family village are willing to take him to play.

Leonard was able to understand simple sentences at this time.He is at the age when his curiosity is at its peak, and his knowledge and vocabulary are growing rapidly.

"Mommy?" The bear child opened his big black eyes and tried to play dumb.

However, the little friend who followed him up the hill had already exposed him.

The little girl named Bai Zhouxing and nicknamed Da Ya is only eight years old and wears two buns.It's called Daya, because she is the eldest of the fourth generation of the three households of the Bai family, and she is considered to be Bai Gefeng's cousin. "Don't worry, Aunt Wen." The little girl patted her chest, "We are watching him. Lun Lun is very good."

Erwa and Sanwa carried a basket of soybeans and followed behind their sister.I don't know what faction of magic they are learning, but at the age of six, they have a tendency to be infinitely powerful. "Aunt Wen, this is a parting gift from your mother."

Leonard was excited, he kept writhing in his mother's arms, and his saliva dripped down his chin. "Bean, bean, tofu. I have boiled tofu for lunch." The little fox finally showed his tail. Isn't this sentence fluent?

Da Ya and the three of them are older after all, and they already understand the meaning of "farewell". At this time, they don't have the mind to think about food, and they only care about pulling Wendy's skirt. "Aunt Wen, are you leaving? Why? Wouldn't it be good to live with us? "

There were tears in the little girl's eyes, and Wendy was at a loss as to how she was about to cry. "because……"

"Because your Uncle Tang's grandfather is seriously ill!" Tom strode towards this side with a heavy face.

The three children of Bai's family suddenly became excited, stood up obediently, and shouted in unison: "Hello, Uncle Tang!"

Tom nodded: "Okay!"

Only Leonard, who has not yet fully grown his teeth, can be proud of being pampered, and raised his little arm: "Daddy, hug."

Tom's face softened a little, and he took the eldest son from Wendy's hands with his little buttocks, and then continued to talk to the three big girls: "Don't make things difficult for you Aunt Wen. Separation is the normal state of life. When you grow up, You have to leave Baijia Village too."

"Oh." The three children were like three frosts hitting the seedlings, and took Wendy's return gift and went down the hillside dejectedly.

The three members of the Riddle family walked slowly up the mountain.

"The reason why I suddenly said that I want to go back to China is really because of grandpa..."

"It's also because of the delicate international situation." Tom glanced at Wendy's flat abdomen, "You're pregnant again. I think it's better to live in a more stable environment."

Wendy sighed faintly.There was no rain this spring, and the prosperity of the plantation could only be maintained by the operation of magic.It is conceivable that the life of ordinary people is not so easy.Her history is not good, it seems that there was a natural disaster in the 60s, but she can't remember the details.

"Humanitarian aid."

Tom's arm paused: "Okay."

Leonard looked at his father, then at his mother, dissatisfied with the solemn atmosphere.He patted Tom on the shoulder with both hands: "Tofu! Tofu!"

Tom's attention was immediately drawn to his son. "Okay, tofu for lunch."

A large basket of soybeans floated behind them. Tom was the one who mainly used the levitation spell, but Leonard could make the soybeans inside roll around at will.Tom is a tiger dad. Since the eldest son can speak, he has intentionally trained his magic power.He always thought that little wizards should be born with wandless magic, just like himself and Wendy.

After eating a delicious meal of braised tofu, Bai Gefeng drove up the mountain. "Have you packed your luggage, both?" He has been managing three large plantations for two years now, and he looks a lot more stable.

"Uncle Ge Feng!" Leonard called him in standard Northeast dialect.

Bai Gefeng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "This little clever ghost."

"If you like it, get married and have one yourself," Tom teased him, "Your grandpa is about to cry."

Bai Gefeng shook his head: "Not yet."

Tom didn't say any more.

The return trip went smoothly, and the customs clearance procedures were approved long ago.With the green light all the way, they flew from Peiping to Xiangjiang, and then returned to England by sea boat from Xiangjiang.

It was the first time in Leonard's life that he saw the sea, and he was very excited for a while.But since they were on a Muggle ship, Tom forbade him to use magic.Thus, the journey at sea became a special training.

Wendy couldn't see it anymore, but she would not protest Tom's actions in person.It is taboo for parents to argue in front of their children.When night falls, she secretly takes her son to fly to the sea to play: use magic to toss the small fish that accidentally swim to the sea, or change colorful bubbles and fluorescence.

Tom naturally knew it, knew it, and then turned a blind eye, pretending not to see Leonard's excited smiling face.

This is how the Riddle family was formed.

Departure in summer and arrive at the destination in autumn.

The colorful leaves decorate Little Hangleton during the harvest season.The farmland is full of the scent of wheatgrass, and the treetops are full of red fruits.

Old Mr. Riddle is already 80 years old, and he still has a demeanor, but his body is very thin, and his cough is earth-shattering. He is far less healthy than the silly and sweet old Mrs. Riddle.

Mr. Riddle, who is in his 50s this year, has an intimate relationship with a local widow, but he has never been able to bring up the courage to talk about marriage.

"I also have a son in his 30s. Last year, I wrote that his wife had given birth to a boy." He explained to others seriously, "I'm already a grandfather, so what's the point of getting married?"

The little Mr. Riddle who lives in the letter is very mysterious to the residents of Little Hangleton: he has been fostered outside since he was a child, studied in a Scottish boarding school as a teenager, and went abroad as an adult.In short, I have never lived in Little Hangleton.

He was about an illegitimate child.

But no one dared to say that, and the Riddle family would never admit it.

Everything was shrouded in mystery until the end of 1959, when Tom and Wendy moved to Little Hangleton.

They tore down the Gaunt Haunted House, which had been empty for a long time, and built a new small western-style building with red tiles and white walls in its original place, and opened up a small garden full of roses around the house.A woman with a long tongue once persuaded them to give up this eerie location hidden in the bushes, but of course, the young and energetic young Riddles didn't pay attention.

When the red-roofed villa was actually built, the rumors in the village dissipated.After all, Tom Riddle Jr.'s garden was simply too pretty.

In the evening of late autumn, the brilliance of the sunset glows through the grove.Under the orange-red light, pink, yellow, even blue and green roses surround the milky white walls of the red-roofed villa, looking dreamlike.The warm lights, the aroma of food and the laughter of children are coming out of the windows, and the beauty of the world.

Little Mrs. Riddle was a beautiful, gentle housewife, at least in the eyes of the villagers.If you go to the shrubbery where the red-roofed villa is located in the early morning, you can see her standing in the garden with a waistcoat watering the flowers.She had a knack for gardening, it was obvious, not everyone can grow green roses in winter.

The fourth generation of the Riddle family was growing up.

Little Leonard is the darling of the whole village. "He is as cute as his grandfather when he was a child." An old man recalled, "It is conceivable that his father was the same when he was a child. The men in the Riddle family have been good-looking since childhood." How could it not be good-looking, parents His looks are there.

Mrs. Wendy Riddle's belly was bulging again, and counting the time, in the spring of 1960, there would be a new addition to the Riddle family.Mr. Little Tom walks with his wife all the way from the red-roofed villa to the Riddle mansion on the hillside every noon.Four generations come together for one lunch.After the meal, the young couple talked with the old man who was short of energy for a while, and then walked slowly all the way back to their home.

Mr. Riddle Sr. died in the winter of 1965.Although the old problem of asthma has been bothering him in the last time, but in general, it can be said that he died without a disease.

It is a kind of happiness to have children and grandchildren around your knees when you die, right?

In the summer of 1966, an owl flew into the window of the living room of the Red Roof Villa.

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