"Ashan, Uncle Song, Chen Xiu, Ji Changhe and the others are here. Are you ready? I'll let them in right away..."
Seeing someone coming at the door, Wen He smiled gently and shouted towards the house. After hearing Ah Shan and Song Wei's responses, Wen He turned around again and smiled awkwardly at Chen Xiu and Ji Changhe. "Excuse me, you might want to come in and sit for a while. Uncle Song and Ah Shan have been busy with some drums lately. They go to bed late at night, and the weather has been very cold recently, so they get up even later. You guys come in and sit for a while. I'll make you some hot tea and call them over..."
As Wen He said this, he moved sideways to invite the two people standing outside the door in.
However, Wen He stood sideways and waited for a long time, but did not see how the two people in front of him came in. He raised his head in confusion, but was suddenly met with the complicated expression on the other person's face that was difficult to conceal. He wanted to say something, but in the end he could not say anything.
To be honest, this was not the first time Wen He had seen such an expression. Ever since she woke up half a year ago, everyone who came to visit her had more or less such an expression on their faces, but her mother, Uncle Song, and A Shan had helped to block them all.
Somehow, those who came to visit her were not afraid of her mother, but were quite afraid of Uncle Song and Ashan. When they saw them blocking their way, they didn't dare to say anything more. The same was true for Chen Xiu and Ji Changhe in front of them. However, in addition to being afraid of Uncle Song and Ashan, these two people were more familiar with them. They were also familiar with her ancestral home and seemed to have been there many times before.
But Wen He didn't remember any of these things. Not to mention the events, she even didn't remember many of the people. She only remembered a small part of them clearly, such as Wen's mother and Ashan, but she didn't remember most of the people, even Uncle Song. She only became familiar with him later, not to mention Chen Xiu and Ji Changhe.
There was no way. Ever since she fainted on Nanshan Mountain, her memory seemed to be missing. Later, Uncle Song went to Nanshan Mountain for something and found her fainted on the mountain, so he carried her back.
It’s not that Wen He herself was not panicking at all, but when she found that others were more worried about her situation, she subconsciously suppressed her uneasy emotions to prevent others from worrying too much about her.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed, and Wen He had gradually gotten used to it again. He was no longer surprised by looks like that from Chen Xiu and Ji Changhe.
There was nothing wrong with her, but after seeing such looks so many times, Wen He always felt a little guilty and felt that she was causing others too much trouble.
Thinking of this, Wen He subconsciously shook his head and said:
"I'm feeling much better now. You don't need to look at me like that. I don't remember much about what happened before, but I'm fine. Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Come in first. It's been really cold this winter. It's easy to get cold just standing at the door."
After saying that, Wen He let Chen Xiu and Ji Changhe come in first without any explanation, and she was about to close the door.
Seeing this, Chen Xiu and Ji Changhe had no time to say anything and had to go into the house first. But just as Wen He turned to leave and was about to make them some hot tea to warm their stomachs, Chen Xiu, after trying to hold back, finally couldn't help it anymore and called out to Wen He, stammering anxiously, "Wait, wait, Wen He, wait a minute, don't you remember that Old Ji and I are fine, but you really don't remember that person at all...?"
"Who is that person? Is he someone I should remember? But there are indeed many people I don't remember very well, and I need to get to know them again. Who are you talking about? I can get to know him again..."
"No, no, Wen He, that person is..."
Seeing Wen He's normal expression, Chen Xiu couldn't help but become even more anxious, subconsciously wanting to say something. But before he could finish his words, Ji Changhe, who was standing beside him, suddenly pulled him back and shook his head, stopping him. Chen Xiu was stunned, and a look of resentment crossed his face, but he finally closed his mouth with a grimace. Ji Changhe, however, smoothed things over with a laugh, pushing Chen Xiu forward and saying to Wen He, "It's okay, Xiao He. Please make us some tea. It's a bit cold standing by the door. Let's go inside and wait for Uncle Song and A Shan to arrive..."
It was obvious from these words that they were excuses to get people away, but Wen He just smiled and nodded in response. Without saying anything else, he turned around and went to the kitchen to make tea. However, before he went far, Wen He could still hear Ji Changhe's somewhat excited voice not far away.
What he said was, "Chen Xiu, are you crazy? Do you want Song Wei, the King of Hell, to give Dayu eight pieces?! Without the Shen family, your genius is still here. No one in the metaphysics circle can match Song Yanluo. He is now restrained a little for the sake of Wen He and her daughter. Don't forget, you promised Song Yanluo not to force Wen He to recall. Do you want to be kicked out by him? And this is also for Xiao He's good, isn't it? Selective amnesia is a form of self-protection. Xiao He may have forgotten it because she doesn't want to recall the painful things at that time..."
"How do you know?! You're not Wen He, how do you know that Wen He would forget something just because he doesn't want to remember it? You know exactly what happened in Nanshan. This isn't a normal event at all!!"
"Yes, I know this isn't a normal event. If it were, then when the entire country is sweltering in the summer, wouldn't it be snowing in June in Nanshan? Even those of us closest to Nanshan have been affected, with the temperature plummeting. No matter how you look at it, this isn't normal! But so what? Wen He is no longer considered a member of the metaphysical community. He's just an ordinary person, and certainly not the Wen He who used to amaze everyone with his formations! Isn't there a rule in your metaphysical community that doesn't allow ordinary people from outside the community to be dragged into it? What are you doing now..."
As the distance between them increased, Wen He could no longer hear the rest of the conversation. She only knew that Chen Xiu and Ji Changhe had a big argument until Uncle Song's voice, which must have been unhappy, came. Then they both shut up and kept quiet. But this also meant that she would not be able to hear any of the conversation that followed.
Every time Uncle Song and Ashan talked about something important with other people, they would always open a barrier to prevent any content of the conversation from being transmitted out. At this time, she couldn't go in to serve hot tea, lest Uncle Song would have to hurriedly pretend to remove the barrier casually. This would be troublesome, so it was better not to disturb them.
Just at this moment, Wen's mother walked into the kitchen. She saw that there were guests coming and planned to take the extra snacks she had made yesterday to make tea for the guests. Seeing this, Wen He asked Wen's mother to help bring in a few cups of hot tea.
"Okay, just leave it there after you soak it, and I'll bring it in for them later. But where are you going, Xiaohe? Are you busy with something?"
Perhaps because he was used to being independent, Wen He rarely had the habit of doing things halfway and then entrusting others to help with the rest of the work. Even if the other person was his mother, it was the same. It was rare for his mother to intervene in a half-finished job. But now, Wen He asked his mother to help bring in the brewed tea, which made his mother subconsciously ask this question.
Of course, Wen He didn't have anything to do right now, nor did she have anywhere to go, but she couldn't say that she didn't go to make tea to "avoid suspicion". She had observed that the barrier set up by Uncle Song was only aimed at her, and only she couldn't get in, and it didn't target Wen's mother.
Seeing this, Wen He made up an excuse and said, "Where am I going...? I'm going to... Oh, I want to go to the orchard on the back mountain to see if there are any plants that haven't been frozen to death, and pick any surviving fruits."
The orchard that Wen He mentioned was a piece of land that had been reclaimed and planted in the back mountain. It was said that the fruits and vegetables there grew very well in the past, and were almost all sold at high prices, and were even in short supply. But unfortunately, the climate changed and the weather suddenly turned cold, and the entire orchard and vegetable field was almost wiped out. Only a small orchard in her yard was preserved. It seemed that Uncle Song and Ashan had drawn some kind of formation around the small orchard in the yard.
Of course, Wen's mother just asked casually, not really wanting to know where Wen He was going. She just said, "It's cold, come back early and be careful," and didn't say anything else, letting Wen He go.
On the contrary, after Wen's mother brought tea for her, Wen He found that she had nothing to do when she was free. Usually, she would chat with Wen's mother, Uncle Song, and Ashan, or go back to her room to take a nap.
But at this moment today, for some reason, Wen He felt particularly irritated. Perhaps it was because the barrier prevented him from hearing other people's voices in the room, which made Wen He subconsciously not want to stay in this room any longer.
Otherwise, she should go to the fruit forest in the back mountain to take a look. Although those words were just made up by her in a hurry, Wen He did plan to go there before to see if there were any surviving fruit seedlings, but she never found the time. It is better to go today than to wait for another day.
Thinking of this, Wen He went back to his room, put on a warm coat, took a small basket to put a small shovel and other tools, and went out.
The orchard on the back mountain was not far away. Taking a shortcut, Wen He reached the back mountain after about ten or twenty minutes.
Just at a glance, you can see that there are almost no plants in sight but withered ones. Most of them have died of cold. Even if there are some that are still alive, they look listless and are not far from dying.
It seems that it will be a bit difficult to find surviving fruit seedlings. Fortunately, Wen He was mentally prepared. He knew that the weather had changed drastically in recent days, so he didn't have much expectations. He was more interested in strolling around than looking for surviving fruit seedlings.
So, Wen He walked around and searched. After about half an hour, she finally saw a red dot covered with thin snow. It looked particularly surprising in the almost pure white. It was a rare surviving strawberry seedling. No, or to be more precise, it was a strawberry seedling that was about to freeze to death. It seemed that all the nutrients of the whole seedling were hanging on this only fruit, a small strawberry.
Perhaps it was because the dazzling red color was so attractive that Wen He almost subconsciously wanted to reach out and pick the only strawberry.
However, just as her hand moved, before she touched the fruit, a ball of fluffy black shadow, no, to be more precise, a large ball of fluffy black shadow, leading a group of small balls of black shadows, appeared from the corner of her eye, making a "cooing" sound, flapping its wings, with a tall and mighty body, but extremely agile. It used its mouth to pick up the small strawberry quickly and accurately with its sharp beak in front.
It must be said that the figure that suddenly jumped out scared Wen He. When she looked closely, she found that this big ball and the small ball following behind it were none other than a very majestic and agile rooster.
The smaller balls behind them were a group of chicks that were beginning to mature. Their feathers had basically grown out. There were only a few that were developing slowly and their feathers had not grown out yet, so their feathers looked patchy. They rushed towards the big rooster in a group, surrounded the big rooster and chirped. Their pairs of black eyes stared at the little strawberry in the big rooster's mouth with greed, as if they wanted to have a taste of the little strawberry. The groups of chirped against the big rooster and tried to squeeze under the big rooster's feet, as if they were acting coquettishly or something.
But the big rooster clearly didn't buy it. With one of its claws supporting the ground, it used the other claw to mercilessly kick out those furry, lazy guys who were just eating for free.
After kicking, the big rooster raised its head again and looked at Wen He in front of it. Its black eyes blinked, as if it had made a difficult decision in hesitation. After a while, it stretched its chicken head towards Wen He and made a "cuckoo" sound.
It seems to be saying that it wants to give the little strawberry to you.
Wen He watched this scene, trying to hold back, but in the end, he couldn't help it anymore. A bright smile suddenly overflowed on his face. He didn't know when he laughed out loud. Wen He only heard himself laughing subconsciously and saying, "Dahei, Dahei, look, even the big rooster is smarter than you. He knows how to bring things to honor me. And those little yellow chickens, they were just a bunch of light yellow fluffy chicks before, but now they have grown up..."
However, before she could finish her words, Wen He's voice suddenly stopped. Putting aside whether she had ever seen these chicks as chicks before, just for one thing... who was Dahei? Was it him? Was it her? Or... him?
The author has something to say: These chickens are not ordinary chickens. I have slowed down the growth rate of the chicks. According to the growth rate of ordinary chicks, they will become adult chickens in more than half a year.
This article will be completed before February 1st.
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