Coming back from Qingyuan Town, Xiaofeng seemed very tired, and fell asleep on Hu Feng's bed before eating lunch.
Bai Zhi walked into the house lightly and covered him with a thin quilt. Looking at his thin figure, she sighed in her heart. In this world, there are so many poor children like Xiaofeng. Mother hurts, can't eat enough, and can't cover her body with clothes.
If there were no wars, no poverty, and no merciless abandonment, how good would it be
When the lunch was ready, Xiaofeng hadn't woke up, so they couldn't bear to wake him up, so they ate first, leaving the best meal for Xiaofeng, warming it in the pot, and eating it later when he woke up.
Who would have thought that Xiaofeng would wake up in the evening when he slept.
The sky outside has become dim, the autumn day has become much shorter, and the wind has cooled slightly before night.
The table was full of fragrant meals, and the small table on the other side was also filled with moon cakes and fruits. The red candles with the big arms had been lit, illuminating the warmth of the room.
"Xiaofeng is awake! Are you hungry? There is one more dish for dinner. You can wash your face in the backyard first, and it will be better soon."
Su'e took Ru'er to play in the hall, and Wu and Huber were chopping wood in the front yard.
Xiaofeng asked Su'e: "Auntie, where's Baizhi?"
Before Su'e could answer, Ru'er rushed and said, "I know I know that Sister Bai is cooking in the kitchen. Sister Bai is good at craftsmanship, and everything is delicious."
Xiaofeng smiled and touched Ru'er's head, "Ru'er is so good, you play with me first, I'll wash my face."
Xiaofeng went to the backyard, and a strong scent came out. He didn't feel hungry at first, but as soon as he smelled the scent, his stomach began to sing the empty city plan.
Bai Zhi came out with the sweet and sour pork ribs just out of the pot, and ran into Xiaofeng head on: "Are you awake? Are you sleeping well? Are you hungry?"
Xiaofeng shook his head hurriedly, "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry yet." As soon as the word not hungry was uttered, his belly called out a few times.
He rubbed his groaning belly and smiled awkwardly.
Bai Zhi freed up a finger to point to the water tank aside: "There is a clean wooden basin and water over there. You can wash it quickly, and the meal will be ready soon."
Seeing that Bai Zhi was leaving with the vegetables, he moved to the water tank to fetch water and wash his face. The water in the tank was very cold and his face was very hot. After washing it several times, the heat on his face was extinguished.
Back in the room, everyone was seated and waited for him alone.
The Eight Immortals table is surrounded by seven people, big and small, and the table is full of delicious food, and everyone’s face is full of smiles.
He hadn't seen this kind of family life for too long, as if it had happened in his previous life.
He even thought that he would never be able to live such a good life.
During the dinner, Wu asked Xiaofeng: "How have you spent the past few years?"
Everyone tried not to ask him about what happened three years ago. You don't need to ask to know what happened three years ago. If Awu hadn't returned quickly, there would be no Ru'er now.
Xiaofeng put down the chopsticks in his hand with sadness in his eyes. He would never forget the scene three years ago, and he never thought that life after losing his relatives was so hard.
"If it hadn't been for me to be punished by my husband in the school, it would be too late to go back, and I would not be where I am now. All dead, twenty-eight people in the family, all dead." His hands trembled slightly, always thinking of that one. On the day, he felt cold, from head to toe, from the inside out.
The mother had the last breath, she told him that Dad could not be a spy, absolutely could not be a spy, to convince him that he must find a way to find him.