Yuan Qingling turned around and said to Yu Wenhao: "Lao Wu, you and Xu Yi go to Fourth Master and tell him, but tell him not to get excited."
Yu Wenhao nodded, "I'll let Xu Yi go, I'll stand here."
"No, you can say it yourself, Xu Yi is rude."
In addition to telling Fourth Master, he also had to control Fourth Master's emotions, which Xu Yi couldn't do.
Yu Wenhao took a deep look at Leng Fengqing and nodded, "Okay, then I'll go in person. Don't mess around, just stay with her properly."
"I know!" Yuan Qingling looked at his red eyes and knew that he was also very excited. He had never met Leng Fengqing, but he regarded her as a relative since he learned about her.
Yu Wenhao asked the German abbot to leave with him. After they left, Leng Fengqing slowly lowered her guard and actually gave Yuan Qing Ling a toothy smile.
As soon as she smiled, it was as if all the darkness dissipated and the world suddenly became bright.
Yuan Qingling walked over slowly and looked at her, her eyes filled with tears, "Give it to me, let me take a look, okay?"
Leng Fengqing hesitated and handed the pillow to her. Yuan Qingling took it and smelled the sour smell and warm temperature.
She always held the pillow in her arms.
Yuan Qingling hugged the pillow and burst into tears again.
With tears in her eyes, she reached out to hold her hand and said softly: "Sit down and let's sew the children's clothes together, okay?"
Leng Fengqing did not resist and followed her into the house step by step. Yuan Qingling looked at the room and saw that there was nothing except a bed and a small table. There were some dry and cold steamed buns on the table, and some of them were already there.
If green hair grows, these should be sent by the abbot and others.
She picked up a steamed bun and timidly stretched it out in front of Yuan Qingling, "Eat!"
Yuan Qingling took it, tears dripping down the buns. She opened her mouth and felt that there was a ball of cotton wool in her throat. She couldn't say anything, and her heart was filled with sadness.
"Eat!" Leng Fengqing said again, then pointed to the pillow, "Make up!"
Yuan Qingling put down the steamed buns and said hoarsely: "I'm not hungry, let's mend our clothes first!"
She sat down on the bed. The quilt on the bed smelled bad. Yuan Qingling felt it was difficult to breathe, so she stood up and opened the door further to let the wind in and disperse the smell.
She sat down again, closed her eyes, thinking about the needlework in her bedroom, and slowly stretched out her hand. It was not difficult for her to take things from a distance, but she had never done it before. This was the first time.
suffered.
The needle and thread fell into her hand. She wiped her tears, threaded the needle and thread, raised her head and looked at her, "Sit down!"
Leng Fengqing seemed a little happy and excited, shouting, "Buy, bu, my child is cold!"
Yuan Qingling knew that the fourth master would arrive soon, and didn't want him to see Leng Fengqing like this, so mending the pillow was secondary, and helping her tidy up her appearance was more important.
He fetched a comb and a towel from the air, and there was a tank of water outside the house. She soaked the towel and came in to help her wipe it, but she immediately backed away, a little angry, "Fix it, mend it!"