The ember in front of the grave was moved by the wind, and Lu Gu burst into tears, crying silently.
The deep voice was indescribably pleasant, Lu Gu sniffed lightly, and his eyes were a little sore after hearing this, but he didn't cry, he just nodded his head heavily, and gave a nasal "huh".
As he walked, Lu Gu thought about everything that happened after he arrived at Shen's house, and Shen Xuanqing's words just now, his heart was inevitably sour, and this sourness made him wanted to grab Shen Xuanqing's clothes again, but he himself didn't know why.
They hadn’t arrived at Qingxi Village yet, the autumn harvest was over, and there were few people on the road, Shen Xuanqing was beside him, Lu Gu couldn't hold back, and quietly raised his hand to hold some fabric from Shen Xuanqing's clothes.
After finishing all the things that should be busy, Lu Gu and Shen Xuanqing packed the next day and went to the mountain again. It was mid-morning when they left, and as soon as they went out to the north hillside, there were red persimmons hanging from the persimmon tree outside the mud wall of the north of Shen's house.
Wei Lanxiang saw it and said, "The persimmons are ripe, bring some for you two."
"Mother, there are some on the mountain, no need." Shen Xuanqing didn't go to pick them, and the wild persimmons in the mountains were beginning to ripen, and the taste was not much different , they were all sweet persimmons, why bother to pull the ones from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
Lu Gu had been in the mountains with Shen Xuanqing for so long, knowing where there were persimmons to pick, naturally he was not greedy for them. That being the case, Wei Lanxiang didn't say anything else, stopped outside the house, and watched the two of them went to the mountain.
There were some things on the cart, and there were Lugu’s chickens and ducks in the cages. Dahui and the other dogs were exploring the way ahead, sniffing at the roots of the trunks, sometimes lifting their hind legs to pee as a mark.