Chapter 134
Seeing this, Mu Qingxuan stopped trying to persuade him, and just reminded him carefully: "You must take good care of yourself, and don't force yourself to bear any problems."
She suddenly remembered something and said, "It just so happens that the money I gave you earlier for taking care of grandma, Aunt Chen, you should keep it well. We are so far away from Guangdong Province, just use it as travel expenses."
Chen Hongxia's fingers trembled slightly and her eyes turned red instantly.
She turned her head away and responded hastily: "I know, you are just a worrywart."
She looked up at the big clock at the station and urged, "It's almost time, hurry up and get in, don't waste time!"
Mu Qingxuan wanted to say something, but Huo Changfeng gently put his arm around her shoulders.
He said gently, "Aunt Chen, take care."
Yao Jinglan also stepped forward and stuffed a cloth bag into Chen Hongxia's hand: "There are some herbs in it. Hongtao can use it to change the medicine."
As the train whistle sounded as it entered the station, Mu Qingxuan looked back every few steps and waved at Chen Hongxia.
Chen Hongxia stood there, her figure getting smaller and smaller, but she always kept waving.
The train started slowly, and the clanging sound of the rails and wheels colliding sounded rhythmically.
Mu Qingxuan sat by the window with the oil-paper bag on her knees. Hot air rose through the paper, spreading a warm atmosphere in the cold carriage.
Yao Jinglan was wearing reading glasses and was carefully sorting the medicine bag she brought with her.
Huo Changfeng silently unscrewed the thermos, and the hot steam instantly blurred his vision.
"Try it, the buns Auntie Chen gave me must be delicious."
Mu Qingxuan forced herself to cheer up, a smile forming on her lips.
She gently peeled off the oil paper, and the wheat aroma of the buns mixed with the aroma of the fillings immediately filled the air.
However, just as she was about to pick up a bun, her fingertips touched a strange hard object.
Hidden at the bottom of the oil paper package was a neatly folded small cloth bag.
There are still fine stitches on the surface of the fabric, which is obviously hand-sewn.
Mu Qingxuan's heart sank suddenly and she unfolded the cloth bag tremblingly.
The moment the familiar corner of the passbook appeared, her eyes were instantly filled with hot tears.
That was the passbook she forced on Chen Hongxia on the day she brought Yao Jinglan home from the town hospital.
"I told Aunt Chen to keep the money for herself..."
Her voice was choked with sobs, and her fingertips tightly grasped the passbook: "Their lives are already hard, and now they have to leave home together. Without this money, how will they live in the future..."
Yao Jinglan put down the medicine bag in her hand, and tears welled up in her cloudy eyes.
She reached out and gently patted the back of Mu Qingxuan's hand, sighing, "Hongxia and Hongtao are both honest children. They must feel bad for taking such a large sum of money from you for nothing."
"Repaying the money is like taking the weight off their shoulders..."
Huo Changfeng gently held Mu Qingxuan in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, feeling the slight trembling of the person in his arms.
"Xuanxuan, don't be sad." His voice was low and gentle, and his palm gently stroked her back again and again.
"You have to believe that with Aunt Chen and Uncle Sun's abilities, they will definitely be able to live a good life. There are many opportunities in Guangdong Province. They are hardworking and will definitely be able to make a name for themselves."
Mu Qingxuan nodded gently, feeling mixed emotions.
After a day and a night, the three finally arrived at the capital.
Huo Jianye had already arranged a car to take the three of them directly back to the Huo family.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sycamore leaves were blown down by the autumn wind, casting mottled shadows on the marble floor.
Cui Lirong stood up for the umpteenth time and adjusted her pearl brooch in front of the dressing mirror at the entrance, her fingertips brushing over the buttons of her Xiangyunsha cheongsam.
As if she suddenly remembered something, she turned around, grabbed the carved sandalwood comb, and pinned the hair at her temples more neatly.
"Auntie Wang, take another look, isn't my lipstick too bright?"
There was a subtle nervousness in her voice, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of anticipation.
Wang Ma was placing a freshly cut fruit platter on the coffee table. She looked up and smiled gently, "Madam, you are dressed elegantly and gracefully. Anyone who sees you will have to praise you."
The porcelain plate made a crisp sound when it tapped against the marble tabletop. She had specially carved the cantaloupe into the shape of a flower.
"Besides, you love to study these things every day, and you always take good care of yourself."
A cold snort came from the sofa.
Old Mrs. Huo was flipping through the "Jingyun" magazine in her hand. Her reading glasses slid to the tip of her nose, revealing her half-closed eyes.
"She's just an old woman from the countryside. Is it necessary for you to treat her like a formidable enemy?"
The magazines made a rustling sound as she flipped through them, as if she was venting some kind of dissatisfaction.
When Cui Lirong turned around, the hem of her skirt brought up a gust of fragrant wind, and the silk fabric glowed with a soft luster under the floor lamp.
"Mom, that's Qingxuan's grandmother who raised her. She's our real relative!"
She walked over to the old lady and sat down. "According to seniority, it's not too much for me to call her mom, but of course I have to be more serious."
"After all, I am still a peasant."
Old Mrs. Huo turned her face away, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes betrayed her tense mood.
The edge of the magazine was wrinkled by her, and the stills of the art troupe actors on the cover were almost creased.
Cui Lirong stared at the new white hair behind the old man's ears and suddenly laughed out loud.
She put her arm around the old lady's shoulders and said jokingly, "Mom, if you weren't curious about Old Lady Yao, why did you interrupt your trip to come back? When you left last month, you said you wanted to visit all the famous places of interest in the country."
The tips of Mrs. Huo's ears turned red instantly, like a child whose secret was exposed in front of her.
She stood up suddenly: "Nonsense! I'm just tired from the journey and want to go home and rest!"
When he turned around, he accidentally knocked over the sandalwood cane beside him, and the crisp sound echoed in the living room.
Wang Ma held back her laughter and bent down to pick up the crutches.
Cui Lirong took the opportunity to push the old lady back onto the sofa: "Yes, yes, yes, you have the best ideas."
She stuffed a piece of osmanthus cake into the old man's hand and said, "Try it quickly. This is the skill that Wang Ma has just learned. It's no worse than the old brands out there."
Just then, a familiar brake sound was heard outside the yard.
Old Mrs. Huo paused and almost dropped the osmanthus cake.
A hint of surprise flashed across Cui Lirong's face and she hurried over to greet him.
She first looked at Mu Qingxuan and Huo Changfeng, and confirmed that there was no change in the two of them, and then her heart settled down.
The old lady looked about the same age as Old Lady Huo, but her eyes and brows were much sharper than Old Lady Huo's. She looked like someone who was not easy to bully.
Although she was dressed simply, her clothes were washed very cleanly. Her back was straight and her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.
Completely different from Mu Dashan and Sun Qiumei whom I had met before.
Cui Lirong's eyes were filled with a deep smile. The moment she saw the old lady, she finally understood why Mu Qingxuan was so outstanding.
It's obvious at first glance that he has inherited the old lady's true skills.
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