Chapter 372 The snow suddenly arrives, blocking the road
When Meng Yao heard that Qi Boyan was also going, she opened her mouth and wanted to say that she could just go by herself.
Qi Boyan seemed to know what she wanted, and said with a low smile: "I asked for leave this time because I want to see Yaoyao. Is Yaoyao willing to leave me aside?"
Meng Yao scolded him and agreed.
But before Meng Yao could set out, the sky changed.
It was gloomy, like a sign before a storm was coming.
When Meng Yao decided to go, she said hello to Uncle Hu. He initially disagreed and scolded her a few times, but when she insisted, he sighed and said nothing more.
Afraid that Meng Yao, Old Man Sun and the others would miss them, they ran around and made phone calls, trying to find out where Old Man Sun and the others were now. However, they called three times in a row, but no one answered.
Uncle Hu was so angry that he scolded his mother.
"If you lose control at a critical moment, that guy Sun is also unreliable!"
Meng Yao had originally agreed to go, but the weather was not good and he stopped her from going out.
"Where are we going? It's either going to rain or snow this day. Just stay here."
Uncle Hu was right to stop him. Within an hour, the snowflakes began to float.
The heavy snowflakes are flying all over the sky, which makes people feel frightened when they see it.
Uncle Hu was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, a hat, and a scarf, wrapping himself tightly.
Standing at the door, pinching his beard, he sighed again and again, "This year's snow seems to be coming very early!"
It was indeed early, it was only October and it started to snow.
Uncle Hu, who had always been heartless, didn't know why, but he felt particularly sentimental when he saw the snow.
Meng Yao called "Uncle Hu", but he was still stunned and said: "The older this man gets, the more afraid he is of winter, because the wind and snow in winter can kill people!"
Is Uncle Hu worried about Mr. Sun and his wife?
Of course I am worried!
But he also knew that no matter how worried he was, it would be useless. He was too far away and out of reach. Even if he could reach it, he couldn't do much to help!
Human life is still destined by God.
This snowfall brought out all the sadness in Uncle Hu's heart. The old man looked at it and shed tears.
Uncle Hu couldn't hold it back anymore. His tears fell silently for a while, and then he started sobbing again.
He had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Don't go looking for that old man or that old woman. I think you'll be able to come back if you're in trouble!"
"It doesn't matter if you don't come back, it's their home. There's nothing wrong with falling leaves returning to their roots..."
Uncle Hu's words made Meng Yao's eyes turn red. She walked up to Uncle Hu and tugged on his long beard that covered most of his face.
"Uncle Hu, why do I find you so annoying? My godfather and godmother are not doing anything, and you are just here cursing them. Do you believe that I will beat you?"
Meng Yao waved his fist fiercely in front of Uncle Hu. Uncle Hu shed tears and looked at Meng Yao aggrievedly.
This old man is like a child.
Uncle Hu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand and hummed, "How come I'm cursing them if I tell you the truth? Are they even allowed to tell the truth?"
In fact, Uncle Hu never told Meng Yao that when he called Old Man Sun before, his throat was mute. After asking a few questions, Old Man Sun only said, "It's getting cold, so take good care of yourself!"
At that time, he felt something was wrong.
Uncle Hu's tears kept falling down. He wiped them with his hands for a while, but found it too troublesome, so he just wiped them with a scarf. After only wiping them twice, the scarf was covered with teardrops.
Uncle Hu didn't want to cry either. He had never seen anything at such an old age, even if he was going to die, he could face it frankly.
But that was his lifelong friend!
Although Uncle Hu wanders around all day long, he seems to have a wide range of friends, and there may only be a few who can be called his friends.
Meng Yao held back her sadness while raising her brows to look at Uncle Hu.
"I won't let you say it, you just won't let me say it. If you dare to say it again, I won't tell them until my godfather and godmother come back!"
"Let's go back!"
Meng Yao grabbed Uncle Hu and stopped him from standing at the door. Otherwise, if he was allowed to be here, he didn't know what he would say!
Uncle Hu had a stove in his room and closed the doors and windows tightly. It was very hot in the room.
Meng Yao ran to Uncle Hu's kitchen as he did at home, took some sweet potatoes and chestnuts, and roasted them on the stove.
Such a cold day is perfect for eating hot roasted sweet potatoes.
Uncle Hu was not short of money, so he got a stove in the house specifically for heating, so the fire was burning brightly.
Meng Yao couldn't help but want to take action when he saw such a strong fire.
"Uncle Hu, you look at the sweet potatoes and chestnuts here, and remember to turn them over from time to time. I'll cook the whole mutton!"
Uncle Hu was sitting on the stool, still looking unhappy. Hearing Meng Yao talking about mutton stew, he groaned dissatisfied, "What kind of mutton stew is making my house smell like that!"
Meng Yao thought about it, "Then I'll go to town to see if there are any ducks for sale and have some duck soup."
"Uncle Hu, please stay at home and don't run around. Do you understand?"
"I know, I know, why is it like telling a child? I am such an adult, how can I still not know?"
Uncle Hu couldn't help blowing his beard, but he was too close to the stove and his beard was too long. It almost blew into the stove, which frightened him so much that he hurriedly protected his precious beard.
Meng Yao curled her lips at the behavior of this child.
"Uncle Hu, let me see, you are worse than a child!"
"I'm not as good as a child. Can a child help you turn the sweet potatoes? You Yao girl can make people mad to death!"
Uncle Hu was so angry that he couldn't help but hum again and again, but when he saw Meng Yao going out, he still warned him, "Put on a scarf, a hat, and an umbrella outside. Don't rely on your youth and think you can bear the cold."
Just look for it and come back when it’s gone. Isn’t it the same as drinking old duck soup or chicken soup?”
Meng Yao didn't look back, just waved his hand behind his back.
When I went out, I opened a small crack, people squeezed out, and quickly closed the door to block the severe cold outside.
The temperature inside and outside the house was completely different. As soon as Meng Yao walked out, he couldn't help but shiver.
She stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake, felt the coldness of the melting snow, and clapped her hands hurriedly.
The snowflakes on my hands have melted into water.
Meng Yao waved his hand, took the umbrella at the door, and stepped into the snow.
The snow has just fallen on the ground and is not white yet, but the whiteness of the eaves and rubble has already been faintly exposed.
The pedestrians on the road seemed leisurely. It was snowing, not rain, and most people did not hold umbrellas.
People in this era are quite tolerant of cold weather. Except for Meng Yao who was wrapped tightly, few people wore hats or scarves.
And even though Meng Yao was wrapped up so tightly, he actually knew her. On the way, the aunt glanced at her and said, "Are you the boss of Shiweixian?"
Although it was a question, it was confirmed. He slapped his thigh and said, "It's really Boss Meng! Why isn't the store open today? My son and daughter-in-law finally came back. I originally wanted to take my grandson to the store to have a meal together, but I didn't expect you.