Chapter 422: Sad Past
After returning from Qingyuan Town, Xiaofeng seemed very tired and fell asleep on Hu Feng's bed before he had eaten lunch.
Bai Zhi lightly entered the room and covered him with a thin quilt. Looking at his thin figure, she sighed in her heart. In such a world, there are still many poor children like Xiaofeng, who have no father. My mother is in pain, I can't get enough to eat, and I don't have clothes to cover my body.
How good would it be if there were no wars, no poverty, and no ruthless abandonment in the world?
When the lunch was ready, Xiaofeng hadn't woken up yet. They couldn't bear to wake him up, so they ate it first, leaving Xiaofeng with the best meal, which was hot in the pot and waited for him to wake up before eating.
Who would have thought that when Xiaofeng slept, it was already evening when he woke up.
The sky outside has become dark, and the autumn days have become much shorter, and the wind is slightly cold before night falls.
The table is full of fragrant meals, and there are moon cakes and melons and fruits on the small table on the other side. The red candle with the thickness of the forearm has been lit, illuminating the warmth of the room.
"Xiaofeng is awake! Are you hungry? You can start dinner with one more dish. You should go to the backyard to wash your face, and you will be fine soon."
Su'e and Ru'er were playing in the hall, while Ah Wu and Hu Bo were chopping firewood in the front yard.
Xiaofeng asked Su'e, "Auntie, where is Baizhi?"
Before Su'e could answer, Ru'er hurriedly said, "I know I know, Sister Bai is cooking in the kitchen. Sister Bai's craftsmanship is very good, and everything is delicious."
Xiaofeng smiled and patted Ru'er's head, "Ru'er is so good, you play first, I'll wash your face."
When Xiaofeng went to the backyard, a strong smell came to his nostrils. He didn't feel hungry at first, but as soon as he smelled the smell, his stomach began to sing an empty city plan.
Bai Zhi came out with the sweet and sour pork ribs just out of the pot, and met Xiaofeng head-on: "Are you awake? Are you sleeping? Are you hungry?"
Xiaofeng hurriedly shook his head, "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry." Just as the word "not hungry" was uttered, his belly called out a few times.
He rubbed his groaning belly and smiled very embarrassedly.
Bai Zhi freed up a finger and pointed to the water tank on the side: "There is a clean wooden basin and water there, you should wash it quickly, and the meal will be served soon."
Seeing Bai Zhi leaving with the dishes, he moved to the water tank to wash his face. The water in the tank was very cold, and his face was very hot. After washing several times, the heat on his face was extinguished.
Back in the house, everyone sat down and waited for him alone.
There are seven people sitting around the square table of eight immortals. The table is full of delicious food, and everyone's face is full of smiles.
He hadn't seen this kind of family carnival for too long, as if it happened in a previous life.
He even thought that such a good day, he could never live again.
During the banquet, Awu asked Xiaofeng, "How have you been living these past few years?"
Everyone tried not to ask him about what happened three years ago, and they knew what happened three years ago without asking.
Xiaofeng put down the chopsticks in his hand, and his eyes were full of sadness. He would never forget the scene three years ago, and he never thought that life after losing a loved one was so hard.
"If I hadn't been punished for copying by my husband in the school, and I had gone back late, I wouldn't be where I am now. All of them would be dead. Twenty-eight members of the family would all be dead." His hands trembled slightly, and he often thought of that On the day, he felt cold, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside.
Mother still had the last breath left. She told him that Daddy could not be a spy, and he could never be a spy. She made him believe in Daddy and must find a way to find Daddy.