Flowers in full bloom

Chapter 481 Reunion

"Well, OK. This family of five came to our place last month and rented two rooms in our yard. One of the couples is a couple in their forties.

The wife had three broken fingers on her left hand and was weak and afraid of cold. She stayed indoors and seldom came out. I had not seen her very often. Her husband would sometimes boil medicine in the yard for her.

The couple, who were in their twenties, were both in good health. The man was honest and strong, and had a good temper.

During this period, both father and son worked in the charcoal kiln of Master Chen's family. Oh, Master Chen is the richest boss here, and his family also runs other shops. "

As Gou Wa spoke, he turned a corner and entered an alley in another direction.

“However, this wife seems to have a very loud voice. Although she didn’t say any curse words, she looked quite powerful. She is also pregnant and her pregnancy is already obvious.

Also, she often scolds her two-year-old son. However, this child is indeed difficult to take care of. He stumbles when he walks and often bumps into things.

He is also very naughty. It has been raining these few days and he slipped into the yard and stepped on puddles when he was not watched. His clothes and pants are often soaked, and he has no pants or shoes to wear. He seemed to have caught a cold a few days ago and is also taking medicine. "The voice of Gou Wa echoed softly in the alley.

Two couples? One child? Five people? Didn't the detailed book say one man, two women and a child? What was wrong? Hualei's mind turned slightly.

"What does the male host look like? Does he have a long face and thick eyebrows? Also, is he very knowledgeable?" Uncle Fu spoke again.

"Uh..." Gou Wa paused for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say. He thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Cheng is quite thin, and there is an inch-long scar under his left eyebrow.

As for knowledge…” Gou Wa scratched his head and said, “I don’t know about that. I have never seen Uncle Cheng write. But the son can read. I saw him teaching his two-year-old son to write on the ground with a branch.”

"Scar? Young Master Cheng doesn't have any scars on his face. Young Master Cheng was so handsome when he was young." Uncle Fu looked disappointed, as if he had already confirmed that the person he was going to meet next was definitely not his Young Master Cheng.

As he was talking, Gou Wa stopped in front of a low shed. Hua Lei looked around. It was early winter and it was raining, so the sky was a little dim, but he could still see the surroundings clearly.

This is a small alley about sixty to seventy meters deep and only about one meter wide. On both sides are low and dilapidated shanty houses, with twenty to thirty families living door to door.

At this time, the family where Gou Wa was standing was the second to last family in the alley. There was another family on the left and another family diagonally opposite.

At this time, Gou Wa had already opened the gate of his own yard and walked in. Hua Lei followed Gou Wa into the yard and looked around. The yard was quite large, but there were some potholes and water on the ground.

In addition to the three low main rooms, there were two thatched houses on both sides, one was the kitchen against the main wall, and the other was a thatched utility room, which was filled with firewood and other sundries.

To the west of the courtyard, there were two dilapidated tiled houses that were lower than the main house, with entrances so low that one had to bend down to get in. At this moment, the door of one room was closed.

In another room, the door was half open and there was a faint light of fire, but it was not from candles. It should be because there was a fire burning in the stove.

Hua Lei moved a few steps slightly and looked inside through the half-open door. She saw a woman adding firewood to the stove. In the flickering light of the fire, Hua Lei could only see the woman's profile and the tattered jacket with many patches on it.

"Uncle Cheng, come out for a moment." Gou Wa called behind Hua Lei.

"Oh, Gou Wa, ok." With a slightly hoarse voice, the half-open door creaked open, and a thin man in a thin robe walked out.

Hualei gently pushed away the oilcloth umbrella in Ziyun's hand and looked up. The man was about 1.78 meters tall, thin, and wearing a loose green robe.

The slightly tired face revealed the traces of time. His face was slightly yellow and his skin was a little loose, probably because he had not eaten well for a long time.

At the corner of the eye below the left eyebrow, there was a scar that looked a bit like a centipede. In the dim sky, the color was not very obvious. At this time, the slightly raised brows made the originally not very obvious scar fade a lot.

There seemed to be endless stories hidden in his deep eyes, and he was staring at the group of people in the yard with confusion.

My heart was already in a knot, because he looked so much like my grandfather, both in body shape and face, even though I only had a vague memory of him.

However, as soon as she saw his face, as soon as she saw his thin but still straight figure, she was sure at first sight that the man in front of her was her father, Hua Mancheng.

"Master Cheng..." Uncle Fu's voice broke.

"Cousin Xiaocheng," "Uncle Xiaocheng," Tian Changjin and his son on the other side shouted almost in unison.

"Uncle Fu? Cousin...Changjin?" The man's voice trembled slightly, with some hesitation and some disbelief.

"Young Master Cheng, Young Master Cheng..." The tall and strong Uncle Fu no longer cared about the master-servant etiquette. He rushed forward, hugged Hua Mancheng, and burst into tears.

There was a crackling noise in the room, and a man and two women came out. A sturdy boy, about two or three years old, was dragged out of the room by the collar of a man in his twenties, followed by a woman in her twenties.

"Uncle Fu? Cousin...?" Hua Lei just saw the woman who was adding firewood to the stove. She was wearing a tattered padded jacket and was walking at the back with a piece of firewood in her hand.

There was a look of disbelief on his pale face, and his slightly trembling figure seemed to be a little shaky, not knowing whether it was because of the huge surprise or the cold weather.

At this time, Hua Lei had already seen her appearance clearly. Her face was pale and worried, her temples were sunken, her chin was pointed, and her skin was very sagging, just like a dried radish that had had its moisture steamed out.

He was wearing a dark green padded jacket with many patches on it. It looked a bit empty on his thin body.

The slightly rough hand tightly grasped a piece of firewood, and because of the force, the blood vessels on the back of the hand were faintly visible. Hualei's tears had quietly crawled all over her face.