After tossing and turning, stopping and going, I finally arrived at the He Family Courtyard at dusk and when the old night was about to fall.
The He Family Courtyard is still magnificent and magnificent, and it is also a well-known wealthy family in this city.
He Yuwen knocked on the door softly, and it was Uncle Wang who came to open the door. As soon as he opened the door, he was surprised and delighted: "The young master is back, the master, wife, and young master are back!"
Seeing Uncle Wang rushing to report, He Yu is so gentle that he is used to it, without much expression.
Mo Xiaoxiao pulled Mo Yao, who looked the same as when she first came to He's house, and followed He Yuwen closely.
The inner courtyard of the He family is still luxurious, gorgeous and elegant, but most of the trees in the courtyard are dead, and even the big tank for daily lotus cultivation has been covered with thick white ice, only a few short sand trees are still unyielding Unrelenting and upright.
"You take him to the backyard to wait for me, and I'll come back as soon as I go."
After he finished speaking lightly, he strode towards the main hall again, and Mo Xiaoxiao took Mo Yao to the backyard.
"Father, mother, I'm back!"
He Hongfu and Lu Wenyan had already come out to meet him.
He Hongfu waited aside with a gentle face, and Mrs. He next to him looked around, the tenderness and love on her face were all piled up together.
"Son, you look forward to your mother so much!"
As soon as Lu Wenyan saw He Yuwen stepping into the door, he hurriedly went up to him, supported his arms, and in her eyes was a kind of kindness and love that belonged to a mother's love. She looked up and down at her son, looked at his face, Looking at the bones of the body, there is a bit of pity.
"My child, it's so cold now, and I don't know how to wear more clothes. Why is my body so thin again? If you don't listen to eating more, you'll become a stick figure."
Mother is always like this, complaining that you are not dressed warmly, that you are not eating well, no matter how old you are, no matter how old you are, you are a child, you are a child when you are not confused, even if you are an octogenarian, as long as your parents are healthy Son, you're not really a grown-up until your parents die.
He Yuwen showed a gentle smile of agreement: "Mother is overwhelmed, and my son misses you very much, don't you think I am well?"
"This child"
The pampering and tenderness on Lu Wenyan's face has not stopped since the moment he stepped in the door, as if the coldest day has become warmer.
Traveling and dusty, the mountains and rivers are far away, the thought of having a home, the parents are alive, even in the cold winter of the world of ice and snow, it is like a warm spring.
He Hongfu was also calm and peaceful: "Yu Wen, you go in first, sit down and talk slowly, it looks like you two haven't seen each other in a few lifetimes, hypocritical!"
Although He Hongfu's words were stiff, he said them with a smile, and there was a bit of pampering.
Lu Wenyan took He Yuwen's hand and smiled happily, and walked into the room step by step, talking and laughing freely with each step.
A fire was lit in the house, and the heat was blazing, and a few warm-colored lamps were lit in the house. New Year pictures and blessing papers were pasted up everywhere, and lights were decorated inside and outside the courtyard. It was extraordinarily lively and warm.
The tassels under the lanterns are swaying with the wind over and over again, yes, it has been another year
He Yu sat down gracefully and dignifiedly, took a sip of tea, and waited for a while to wait for his mother's concern voice to fade away before he spoke to He Hongfu calmly.
"Father, mother, I brought that girl and her brother back again. I didn't find out the news about her mother. Her background is so pitiful. I can't bear to let a weak girl be abandoned in the wilderness and live on the street. They came together."
His tone was soft, his expression was calm and he had no other expressions, as if he was talking about a natural thing.
He Hongfu and Mrs. He looked at each other, looked at each other, Mrs. He hesitated to speak, did not say anything, He Hongfu did not lose his temper like last time, but just stroked his beard, fell silent for a moment, and poured the tea in his hand drink up.
Seeing that He Hong didn't say a word, Mrs. He opened her mouth: "Isn't Yuwen alone, how come there are more brothers?"
"A beggar is also a street child. She met her and brought it back because she couldn't bear it."
Madam He continued: "Do you really trust her?"
He Yuwen nodded: "I believe that my eyes and self-awareness are just ordinary poor people."
Mrs. He lowered her head, rubbed the handkerchief in her hand, and nodded slightly: "Master, after hearing what Yu Wen said, I also think that girl is a smart girl, but she was born at such a bad time.?This big tree, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk
While talking, he gave Mo Xiaoxiao a look. He said this to her on purpose, but Mo Xiaoxiao kept silent, disdainful of commenting, and didn't want to cause trouble, after all, he was in someone else's place.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you bad woman, bad woman!"
Mo Yao could still understand what she meant at such a young age. She was speaking to Mo Xiaoxiao of those ugly words, so Mo Yao stood up and refuted for her loudly.
"Little bastard, what do you say, I will beat you to death, believe it or not!"
The woman was aggressive and helpless, and in the end it was Uncle Wang who came forward and she restrained herself and left fortunately.
That night, Mo Yao went to bed early, and Mo Xiaoxiao had been entangled in those words for a long time. She didn't dare to climb up and never thought about going up to the He family, but those words sounded very sad.
People's words are scary, even if there was no particularly extreme reaction at the time, it still hurts people when you think about it later.
The most fundamental thing to be kind is not to use the guise of freedom of speech to do something to hurt others, otherwise it will be different from garbage.
In addition to being disgusting, garbage is disgusting.
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