Mr. Shen, who was standing by, had a complicated look on his face, with some reluctance and some confusion. He whispered, "Didn't we agree to leave in May?"

"It's only two months away, why not go back and report now? This way, I can adapt in advance."

Feng Anchen's brows were calm and he spoke in a light voice.

After hearing this, Mr. Shen San still breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, the child came from a wealthy family and had never been in the countryside. He lived here with him and worked in the fields, although it was only a few months, but he had suffered a lot.

I got blisters on my feet and calluses on my hands, which had never happened before.

So Mr. Shen San was really worried about the two children. Even though they didn't need him to worry at all, he was still thinking about them.

The same is true even if I live in the Shen family.

Now that the two children have finally returned, he is indeed relieved, but after having been together for such a long time, the old man is reluctant to let him go.

But I know it is the right thing to do. What is the difference between March and May?

"Xiao Wu, what you said makes sense. Have you greeted everyone at school?"

"My aunt has already called Principal Chen."

Third Master Shen nodded secretly, but then he remembered something, "Your Uncle Shen and the others all know about it, right?"

Feng Anchen paused as he was packing his luggage. His handsome eyebrows darkened little by little, and his pair of eyes that were as bright as stars seemed to have become two deep, dark whirlpools. However, his eyelids were slightly drooped, and his long eyelashes blocked his thoughts, so it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

He just paused for a moment, then said softly, "I'll talk to Uncle Shen tonight."

"Xiaowu, Jiawen's grades will definitely allow him to be admitted to the imperial capital. By then, you two will be together again. It will only be a little over half a year."

Mr. Shen San thought Feng Anchen and Shen Jiawen were reluctant to separate, so he hurried to comfort them.

But it is true.

Unless two people go to different cities to study, they will meet again.

Feng Anchen nodded, but said nothing more. He continued to clean up, including Li Qing's things.

Grandma Mu’s house was already heated up.

However, Shen Yu didn't let them cook there because there was nothing there and it would not be convenient to cook.

Besides, it’s not far away, and we’ll be there in a few minutes.

So we made dumplings together in the evening.

The kitchen was far away from the west room. Shen Qingshan held a kitchen knife in each hand and easily chopped several pounds of pork into minced meat. Then he began to chop sauerkraut. The young man was very strong, and it didn't take him long to chop the dumpling stuffing.

After kneading a large bowl of dough, Chen Li, Grandma Mu, Shen Mingxi and Shen Qingshan started making dumplings.

Chen Li is a good cook. The aroma of her sauerkraut and meat filling is so delicious that you can smell it as soon as you enter the kitchen.

Yuanli also wants to help if he comes in.

He came here for Qingshan. He had heard about Shen Qingshan's deeds and wanted to get better acquainted with him.

In his heart, this young man is extraordinary.

Chen Li thought of something and looked at Shen Mingxi, saying softly, "Xiaoxi, go to the west room and wake up your great grandfather. The kang is a little hot and he may get irritated if he sleeps too much. Let your great grandfather drink half a cup of tea. The dumplings are ready and need to be cooked. It's a good time to wake him up now."

Shen Mingxi agreed, put down the dumpling skin in her hand, gave her seat to Yuanli who was eager to try, and she went to the west room with a cup of warm tea.

Sure enough, Mr. Shen was still asleep.

However, Shen Hongxiu had already gotten up, and at this time he was talking to Shen Yu in the study.

It’s just a name, calling it a study.

Because no one lives here and it is not a living room, it is just a square room with a bookcase, a desk and a long bench against the north wall.

Because white lime for painting walls was not easy to buy at that time, the walls of the house were plastered with yellow mud mixed with wheat straw.

In fact, this is mostly the case in the north, and some families will paste newspapers on it.

In the past two years, the supply and marketing cooperative has launched a kind of wallpaper with floral patterns.

Therefore, during the Chinese New Year, many families would buy such wallpaper and paste it on the walls, making the house look bright and brand new. The Shen family also planned to do so and prepared to paste a layer of wallpaper during the Chinese New Year.

If it is burnt too early, it will become stale by the time of the Chinese New Year due to the smoke and fire.

There is no New Year atmosphere.

Shen Yu had already bought this wallpaper when he went to South City.

But now the walls are still covered with yellow mud.

The red bricks fired in brick kilns are still in short supply, so it is not possible to luxuriously pave the ground with red bricks, but just a layer of yellow mud can be smoothed.

The whole house looked gray.

It is naturally very different from the quaint study of the Shen family in Yuncheng, which has bookshelves made of rosewood, floors made of yellow nanmu, and countless precious books on the bookshelves.

Even the chair in the study has a history.

So Shen Hongxiu, who was talking to Shen Yu in the study, was eagerly hoping that his son would agree to go back to Yuncheng with him.

So at this time, the old man was the only one in the west room.

When the door curtain was lifted, Shen Mingxi was stunned for a moment, paused for a few seconds with the teacup in his hand, and then walked towards the kang.

Putting the teacup on the table, Shen Mingxi leaned over and called softly, "Grandpa, get up."

Mr. Shen's eyelids moved while he was sleeping, but his brows suddenly frowned.

He opened his eyes, then closed them again.

The eyeballs were moving, as if sensing something.

Shen Mingxi was really stunned, not knowing whether the great grandfather was awake or not.

She leaned forward again, stretched out her hand, and gently pushed Mr. Shen's shoulder, "Grandpa, don't sleep anymore. We're going to cook dumplings soon."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Shen suddenly turned over and sat up, then looked at Shen Mingxi with shock, disbelief, confusion and a slightly bewildered look.

Countless thoughts arose in my mind, and I blurted out, "Xiaoxi, have you been to my ward?"

Shen Mingxi was shocked.

She never expected that Mr. Shen would suddenly ask her such a question.

But before she could answer, Mr. Shen closed his eyes again.

Shen Mingxi looked at Mr. Shen in confusion. What was he doing?

Then the situation in the house became very strange.

Shen Mingxi stood at the edge of the kang, motionless.

Old Master Shen sat cross-legged on the kang with his eyes closed like an old monk in meditation.

Fortunately, there was no third person in the room, otherwise it would have been absolutely shocking.

Shen Mingxi's heart was pounding as she kept recalling every detail of what happened in the Yuncheng ward. She was sure that the old man was in a coma at that time and it was impossible for him to see her. She was also invisible in the space and the short time she came out was just to feed him spiritual spring water.

(End of this chapter)