The two quarreled for about half an hour, and finally it came to an end when the man pointed his fingers at the sky and cursed the earth, expressed grief and indignation, impassioned and stern oaths of justice. The two finally remembered the existence of Zhong Qingye, and felt sorry for a while. Zhong Qingye
He smiled warmly at them, shaking his head slightly and saying nothing.【】
The dishes cooked by the old woman are very simple, they are common people's home-cooked dishes, such as vegetable and tofu soup, stir-fried soybeans and other side dishes, but the portions are very large, and the whole table is densely arranged. The only meat dish is placed on Zhong Qingye
What's in front of me is just the simplest fried pork with chili peppers. The meat is cut into thin strips and mixed with dark green chili peppers. It has a faint oily sheen and looks very tempting.
Zhong Qingye was happy with the dishes on the table. Even she couldn't remember how long it had been since she saw such warm home-cooked dishes.
When she was very young, her parents often cooked at home. Later, after they passed away, she met Ah Xuan. Ah Xuan of her parents was very self-reliant and was good at cooking. Every time he cooked, even though it was just some ordinary dishes.
No matter how ordinary the dishes are, Zhong Qingye wants to lick the bowl clean every time.
Later, Ah Xuan also left, and all that was left in her life was missions and training. What she ate on weekdays was either ordering takeout or cooking instant noodles, which she dealt with casually. Intensive training and running around the world on missions
She doesn't have much energy to settle her own life.
After arriving here, she first served as a business lady, and then became the princess of Prince Rui's Mansion. She ate meals carefully prepared by the chef. The food was delicious, but in Zhong Qingye's eyes, she always felt that it was lacking.
Order something.
Those exquisite, delicious and tempting meals, to her, were not as warm as the simple dishes cooked over a rough fire in front of her. After all, the former was just something she was ordered to make, but the latter contained the sincerity of the old couple.
Is it something that can be discussed in one word?
"Sorry, there is nothing good to entertain you in this small place. I wonder if these dishes suit your taste?" The old woman went up and felt a little uneasy. She sat down on the chair awkwardly and looked at Zhong Qingye worriedly.
Zhong Qingye picked up his chopsticks, looked at the dazzling array of dishes in front of him, and said with satisfaction: "You are so polite. These are all carefully prepared by you. How can they not taste good?"
The working people are the most honest and simple people, and they don’t have as many twists and turns as the wealthy officials. When she heard Zhong Qingye say this, the old woman didn’t doubt it at all. A smile bloomed on her face, and she hurriedly reached out to give her food:
"That's good, come on, come on, you're welcome, eat more, you're so skinny, your body is covered with bones."
Zhong Qingye glanced at his own body, then the old woman's body, and smiled without saying a word.
People generally have a habit of getting up early and going to bed early, especially the elderly. After dinner, Zhong Qingye followed the old woman into a side room and told her that she would stay here tonight.
Zhong Qingye looked at the simple but clean room and nodded.
The old woman said: "This room used to be occupied by my son. After he left, it became empty. No one has lived in it for a long time. It may be a little dirty. Don't mind."
Zhong Qingye shook his head, carrying the package in his hand, paying careful attention to her face, and asked: "Old man, I have heard about your son, but I don't know why he passed away..."
When the old woman heard this, her face suddenly became sad, showing an expression of extreme sadness, she lowered her head and sighed longly.
Zhong Qingye said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I was just curious and asked casually. It's okay if you don't want to say it."
"Young Master, you are a good boy. These are things in the past. It will be useless to mention them again. People cannot be resurrected. No matter how sad we are, my son will not be able to live again."
The old woman stood quietly at the door, staring at the empty room with faint eyes, and sighed slowly.
"My son often said during his lifetime that the most important thing in a person's life is to live happily and freely. Nothing about glory, wealth, or success is as precious as being happy every day."
Not everyone can know the preciousness of the ordinary, and not everyone can understand these obvious truths. Although it is very simple, the world is chaotic and people's hearts are flashy, and few people can understand it.
Zhong Qingye's heart was slightly excited: "Your son must be a very smart man."
"Yes, he is very smart and filial. Thanks to him, the old man and I were able to have those days of worry. I will regret it until I die to have such a son."
The old woman's expression when she spoke was something Zhong Qingye would remember for a long time. It was a kind of pride and pride that only a parent could have, and it reminded her of her mother.
Zhong Qingye is not a person who is overly sympathetic, but in this situation, she can only say dryly: "I'm really sorry about your son, but please feel free to express my condolences."
The old woman smiled slightly and turned to Zhong Qingye: "Don't worry, it's been so many years, and it's no good if you can't think about it. What's more, my son often advised us two elders before he was alive, telling us to be happy no matter what happens.
Over the years, my old man and I have relied on these words to survive."
Zhong Qingye looked at the optimistic old man in front of him and couldn't say anything.
The old woman suddenly slapped her head, shook her head and said: "Look at me, I can't stop talking about it. You must be exhausted after traveling all day. Have a good rest, won't you have to travel again tomorrow?"
Zhong Qingye looked at her blankly and nodded passively.
The old woman smiled, turned around and walked towards her room with a small oil lamp. After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped again, turned around and called: "Young Master."
Zhong Qingye was about to enter the room when he heard this and turned around: "Do you have anything else?"
The old woman waved her hand, and a sad smile appeared on her frail face, which was dimly illuminated by the bright and dim candlelight: "I don't know why, when I come to you, I always think of my dead son, you and him.
, it’s really similar.”
Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, the old woman had already walked into the room with an oil lamp. With a creak, the old door panel groaned violently, and the light was instantly blocked, making Zhong Qingye's eyesight dim.
After a long time, she slowly reached out and touched her cheek, revealing a faint, very sad smile.