The little lady Wang Jinling watched calmly, thinking seriously about one thing in her mind. Dabai and Erha were not here, should she call Heizi and Daha over to support Ergu?
Well, that's it.
After dinner, I called Daha to go find Heizi.
Having made up her mind to win the prize, the little girl felt relieved and happily ate her meal. She also acted coquettishly with Mrs. Wang from time to time, making her smile happily.
The aunt and nephew live happily together.
Being completely ignored, Xiao Qian was upset and threw the knife repeatedly.
It's a pity that they didn't cooperate with her and didn't even give her a look.
Xiao Qian was even more heartbroken and couldn't vent her sullen emotions. She could only eat with her cheeks turned away. After eating, her mood improved a lot, and she temporarily forgot about all the troubles she had been complaining about.
Ye Feifeng would pick up vegetables for little Xuyang from time to time, and occasionally glance at the aunt and nephew who were chatting lively, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart.
It was the same time, the male gentlemen were not at home. Even though Mr. Wang was smiling, in fact, he felt empty in his heart, feeling that something had happened.
She was restless and restless all afternoon.
I was really flustered. I wanted to do needlework, but I couldn't calm down, so I simply put down my things and went to the backyard, where I mixed noodles, chopped stuffing, and was busy making dumplings with Mr. Cao.
Child Wang Jinling summoned Daha and Heizi as quickly as possible after lunch.
Then he and the two little ones stood outside the house, eagerly waiting, waiting, waiting, until the sun set and twilight closed, but He Xiner was not seen yet, which made the little girl very anxious.
He took a big lantern and lit it, "Heizi, Daha, let's go to the village head and wait for Sister Xiner."
At this time, some people in the village had eaten early and were not in a hurry to go to bed. They gathered in twos and threes under the big locust tree and chatted in the breeze.
Child Wang Jinling turned out of the alley, not seeing the crowds of people gathering at a distance. She hesitated for a moment, tilted her head to think about it, and then decisively turned back home.
Just when she was so anxious that she was about to wait for someone at the entrance of the village again, a clicking sound came from the entrance of the alley, making the little girl jump up and down with joy: "Sister Xin'er, sister Xin'er..."
After running outside for a day, Lao Ye was exhausted. His old eyes, which were usually sparkling, were now dull and dull. Because he had not replenished water in time, his lips were dry and peeling. There was a fire in his chest, burning all his orifices.
Smoke comes out.
He Xiner wasn't much better either. Her eyes, which were clear in black and white, had lost their former luster, as if covered with a layer of fog, hazy, and her bright red lips were no longer moisturized. At this time, they were dry.
Baba looked particularly haggard.
Only the majestic Baymax is still full of energy.
Hearing her little cousin's call, He Xiner managed to cheer up and said hello to her, and then continued to rest bonelessly on Dabai's back.
"Dabai, I admire you so much. You have really good physical strength. You are still so energetic after running all day..."
A feeble sound, like a mosquito humming.
Dabai turned his head and nuzzled her, comforting her gently and silently.
The bullock cart drove into the backyard. Mrs. Wang, who had received the letter early, was waiting inside the door with a lantern. When she saw the appearance of her precious daughter, she almost couldn't help but scream.
Mrs. Cao eagerly prepared warm water, and Wang Jinling hurriedly brought herbal tea to the two of them.
Mrs. Wang was not idle either, helping Lao Yetou unload the oxcart and feed the big oxen.
This is the first time she has done this job.
Old Ye Tou was also so exhausted that even the old man whom he loved the most could no longer take care of him. He just wanted to drink a bowl of herbal tea and lie down on the kang, straightening his back.
While several people were busy working, Ye Laijin also drove a mule cart into the alley. The sound of clicking came from far and near, and he arrived at the side door in a blink of an eye.
Old Ye Tou, who lowered his head to wash his face, hurriedly looked for the sound and saw the eldest son with a dusty face and a languid Erha coming in listlessly.
The hope in his heart was shattered, and he only felt more tired.