Meng Jia originally thought that Mu Yunhan would retort and refuse to admit that she had become stupid after giving birth.
Unexpectedly, Mu Yunhan did not refute, but lowered his voice and said, "Yes, I think I have become stupid."
When she said this, her eyes were gloomy, her shoulders were slumped, and she looked haggard and pitiful.
Meng Jia stopped laughing, stared at her silently for a while, and said in a rough voice: "Come on! Without a man, you look like you are dying. How can you still have the grace of the past! Don't let me look down on you!"
Mu Yunhan was still too tired to cheer up.
He was a little impatient and asked her: "Are the arrangements made? I'm leaving."
Mu Yunhan said: "It's not appropriate to leave at this time. It's still daylight."
Since it is a show, it must be done in full. Of course, no one can see Xingxing being sent out through this door.
"I'll send the relatives away first." Meng Jia pouted: "Let the wet nurse follow you, otherwise don't blame me if you get hungry!"
As if he couldn't bear to look at her pity, he turned around and strode away.
Mu Yunhan put away his pitiful look and sighed softly: "Pack your luggage."
From now on, as long as she can do anything that is good for Xingxing, she will try her best to do it. There is no point in pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy!
When it got dark, Meng Jia, Old Man Gu, and the nanny walked out of Shoushan Town silently with Xingxing and headed towards Xiangshan Mountain.
Mu Yunhan was restless and thought he would not be able to sleep, but he fell asleep quickly without even dreaming.
When she woke up the next morning, she habitually reached out to touch Xingxing next to her. When she touched nothing, she stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent.
Xingxing always looks for her at night. The last time she went to the Xiangshan King's Tomb, Xingxing cried for several days before she behaved. This time she couldn't find her when she woke up, and she didn't know what the trouble would be...
She ate feebly and sat on the board of directors, her whole body in a trance.
The third day was the day when Mu Qiusheng's youngest son, Mu Tiechui, got married.
Mu Qiusheng's family has earned a lot from Mu Yunhan and his brother and sister over the years, so they decided to hold a flowing banquet for three days to thank their neighbors.
Mu Yunhan and others have long been told that they are not allowed to cook and must attend the wedding banquet.
Therefore, she packed up early in the morning, and went to Mu Qiusheng's house to sit and chat and have fun. Everyone was grateful and respected her, and specially assigned a group of people who were considered decent and eloquent by the locals to accompany her.
At noon, people were sitting on the long street, shouting and drinking, eating meat, and it was very lively.
While he was rejoicing, the deafening cry of a baby suddenly sounded.
When Mu Yunhan heard the familiar cry, he was agitated. He barely restrained himself and sat still, and continued to eat, drink and laugh with everyone as if nothing had happened.
But I heard someone shouting and asking: "Where is Mrs. Anguo?"
This is an authentic Beijing accent.
On one side of the long street, Meng Jia was standing there with five or six followers, holding a crying baby in his arms, looking over here with half-squinted eyes.
Mu Yunhan almost jumped up, pinched himself hard before sitting still, and said calmly: "I am here, general, what do you want?"
Meng Jia strode over, handed the crying baby in his arms to her, and said impatiently: "I picked up a child on the road and I'll leave it to you to deal with."
Mu Yunhan resisted and did not reach out to pick it up immediately. Instead, he frowned and looked at Meng Jia: "Where did you pick it up? Why didn't you see anyone else picking it up?"
Everyone's attention had already been attracted, and they were all talking and talking.