Yuan Qing Ling endured her emotions and asked the abbot, "Do you know where Leng Fengqing has gone?"
Although she is crazy after thirty-six years, but if she has enough ability to take care of herself, she still has hope to live, because only she is still alive, the significance of this change will be significant.
The abbot sighed softly, "After Patriarch Leng became crazy, he thought that his son was still alive, and kept thinking about finding his son. After going down the mountain several times, he couldn't stop him, but he finally came back and he is still at the back of the temple. , Lao Na waited to build her a small house, she hugged the pillow as her own son all day long, Lao Na tried to snatch the pillow, she became crazy and almost killed Lao Na."
"Fifth, she's still alive, she's still alive!" Yuan Qing Ling tears down, and her heart is both painful and joyful. For thirty-six years, she has lived madly. Fortunately, she has forgotten the past, but she will not live every day. Biting heart.
Yu Wenhao stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, tears too hard to control herself. After a few days of frustration, he finally heard the great news.
"Abbot, please take us to see her!" Yuan Qingling stood up and folded her hands together.
The German abbot hurriedly stood up and replied, "The empress does not have to be so polite. If you want to see, Lao Na will take you there."
Yu Wenhao clinging to Yuan Qingling's hand, said, "I will also go there."
The German abbot nodded slightly and led the three of them to the back mountain.
The temple is not big, but there is still some distance around the back mountain. The road on the mountain is not easy to walk, and there is a slight high reflex, so I dare not walk all the way, so it took a short half an hour to arrive.
I saw a small wooden house on the flat ground under the top of the mountain. The wooden house was really small. It was only about ten square meters in visual inspection. It was also relatively primitive. The roof was piled with dry straw and there was no vegetation in front of the door. Gradually approaching, I saw Next to the wooden house is a huge rock, underneath there is a dilapidated chair. There is a person sitting on the chair with a cotton pillow in her hand. The woman is unkempt and her clothes are very dirty and greasy.
She wore a pair of wide black cotton shoes with two toes exposed. The temperature on the mountain was still relatively low. She was undressed and she didn't seem to be cold. She was very skinny, skinny and could hear footsteps. , She raised her head, revealing a pair of mad and defensive eyes, tightly hugged the pillow in her hand, and reclaimed her outstretched foot, with an urge to flee.
But maybe she saw the German abbot, and the tension in her eyes was lessened, but she still hugged her pillow tightly.
Her face was dirty, her forehead hair was condensed and stuck to her forehead. After looking at the outline and facial features, Yuan Qingling burst into tears.
Si Ye is too similar to her. I always think that Si Ye’s face is too beautiful, but I don’t know what a stunning beauty Leng Fengqing was when he was young. Now even if he is dirty, his face has traces of time, and She was very skinny, but she could still see her infatuation from her facial features.
Yuan Qingling asked Yu Wenhao and the others not to come near, but she walked gently, about three to four meters apart, and Leng Fengqing hurriedly stood up, holding a pillow to hide in the house.
Yuan Qing hurriedly stopped, holding back tears, and choked up: "Your child's clothes are broken. I want to sew it for you. Don't go, I have no malice!"
Leng Fengqing's fingers clenched the pillow tightly. There was a crack on the side of the pillow, and all the cotton was exposed. She stuffed it with her fingers, looking at Yuan Qingling with some bewilderment.
Yuan Qingling took a half step forward and said cautiously: "The clothes are torn, and the child is cold. If it is cold, you will get sick. Let me sew it for you, okay?"
She didn't say anything, but the defense under her eyes was not so heavy.
"I also have a child, who is also this old." Yuan Qingling said.
There was a light in her eyes, "Baby?"
"Yes, I am also a mother. I can mending clothes. Would you let me help you?" Yuan Qingling took a step forward, only three or four steps away from her.
She tilted her head in a thinking state, the wind blew, her hair on the sideburns blew, revealing a black forehead, and there was a smell, and she didn't know that she had not bathed in a few years.
In the end, she slowly stretched out her hand towards Yuan Qingling, but didn't take a step forward, and then took a quick look at Yu Wenhao and Xu, her eyes still on guard.
Yuan Qingling turned around and said to Yu Wenhao: "Old fifth, you and Xu Yi go to the Fourth Master and tell him, but let him not get excited."
Yu Wenhao nodded, "I let Xu Yi go, I'm standing here."
"No, go and say it yourself, Xu Yi speaks irritably."
In addition to telling Si Ye, it is necessary to control Si Ye's emotions, which Xu Yi cannot do.
Yu Wenhao took a deep look at Leng Fengqing and nodded, "Okay, then I will go personally, don't mess around, just stay with her well."
"I know!" Yuan Qingling looked at his red eyes, knowing that he was also very excited, and had never met Leng Fengqing, but since knowing about her, he regarded her as a relative.
Yu Wenhao asked the German abbot to follow along with him. After they left, Leng Fengqing slowly took off his defenses, and he actually gave a grin to Yuanqing Ling.
As soon as she laughed, it was as if the darkness had all faded away, and the sky and the earth instantly brightened.
Yuan Qingling walked over slowly and looked at her with tears in her eyes, "Show me, let me see, okay?"
Leng Fengqing hesitated, and handed her the pillow, Yuan Qingling took it, smelling the sour smell and the warm temperature.
She kept the pillow in her arms.
Yuan Qingling hugged the pillow, crying again.
With tears in her eyes, she stretched out her hand to hold her hand, and whispered softly: "Sit down, let's sew clothes for the child together, okay?"
Leng Fengqing did not resist, and followed her into the room at his own pace. Yuan Qingling watched as there was nothing but a bed and a small table in the room. There were some cold and dry steamed buns on the table. Green hair grows, these should be sent by the abbot.
She picked up a steamed bun and stretched it out in front of Yuan Qingling timidly, "Eat!"
Yuan Qingling took it, tears dripping on the buns, she opened her mouth, feeling that there was a lump of cotton in her throat, she couldn't say anything, her heart was very sad.
"Eat!" Leng Fengqing said again, then pointed to the pillow, "make up!"
Yuan Qingling put down the steamed buns and said dumbly: "I'm not hungry, let's make up the clothes first!"
She sat down on the bed, and the quilt on the bed was smelly. Yuan Qingling felt it was difficult to breathe, so she stood up and opened the door a little bit to let the wind in and blow off the smell.
She sat down again, closed her eyes, thinking about the needles and threads in her bedroom, and slowly stretched out her hand. It was not a difficult task for her to fetch things from the air, but she never used it before. This was the first time. Suffer.
The needle and thread fell in her hand, she wiped her tears, put the needle and thread on, and looked up at her, "Sit down!"
Leng Fengqing looked a little bit happy and excited, yelling, "Mend, mend, baby is cold!"
Yuan Qingling knew that the Fourth Master would be here in a while, and didn't want him to see Leng Fengqing like this, so it was important to mending the pillow, but to help her tidy up her appearance.
I fetched a comb and towel in the air. There was a jar of water outside the house. She soaked the towel in and wanted to wipe it for her, but she immediately backed away, a little angry, "Fix, make up!"