Miss Han San looked down at her hands, a glint of disbelief flashing in her eyes.
How many years have you not experienced this feeling of actually stepping on the ground?
She turned around in a circle, looked up at Scholar Feng and the strange woman working in the fields, and walked behind them step by step.
The young woman carrying a baby girl heard the sound of footsteps and turned her head to see a girl with a delicate face and a gorgeous dress.
Her expression was very dumbfounded, as if she didn't expect that a little fairy-like girl would appear on this barren mountain.
"I... was passing by." Miss Han San held the handkerchief tightly with both hands and whispered.
The woman nodded subconsciously and gave her a gentle and kind smile.
"Yes, are you disturbing your family of three?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand quickly, "No, no, I, we are not a family of three. My husband-in-law passed away last year. Mr. Feng saw how pitiful we orphans and widowers were, so he would lend a helping hand from time to time."
At this time, the little baby on the woman's back woke up, opened its mouth and cried loudly.
Feng Shusheng turned around and said with a smile, "Sister, you go and rest first. I can finish the rest of the work in a while."
"Okay, okay." The woman nodded while coaxing the baby girl, and walked to the field bank to sit down with the baby in her arms.
Miss Han San looked at the mud under her feet, and her heart changed and she followed the woman and sat down.
"Sister, do you live here too?"
"Yes, do you see that hut next to it? It's our home."
"Have you and Feng Shusheng known each other for a long time?"
"Yes." The woman saw the little girl's bright eyes and innocent look, and she immediately fell in love with her.
She was unsuspecting when she started chatting, and the bamboo tube talked to her like beans.
"That was six years ago. My husband found him at the bottom of the cliff. He was dying and seriously injured. After rescuing him, he lived on the mountain."
"What a good man. It's a pity that he has no blessings."
"Although he was revived at the beginning, those old injuries have long been ingrained. Poor people like us can only pick some herbs to cook and eat, and we look down on the doctors." The woman sighed, "I have seen him over the years.
I am losing weight day by day, and I don’t know how long I can hold on.”
"If he leaves too, there will only be mother and daughter left on this mountain." The lady let out a long sigh.
"Why doesn't he come down the mountain?"
"What can he do if he goes down the mountain? He is blind and his legs and feet are not convenient. When my husband was here, life was a little better. When we had a surplus, we could occasionally help him. Now, it is getting harder and harder.
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"Besides, this scholar has another thought in his mind. He said that he had made an agreement with a friend to find a place to live in seclusion in the mountains and live an idyllic life... He said that he has adapted to it in advance."
The woman laughed as she spoke, "That's nonsense."
She hugged the child and coaxed her, then suddenly turned to look at the little girl, looking at her with tears streaming down her face in surprise, "What's wrong, little girl?"
"I am the friend he is waiting for."
The woman opened her eyes slightly in surprise and looked up at the little girl standing up and walking towards the lame scholar step by step.
Miss Han San stood behind the man and stood there for a long time. Suddenly she smiled brightly and called out "Feng Lang" softly.