"This girl, who are you?" Xi'er came up to greet her and asked with a smile.
The woman sat on the stone bench in the middle of the yard, picked up the porcelain pot on the stone table, poured a glass of water, raised the cup and glanced sideways at Xi'er, drank leisurely and asked Xi'er: "My brother Qianxun
Woolen cloth?"
Xi'er was a little strange. She had never heard that her uncle had any relatives or such a young sister.
Although I was very dissatisfied with how impolite this woman was, I still replied in a friendly manner:
"My uncle has gone out and will be back soon. What can I do for you? If it's important, the lady is at home. You can tell her first and tell him when he comes back."
When the woman heard Xi'er call her uncle, her expression changed. The hand holding the tea stiffened. She still didn't answer Xi'er, but asked: "What about Father Mo?"
"He's still resting..." Before Xi'er could finish speaking, the woman stood up and walked directly to the house where the poor old man lived. It was obvious that she was very familiar with this place.
"Hey - Father Mo is still resting! Let's not disturb him. If you have anything to say, wait until he wakes up or relay it to me!" Xi'er hurriedly stopped him from behind.
Unfortunately, the woman seemed to be quite disdainful of her and ignored her. She quickly walked to the door of Poor Sixth's room, opened the door and walked in.
Xi'er followed behind, angry and anxious, dumbfounded, why is there such a woman?
Turning around, he saw his young lady standing at the door of the room, looking this way. Xi'er complained to her anxiously and angrily: "Miss, look, she..."
"Xi'er, go and make a bowl of honey water." Bai Weiwei ordered without letting her continue.
"Oh." Xi'er bit her lip and was very puzzled. After all, the young lady is also a member of the family. People obviously don't take them seriously. Why isn't her own young lady angry at all?
Bai Weiwei brought honey water into Mo Laoliu's room. For some reason, the woman was sitting on the chair next to her with her head hanging down and wiping tears.
Mo Laoliu was lying on the bed and was trying to persuade him softly. When he saw Bai Weiwei come in, he smiled awkwardly and straightened up.
The woman in pink clothes was startled when she saw her. She quickly raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears and looked at her with disdain.
Bai Wei smiled slightly, walked to the bed and sat down, gently helped Mo Laoliu sit up, and helped him use a cushion to cushion his back.
"Dad, are you feeling better today? Can you drink some more honey water?"
"Well, much better." Mo Laoliu chuckled, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, then handed the empty bowl back to her: "Thank you, Weiwei!"
She took it and continued: "Looking at what you said, dad is not in good health, so it is necessary to take care of you. We only hope that you can have everything without worries. If you are not comfortable, then we will not be happy, so don't think about it.
Qianxun and I will take care of everything. You can rest in peace and recuperate, but staying in the house all the time is not enough. You have to move around and breathe fresh air. How about I go out with you to relax later?
It just so happens that you can tell me some scenery that I don’t know about!”
Mo Laoliu smiled kindly, pointed to the woman sitting on the chair and said, "Don't worry, let me tell you, Weiwei, this is the bright red girl in the village. She used to come to our house to play."
Then he turned back to the woman and signaled her with his eyes: "Yanhong, this is your brother Qianxun's wife Weiwei, she must be called sister-in-law."
Bai smiled slightly and nodded towards her.
Yanhong frowned in disgust, rolled her eyes, snorted disdainfully, and turned around: "I don't dare call her sister-in-law. In my heart, no one can compare to my sister Liu Zhu."