Yuan Qingling suppressed the excitement in her heart and asked the abbot, "Do you know where Leng Fengqing went?"
Although thirty-six years later, she is also crazy, but if she has enough ability to take care of herself, there is still hope of living, because as long as she is alive, the significance of this change will be significant.
The abbot sighed softly, "After Patriarch Leng went crazy, he thought his son was still alive. He kept thinking about finding his son. He went down the mountain several times without stopping, but he finally came back. He is still on the mountain behind the temple.
, the old man and others built a small house for her, and she hugged the pillow as her own son all day long. The old man tried to snatch the pillow, and she went crazy and almost killed him."
"Lao Wu, she is still alive, she is still alive!" Yuan Qingling's tears fell, and her heart was filled with pain and joy. Thirty-six years have passed like crazy. Fortunately, she has forgotten the past, so she will not live like this every day.
Heart-piercing.
Yu Wenhao stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears. He couldn't hold back the tears himself. He was depressed for a few days and finally heard the good news.
"Abbott, please take us to see her!" Yuan Qingling stood up and clasped her hands together.
The German abbot hurriedly stood up and clasped his hands in return, saying, "Queen, there is no need to be so polite. If you want to see me, I will take you there right now."
Yu Wenhao held Yuan Qingling's hand and said, "I will go with you."
The German abbot nodded slightly and led the three of them to the back mountain.
The temple is not big, but there is still some distance to go around the back mountain. The road on the mountain is not easy to walk, and there is a slight high altitude. I didn't dare to walk fast along the way, so it took me half an hour to get there.
Then I saw a small wooden house built on the flat land under the mountain top. The wooden house was really small. It was only about ten square meters by visual inspection. It was also relatively simple. The roof was piled with dry straw. There was no vegetation in front of the door. As I gradually approached, I saw
Next to the wooden house is a huge rock, with a worn-out chair underneath. There is a person sitting on the chair, holding a cotton pillow in her hand. The woman's hair is unkempt, and her clothes are very dirty, so dirty that they are shiny.
She was wearing a pair of large black cotton shoes, exposing her toes. The temperature on the mountain was still relatively low. She was wearing single clothes, but she didn't seem to be cold at all. She was very thin, skinny and skinny, and she could hear the sound of footsteps.
, she raised her head, revealing a pair of crazy and defensive eyes, hugged the pillow in her hand tightly, and pulled back her outstretched foot, feeling an urge to run away.
But perhaps because she saw the German abbot, the tension in her eyes lessened a little, but she still hugged the pillow tightly.
Her face was very dirty, and her forehead hair was caked into lumps and stuck to her forehead. After looking at her outline and facial features, Yuan Qingling burst into tears.
The fourth master is so similar to her. I have always thought that the fourth master's face is too beautiful, but I don't know how stunningly beautiful Leng Fengqing was when she was young. Now, even though she is dirty, her face has traces of time, and
She is very thin, but she can still tell from her facial features that she once had a stunning appearance.
Yuan Qingling asked Yu Wenhao and others not to come near, and she walked over gently. They were about three or four meters away, and Leng Fengqing hurriedly stood up, hugging pillows and trying to hide in the room.
Yuan Qing stopped hurriedly, held back her tears, and choked with sobs: "Your child's clothes are torn. I want to mend them for you. Please don't leave. I don't mean any harm!"
Leng Fengqing's fingers clenched the pillow tightly. There was a crack on the edge of the pillow, and the cotton was exposed. She stuffed it in with her fingers and looked at Yuan Qingling helplessly.
Yuan Qingling moved half a step forward and said cautiously: "The clothes are torn and the child is cold. He will get sick if he is cold. Let me sew it up for you, okay?"
She remained silent, but the guard in her eyes was no longer so heavy.
"I also have a child, who is also this big." Yuan Qingling said.
There was a light in her eyes, "Child?"
"Yes, I am a mother too. I can sew clothes. Let me help you, okay?" Yuan Qingling took another step forward, only three or four steps away from her.
She tilted her head as if thinking. The wind blew over, and the hair on her temples blew up, revealing her dark forehead. A smell blew over her, and she didn't know she hadn't bathed in several years.
She finally slowly stretched out her hand towards Yuan Qingling, but did not take a step forward. Then she quickly glanced at Yu Wenhao and Xu Yi, her eyes still guarded.