Qiuqiu and Aunt Yan walked in front, and a disciple from behind quickly caught up. He called out a few steps away: "Senior Sister Suqiu."
Qiuqiu stood up and turned around.
Behind is a disciple wearing a variegated costume.
If Qiuqiu had not taken in Aunt Yan, she would have worn the same clothes as she should have.
"Sister Su Qiu, this is your package, it seems to be brought from your home."
Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment and hurriedly picked it up.
The half-old blue cloth package is indeed a common appearance at home.
"Where are the people who sent the goods?"
The disciple shook his head.
Aunt Yan understood her mood: "Go and have a look, maybe the person who sent the goods is still there."
Qiuqiu nodded quickly, pulled her feet and ran away.
Aunt Yan shouted at her from behind: "Slow down."
Qiuqiu responded from afar.
But no matter how fast she ran, it was useless. When she arrived at the door, the disciple who was guarding the door told her politely that the person who brought the bag was a chauffeur, not a member of Qiuqiu's family. He put down the bag and left.
Qiuqiu's full hope was completely extinguished by a basin of cold water. He responded in disappointment, stood blankly for a while before turning back.
When I came, I was so anxious that I was about to fly, but when I went back, I was as heavy as if I was filled with lead.
It is very far from home, so it is great to be able to carry things. No scholar or scholar's wife can go so far, and she can't leave a mess at home.
Inside the bag are two clothes, a pair of shoes, and two pairs of socks.
Qiuqiu picked up the shoes, which was made by the scholar's wife for her. The soles were soft and thick. Qiuqiu could almost imagine that she was holding the soles in the afternoon yard.
Her eyes are no longer so good, and she often can't see clearly the needle.
In the past, Qiuqiu could help her at home, but what should she do now?
Qiuqiu held the pair of shoes and pressed it to the position of his heart.
She misses home very much.
It was still drizzling outside.
She really thought that if she had never encountered these bizarre things, she would have been staying at home and staying with the scholar and the scholar's wife now.
Round water drips fell on the new clothes on the table, splashing a dark round mark.
Qiuqiu hurriedly wiped it, but he didn't dare to use much force, for fear of wrinkling and breaking the clothes.
The clothes were measured on the body and they were longer.
The scholar's wife might think Qiuqiu will grow taller, so she deliberately did it a little longer. But in fact Qiuqiu did not grow much, she thought. Maybe she would keep this height for the rest of her life.
Even if it fits well, Qiuqiu will not wear it.
She couldn't bear to wear it.
Qiuqiu opened the box and touched the clothes and shoes with care, and then reluctantly put them into the box.
The man's voice came from behind him: "Is this sent from home?"
Qiuqiu turned his head to look at him, nodded and said, "Yes."
She took a last look before covering the box cover.
The traces of life in the past can only be kept in this way and left in her heart.
The man walked over and stood beside her, looking at the top of the clothes with her.
Qiuqiu closed the lid of the box.
Xiaolong jumped onto her shoulders and licked her cheeks gently, as if there was silent comfort.
Qiuqiu touched its little nose and signaled her to receive this feeling.
Qiuqiu doesn’t talk much in normal times, and he says even less today.
The rain outside was swaying, and the room seemed silent.
"When my little sister left home, my mother was reluctant to let it go. When I was about to leave, she really couldn't stand it. I followed the person out of the house. I felt so uncomfortable. I wanted to tell the person that I would not leave. I wanted to go back."
But now she is still here, and is thousands of miles away from the scholar and the scholar's wife.
She was thinking about home every day and always thought about what they were doing at this time? What were my younger brother doing? Did the scholar’s wife suffer from back pain again?
My little sister is close to home, but she rarely returns once a year.
Qiuqiu is even a little jealous of her younger sister.
How good is it if I also became a disciple in Xuannv Temple? It is so close to home, it is easy to go back and take a look.
Now so far away...
"If you want to go back, I can help you."
Qiuqiu raised her head.
The man stared at her quietly.
"It's too far." Qiuqiu said softly.
Of course she wants to go back.
But she could not leave the sect at will. With her special physique, she was afraid that she would bring disaster to the scholar and his wife when she returned.
"It doesn't matter." He reached out his hand.
Qiuqiu hesitated and unknown.
She slowly stretched out her hand and placed it in his palm.
"You close your eyes."
Qiuqiu glanced at him again.
This person has a kind of power that makes people calm, and Qiuqiu closed his eyes.
Suddenly, my palm tightened and my body suddenly lost weight, as if I was hanging in the air, my feet couldn't step on the ground, and the whistling sound of wind came from my ears.
Qiuqiu was very surprised, but her instinctive reaction did not open her eyes immediately to see what was going on, but instead closed her eyes tighter and her hands tightly grasped the person's hand.
The man's arm wrapped around her and held her in his arms.
Such a cherished hug does not make people feel offended or abrupt.
Just like the kiss in the rain that day.
How long did this feeling last? Maybe it didn't last long, but Qiuqiu felt like...it was like a long time.
The feeling this embrace gave her is not unfamiliar with it, and it is familiar to her... makes her want to cry.
The feet finally touched the ground, and he whispered, "Okay, open your eyes."
Qiuqiu opened her eyes and was stunned.
In front of me was the familiar courtyard and door wall - she...has she back?
How is this possible? My home is thousands of miles away, how can I cross this thousand miles away in an instant? How could anyone in this world be so powerful?
"Go in and have a look."
Qiuqiu's hands shook, and the door knocker clattered, but he didn't knock on the door leaf properly.
A jade-white palm stretched over and knocked the door for her.
A response from the door that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar: "Who?"
When Qiuqiu heard the sound, tears filled her eyes in an instant. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
The voice of the scholar's wife came from inside: "Who is it?"
You could hear her footsteps coming towards this side, and with a creak, the door was opened a crack.
Qiuqiu cried and called out: "Mom."
The scholar's wife tilted the basket and the rags inside were all over the place.
"Qiu'er?"
The mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried bitterly.
Qiuqiu didn't know how she entered the house or how she sat down, and she didn't even know what she and the scholar lady said for a long time after entering the house. Both of them were anxious to say it. They were anxious to listen - but they looked at the person in front of them with their eyes and greedily, holding it tightly with their hands, and rubbing it. It was true that the other party really existed, not their own imagination.
After the excitement at the beginning, the mother and daughter really started to have a conversation. The incoherent tears of tears just now were a long period of chaos, but they exuded the depression that had accumulated in their hearts. Although they are a little tired, they are relaxed.
"Is the family good? Dad? Where is my brother? Have you ever had your back pain again?"
"How are you? Are you used to eating? Are you wearing enough clothes? Is there anyone bullying you? Are the people there treating you?"
The mother and daughter opened their mouths and asked in a row, and were stunned. Qiuqiu smiled first, and the scholar's wife laughed too.
She said first: "The family is all good. Didn't your father always say he wants to take the exam again? He is now going to Mr. Lin's place to study and write together every day, and he only came back after eating dinner there. Your brother also asked him to take it with him, and he was having fun with Mr. Lin's grandson. He will come back with your father in the future."
"You're the only one left in the family that day?"
How lonely that is.
The scholar's wife is not as fragile as Qiuqiu thought, and she is sad and sighing with loneliness: "I'm busy, I can't finish it all day long, but if I think about it carefully, I can't tell what I did this day."
Housework is the most tiring, and the same work is repeated every day. But at first glance, it doesn’t seem to be revealed. Not to mention anything else, three-foot pot and three meals a day are all consumed, every day, every year.
The scholar's wife is no longer as beautiful as she used to be, and her waist is no longer as straight as before.
Time is really terrible and ruthless.
Qiuqiu also told her about the matter at Ziyu Pavilion. She said that she had worshipped a good master, never beat and scolded her, nor did she call her to work, and there was always something good to give her secretly. There were many people in the sect, which was very lively. She also told the scholar's wife about the last time she went out, went to sea, went to the island, picked up shells on the beach, looked for corals, and ate shrimps at the fishermen's home. While saying that, she gestured to her: "Shrimps are so big."
The scholar's wife smiled and nodded. In fact, she couldn't understand it very much, but even if she couldn't understand it very much, she would be happy to see her voice.
Qiuqiu was not really so obsessed with that island experience. She just tried her best to let the scholar's wife understand, believe that she was doing well and colorful, so that she could let go of her worries and no longer worry about her, day and night.
Just as it was talking lively, Qiuqiu gestured at the crab as big as a small basin, and the sound of calling the door came from outside.
Qiuqiu suddenly stopped, and the scholar's wife said, "Your father and the others are back."
"Mom, sit down, I'll open the door."
The scholar's wife also stood up.
Her eyes were reluctant to leave her daughter for a moment, and the two walked to the gate of the yard together.
Qiuqiu reached out and pulled the door bolt.
My little brother half opened his mouth and looked at the person standing in the door.
The scholar was also stunned.
The scholar's wife smiled with tears in her eyes and said, "You guys are not coming soon, let's see who is coming?"
The younger brother shouted crisply: "Sister!"
After all, the scholar's cultivation skills are much deeper than his wife and young children. He nodded and said, "Qiu'er... why didn't he send a letter first when he came back?"
"Don't stop standing at the door and talking. Go in and go in."
The scholar asked: "Have you eaten?"
The scholar's wife remembered, oh, she was just talking, but she didn't go to cook.
Seeing her annoyed expression, Qiuqiu rolled up her sleeves and said, "I'll give me some help, let's make steamed meat? I want to eat steamed meat, but I can't eat it when I go out."
The scholar's wife pulled her sleeves and wiped the corners of her eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay, make steamed pork." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
ps: I saw a friend say in the article that there are too few updates, and it is very slow to make one update a day...
I'm really sorry to everyone.
My family was discharged from the hospital a month after the operation. From the time of discharge to the present, I have been taking care of me every day during the Chinese New Year, leaving early and returning late. I am so tired that I don’t want to say much when I get home every day. Last time I asked the editor for leave, I also told the editor that I should try to ensure that I keep updating, but it is very difficult to add more.
Please forgive me. Please continue to accompany me, encourage me, and give me the courage to persevere. Every night late, I feel that I may collapse tomorrow, but when the sun rises, I still muster up the courage to face it.