I have something to do with you

547 reunion

Luo Wener doesn't know how long she has slept, or she just doesn't want to wake up.

People around me come and go, there are guys, Zhang's mother and others, Wanying, doctors...

They are chirping and don't know what they are talking about. It's so noisy.

Occasionally it's quiet, and it seems to be windy.

The wind was so strong that it whined, as if it had opened the window and rushed into the room to take her away.

It's very hot around, as if there is a fire burning.

She is sick. She must be sick.

It's okay...

But the body is so hot, hot from the inside out. The wind that surrounded her seemed to get into her body and flowed around, turning into hot magma, devouring her, drowning her, and turning her into a red spray.

In the confusion, she seemed to hear a voice saying... "Seal you with my blood." Seal you with my order. If you don't order me, I will never live!"

It seems to be Amo's voice.

Amo, are you there? Where are you? Why can't I see you?

And your voice, why does it seem to be far away from me, as if it is drifting in the fog? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?

Amo......

Amo......

She tossing and shouted, but her voice seemed to be held in her body and could only run around, just like her frightened heart looking around.

But she couldn't find anything, only the red of the sky and the constantly jumping fire.

The left wrist is very painful, as if someone is pressing it to death, not let her pursue it, not let her explore...

However, in the distant voice, she heard someone muttering...

Clouds......

Clouds......

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"Amo..."

She didn't know whether she shouted, but she was shocked and opened her eyes in an instant.

"The shopkeeper wakes up..."

"The shopkeeper wakes up..."

"Girl, you scared me to death..."

Countless voices surrounded her.

Her eyes swept through those faces from blurred to clear, and then fell to a familiar table and chair, one bottle and one cup, and her mind gradually became clear.

Yes, she came back and returned to Tianxiang Tower...

"Quickly, cook some porridge for the shopkeeper. Recently, the shopkeeper hasn't eaten anything, and he has lost weight. By the way, add less dates and lotus seeds. Hey, add some brown sugar..."

When Zhang's mother saw that she was about to get up, she hurriedly stopped her: "The shopkeeper, you're just right. Don't move first. If you need anything, I'll get it for you..."

Luo Wener didn't know what to do. She looked at the sunshine sketching several bright things on the white silk paper and suddenly said, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost over." After thinking about it, "The shopkeeper, it's February..."

February?

Luo Wener fixedly looked at the window... How time flies.

Lying down again and closing my eyes, my hand clenched my left wrist...

The red scar that has disappeared like a scar emerges inexplicably at this moment, and the pain is burning like fire.

refers to touching intentionally or unintentionally, and the eyebrows beat lightly.

"Shopkeeper, the porridge is coming..."

Luo Wener didn't move.

"The shopkeeper's..."

Mei'er still wanted to talk, but Zhang's mother gave her a wink, tucked the corner of Luo Wen'er, and led her daughter out tiptoe.

The door squeaked and closed, but a sigh fell slowly.

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Luo Wener woke up completely in March.

She stepped down the stairs, and everyone welcomed her as if she had practiced for a long time.

"The shopkeeper's..."

"The shopkeeper's..."

There is nothing else to say, only excitement in his eyes.

Fang Shan squeezed his lips and smiled and pulled a man out from behind: "Shopkeeper, who do you think this is?"

"Sanlang?"

Luo Wener looked at the young man in front of her in surprise.

He is taller, and his face is more angular. A pair of amber eyes are no longer like wine, but a lot more calm colors, such as deep sea water, like secluded waves. Only the cold look does not change, and the corners of the lips are always tightly squeezed.

He looked at her, and his eyes suddenly changed from quiet to shimmering. His thin lips were slightly open and stiff, but he spit out two words fluently: "Clouds..."

Luo Wener was in a trance... It turned out that there was another person in this world who called her cloud...

"The shopkeeper, as soon as you came back, the Sanlang brothers came back. I don't know what he has done in the past few years. He has tanned a lot, and he is stronger, and the hair all over his body... The shopkeeper, take a look, take a look..."

Fang Shan grabbed Sanlang's arm and rolled up his sleeve.

Luo Wener saw that although Sanlang's hair was still thick, it was not as horrible as before.

She vaguely thought of something and hurriedly lowered her head.

Suli hit Fangshan's hand, stared at him anly, and touched her bulging belly with some embarrassment: "The shopkeeper, we..."

Fangshan hurriedly stepped forward: "The shopkeeper, Suli and I have... cough, but we haven't held a ceremony, just waiting for the shopkeeper to give us the wedding..."

Luo Wener smiled and said, "Yes, I still remember that I owed Su Li a dowry..."

"Don't talk about the shopkeeper's dowry, as long as the shopkeeper's..."

"Fangshan, look at you in a hurry. Are you afraid that the ducks will fly when they are cooked? The shopkeeper just went downstairs, and you began to nag about your thing, really..."

Zhang Shun interrupted Fang Shan's words, but glanced at Mei'er beside Zhang's mother.

Mei'er is 18 years old this year, and she is more watery. Her face is white and red at this age. Her big eyes blinked and smiled without saying a word.

However, these eyes did not look at Zhang Shun, but at Sanlang, and his bright cheeks became more and more red.

Wanying quietly blocked Sanlang behind her. How can she stand her height, which is only as tall as Sanlang's shoulders now?

She seemed to have expected it, so she tightened her face and looked back fiercely for Sanlang.

Luo Wener couldn't help bending the corners of her lips and looked at the door...

People come and go on the street, and the carriages and horses shuttle, which is the beginning of the day.

The sound of selling came in, which sounded very clear.

There is wind, with the fragrance of various snacks, the freshness of last night's drizzle, the smell of flowers and plants, blowing in.

She took a deep breath...

Spring is really coming...

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"The shopkeeper's, the shopkeeper's..."

A loud voice suddenly came from outside the door, and then a tower-like figure blocked the door.

Before everyone could see it clearly, they rushed in and rushed straight to Luo Wen's feet. They kowtowed three times, grabbed the children around them and pressed the ground to kowtow.

Everyone was shocked until they fixed their eyes...

"Zhao Yi?!"

"The shopkeeper, I hurried here when I heard that the shopkeeper came back... Why is your child so disobedient?"

Zhao Yi held a little boy under four years old in his big palm and insisted on folding him to kowtow to Luo Wener.

"Well, you, this is a child..."

Luo Wener pulled over and took a closer look...

The face is like Zhao Yi, the eyes and nose are like Cuifeng, and the mouth is still like Zhao Yi...

The child had never seen this situation and was bluffed and immediately cried.

"Quick, Meier, go and give it to me..." She looked at Zhao Yi.

"This boy is called Stone. The temper is as smelly and hard as a stone!" Zhao Yi hated it, but his tone was the pride and doting that a father should have.

The stone was taken to eat snacks by Meier.

Zhao Yi hurriedly unloaded the package: "The shopkeeper, these are all Lin Guo's specialties. Later, you asked someone to stew it to mend the body... Cuifeng also wanted to come, but the sweet potato was just born and couldn't stand the bumps of the carriages, and horses, and the store there also needs to be taken care of, so..."

"Zhao Yi, thank you for your hard work over the years..."

Zhao Yi's busy hand stopped and his eyes turned red: "If it weren't for the shopkeeper, how could Zhao Yi have today?"

He shook his robe, turned his head and smiled: "You guys didn't go back then, but now I'm rich. Are you jealous? Haha..."

Everyone immediately gathered around.

Zhao Yi was a tiger who could not defeat the wolves and was overturned to the ground.

"I've been there for so long, and I'm only thinking about the shopkeeper. Brothers, if he doesn't bring us back anything, throw him out..."

Zhao Yi was pressed down and screamed, but his voice was full of happiness: "You stinky boy, how dare you bully me! Su Huan, if you don't let go of my hand, I won't give you the eight-tone box you've always wanted! Yu Jiao, if you step on my ass again, I won't find a wife for you! And Fangshan, you are about to be a father. Be careful that my son won't marry your girl..."

"Bad boy, my girl hasn't married your son yet. Let your son be single all his life!"

"Haha..."

Everyone laughed.

Luo Wener looked at them, and her congested heart gradually cracked with bursts of cheerful laughter and penetrated into the sunlight.

That year, she entered the palace, and the news came out that she would not come back.

Zhao Yi and Cuifeng got married on the eighth day of February according to Huo Jia's previous calculation. According to her previous arrangement, they went to Lin Guo to run a branch.

At that time, she was stranded in Xiangyang Village under the snowy mountains with Qian Yumo.

At that time, she thought she would really stay there...

"Okay, I've been strippered. Let's see if I don't deal with you!"

Zhao Yi got up from the ground untily and rushed up with his teeth and claws.

They are very happy, a little exaggeratedly happy, so happy that they don't forget to peek at her face while laughing...

The heart seems to be brushed by the spring breeze. At this moment, the warmth is immersed in.

So she lowered her eyes and the corners of her lips were shallow...

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Zhao Yi lobbyed others to go to the Linguo branch for him so that he could come back to help the shopkeeper. Half a month later, he turned back step by step with stones.

Tianxiang Tower has returned to its former calm.

Yes, it's too calm.

"I don't know who the shopkeeper leaked out our secret recipe for making dumplings. Now all restaurants have learned that even steamed buns and wontons... are all accessible. I tried them one by one, but how can our people make such a wrong after so many years?

Unsuddenly, she remembered that New Year's Eve. He secretly went back to Bichi Palace and whispered in her ear, "It turns out that dumplings are made like this..."

But why? Why spread this "secret" to others?