Chapter 587

"Pack up, let's say goodbye to Aunt Yang and go back today." His mood was suddenly affected, and Tang Shaofeng's voice was a little hoarse.

Miao Xiaohui nodded cleverly, ran back to change her shoes immediately, and then followed Tang Shaofeng to Aunt Yang's house

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After saying goodbye to Aunt Yang and giving a simple explanation to the team leader, Tang Shaofeng took Miao Xiaohui's RV on the road directly, and he left his Audi to a Zhe to deal with the aftermath.

Along the way, the speed is very fast, I want to fly.

Miao Xiaohui, who is sitting in the co pilot's seat, has been keeping her head down and not talking. Her eyes are always paying attention to the road ahead for uncle Feng. When she meets a red light, she reminds him with a nervous expression.

Tang Shaofeng saw her nervous and gave her a hand to kill her.

"Don't be afraid, it will be here soon!"

"Well!" Miao Xiaohui nodded in a dull voice, saying nothing more.

Soon the train arrived in the city. Instead of going back to Jingyuan, they went straight to Wu Yanqing's hospital.

"Lao Qin?" Looking for a circle, Tang Shaofeng finally found Wu Yanqing in the hospital morgue.

He sat on the floor of the corridor without saying a word. He hadn't seen him for several days. His hair was disheveled, his beard was ragged, and he had a pair of panda eyes with blood in his eyes.

Tang Shaofeng slowed down and slowly approached him. Finally, he sat on the cold floor with him and handed him a cigarette.

Seeing that he didn't pick it up, Tang Shaofeng lit it for him and put it in his mouth.

Wu Yanqing took a hard puff of smoke and coughed abruptly. He couldn't stop.

Tang Shaofeng stretched out his hand to clap a cup for him. He didn't say much consolation, because he knew that no matter how many words he could use at this moment, he couldn't erase his inner pain.

Instead of making him feel more uncomfortable, it's better to just sit quietly without mentioning anything.

The scene behind Miao Xiaohui, who was following Tang Shaofeng, was not close to him. Instead, he turned around and went to a small supermarket near the hospital to buy several bottles of Baijiu and carry it back to the hospital.

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Obediently stay in the side, watching uncle Feng and uncle Qin blow to each other. Miao Xiaohui doesn't know whether she is doing right or wrong.

Anyway, she remembers brother Hao said that when a man is upset, he needs only two things, that is, tobacco and wine.

Although a drunk can't solve thousands of worries, Miao Xiaohui thinks that it can at least help Uncle Qin to reduce his pain. As scheduled, it's better for him to get drunk.

Even wake up, and then continue to pretend to be strong.

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Miao Xiaohui waited on the bench in the corridor, and finally fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she was already on the soft and comfortable bed of Jingyuan.

She sat up and reflected for a long time to make sure that it was her room. Then she ran out of bed and opened the door to find uncle Feng.

"Uncle Feng, uncle Feng?" Maybe these days and uncle Feng have been used to sticking to him. If I can't see him for a minute, I feel flustered.

She cried as she walked downstairs, and then heard the familiar voice.

"Miss Miao, are you awake?" This voice is from the simple and honest voice of Yang Qingshan in the living room on the first floor.

Miao Xiaohui immediately cheered with surprise: "Uncle Yang, why are you here?"

Yang Qingshan explained with a simple smile: "Mr. Tang called me and asked me to come. Mr. Tang's company has something to deal with. I'm afraid you won't see him alone when you wake up, so I'll accompany you."

"Uncle Feng is not at home?" Miao Xiaohui's excited face was pulled down in an instant,

"Well, I'm going to the company." Yang Qingshan explained again.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Tang said when he was going out, and he didn't know what he was going to do. However, Mr. Tang's face was not very good-looking, so he might have encountered something bothering.

"Oh! I see Miao Xiaohui, who was in a low mood for a moment, turned and walked upstairs. After just two steps, she immediately turned her head and said to Yang Qingshan, who was at a loss: "Uncle Yang, you're free. You can have any refrigerator you want. I'll go upstairs and wash first."

Hearing her saying this, Yang Qingshan said with a smile, "well, you don't care about me, you are busy with you."

Miao Xiaohui let out a sound and went upstairs in despair.

Approaching the room, sitting on the big bed, except in a daze, I didn't know what to do.

Does uncle Feng go out early in the morning to help Uncle Qin? After all, his brother has something to do with him. Uncle Feng, who is very righteous, is sure to be there.

Sure enough, when she called Uncle Feng, no one answered. After half an hour, uncle Feng came back to her.

Although the mood is still not good, but she is still very gentle, "wake up?"

Miao Xiaohui almost cried when she woke up. Without her parents for so many years, she thought that she had been used to being single, but she didn't expect that she was still so fragile.

In particular, the more things happen, the more lonely I feel, the more insignificant I feel, the more valuable I feel to be cared for and taken care of.

"Uncle Feng, where have you been? Why don't you wake me up and go with me? " This voice, obviously changed, with a cry.

"I came to the memorial service for grandfather Qin. I can't bear to ask you to come..." Tang Shaofeng was deeply affected when he saw his mother crying. Now he heard baozi crying on the phone, and he couldn't help it.

"Uncle Feng ~" Miao Xiaohui didn't make any noise, and she wasn't unhappy because Uncle Feng didn't take her, because she knew uncle Feng's good intentions.

He didn't take her, because he was worried that she would be afraid, sad, sad... So she didn't blame uncle Feng at all.

In addition to full of moving, she really did not know what she could say or do.

"Uncle Feng, take good care of Uncle Qin. Don't worry about me. I'm accompanied by Uncle Yang. I'm very good at home." At this moment, Miao Xiaohui felt that she had grown up, experienced the life and death of the people around her, and felt the value of life more and more.

She thought, from today on, she should cherish everyone around her

Tang Shaofeng was more or less surprised by this straightforward answer. His dark eyes suddenly lit up like stars. Then he walked towards her, took her hand and sat down in the sofa.

Warm big palm gently stroked her long hair, her head gently on his shoulder, tone low and gentle: "it's OK."

"Well, I know." Miao Xiaohui quietly leans in Uncle Feng's arms. Although uncle Feng only says three words, her heart is extremely stable.

This should be the sense of security between familiar people, right?

Leaning in Uncle Feng's arms, I don't know how long it took. Uncle Feng, with a smart nose, asked with a smile, "did you cook?"

Miao Xiaohui then remembered to cook some porridge in the pot and immediately broke away from his arms. "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot. I'll give you pumpkin porridge. Come and have some."

Uncle Feng accompanied uncle Qin to drink a lot of wine yesterday. I don't know if his stomach will feel bad. She couldn't see anyone else this morning, so she had to cook at this time.

Tang Shaofeng got up with a smile. He was quite surprised that xiaobaozi could cook porridge for him.

Follow small steamed stuffed bun into the restaurant, originally intended to go to the kitchen with her to have a look, but the little girl just won't let him, must let him sit in front of the table.

Out of helplessness, he can only listen to the arrangement of xiaobaozi, sitting obediently at the table, waiting for the delicious food she made.

In a few minutes, xiaobaozi came out of the kitchen with two bowls of golden pumpkin porridge. After putting it down, he ran in again

Tang Shaofeng asked at the top of his voice, "do you want me to help you?"

He just casually asked, the steamed stuffed buns immediately anxious, "no need." Three times in a row.

He pick eyebrows, can only look at the two bowls of porridge on the table to continue to wait.

Come out again, small steamed stuffed bun in the hands of a small cold dish, simple cucumber shredded, with a little red pepper, let alone quite creative.

"You did it all?" Tang Shaofeng stared at the porridge and cold dishes on the table, a little surprised.

Before xiaobaozi cooked for him, it was under the guidance and help of aunt Yang, but today she was the only one, so it surprised him so much.

"Well, I just don't know if it's delicious." She handed the chopsticks to Uncle Feng and explained modestly.

Tang Shaofeng smiles, takes his chopsticks and goes straight to the cold dish folder. He slowly puts them in his mouth and starts to chew them.

Banxiang gave a two word comment: "delicious!"

"Really?" Miao Xiaohui asked happily. Then she picked up the chopsticks and tasted them. Although they were not so delicious, they still tasted good.

He narrowed his eyes and laughed at Uncle Feng, and said, "it seems that I still have some talent to be a chef? Now, after graduating from University, nothing can be achieved, so it's good for me to be a cook, isn't it? "

Tang Shaofeng looked at her with a smile, but his expression was very serious, "I'm not happy about that."

Miao Xiaohui also became serious, "why?"

"Because I don't want everyone to taste your craft!"

This

Why does that sound so provocative?

Miao Xiaohui blushed involuntarily and immediately lowered her head to eat. She didn't dare to talk any more.

Tang Shaofeng saw her shy appearance, the corners of her mouth bent, and finally did not continue to say.

When he attended the memorial service today, he thought that some people and some things should be completed as soon as possible, otherwise, no amount of tears will be lost until that day.

So, he plans to tell her at her bar mitzvah

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After dinner, he helped xiaobaozi clear the table together. Two people went into the kitchen, one washed and the other Shua. They cooperated very well.

Fingertips occasionally touch fingertips, and neither of them looks up. There is a good feeling of years in silence.

After washing the dishes, they went out of the kitchen one by one, but no one wanted to go upstairs.

Simply two people sat in the sofa, four eyes relative, full of love.

"That..." Miao Xiaohui was embarrassed by Uncle Feng. She immediately lowered her head to look at her hand on her knee and found a topic to break the awkward atmosphere. " That... Uncle Qin, is he OK? "

Deep eyes blinked, Tang Shaofeng said: "fortunately, stronger than I imagined."

"That's good!" Miao Xiaohui doesn't know what to say. No matter how much consolation she gives to such a big thing, she can only respond awkwardly.

Her voice fell behind, and the whole living room was quiet again, as if the air had condensed together.

Then Tang Shaofeng opened his mouth and patted the position beside him toward the bun on the other side. "Come on, sit next to Uncle Feng."