The sound of rain gradually getting quieter outside the house made the old woman sigh with emotion.
"I'm afraid the rain will stop, Taoist priest.
Your disciple may have been sweating after drinking the decoction."
"Thank you for reminding me, ma'am."
Qingfeng hurriedly looked at Xin Yun.
As expected, he was covered in sweat and the clothes underneath him were soaked through.
"Taoist Master, how is your disciple's fever gone?"
the old woman asked with concern.
Qingfeng breathed a long sigh of relief and was very grateful.
"Auntie's decoction really worked, and the fever finally went away."
"Then, Taoist Master, sit down for a while.
I'll make you something to eat.
Wait until the young master wakes up and let him eat something.
He will feel better by tomorrow."
The old woman said with a smile and returned to the back room. .
After a while, the old woman greeted Qingfeng with two bowls of thick porridge.
At this time, Xin Yun had woken up and was looking at the unfamiliar things around him with his big eyes.
"Master, where are you?
Why did I suddenly fall asleep?"
"Silly boy, you got the cold, and this old lady saved you," Qingfeng replied calmly.
"Thank you, grandma."
The weak Xin Yun wanted to stand up and say thank you, but he was still unable to do so.
"Little master, don't dare to move," the old woman asked with concern.
"Master, let me feed you some thick porridge, and then have a good sleep.
You will be fine tomorrow."
After Qingfeng finished speaking, he began to feed Xin Yun thick porridge patiently.
After Xin Yun finished eating the thick porridge, he gradually gained strength, got out of the straw pile, and leaned against the wall.
Then I started to listen to the old woman talking about household matters.
"Well, I originally wanted to make something delicious for you, but I only have this little rice left at home.
Just make do with some."
The old woman on the side was a little embarrassed.
"Auntie, we still have some money here.
Wait until tomorrow and Pindao will buy you some food."
As he said that, Qingfeng returned the bowl of thick porridge that the old woman had left for him.
"Taoist priest, country people don't know how to speak.
Don't misunderstand me.
As the saying goes, guests do as they please.
Don't worry about the rain outside.
It's about to stop.
My son will be back in the evening, and I will take him with me when the time comes.
The food is back."
The stubborn old woman refused to take the thick porridge brought by Qingfeng.
Qingfeng made no excuses, but quietly put the bowl of thick porridge aside and left it for the old woman.
"Auntie, your son must be very filial," Qingfeng asked calmly.
When she mentioned her son, the old woman's face was mixed.
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"Filial filial piety is filial piety, but he doesn't like to take care of the crops in the field.
When I nag him, he always says that the family only has so much land, and if he continues to be a tenant farmer, he can't even make ends meet.
No matter what, he will find a way, Let the two of us fill our bellies and the child will grow up.
I will simply leave it alone and let him go."
"So, Auntie is also a blessed person," Qingfeng said slowly.
"Yes, as long as my son is safe, as a mother, I have nothing else to ask for," the old woman sighed.
"What a pity the parents in the world are," Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh.
"Who says that my mother is worried about her son traveling thousands of miles away?
I am worried about him when it comes to wind and rain."
When the sound of rain stopped outside, the old woman slowly walked to the door and said to herself.
"The rain has stopped and it's time for this kid to come back."
"Don't worry, aunt.
He knows you are at home and will be back in time," Qingfeng comforted her hurriedly.
The old woman slowly opened the door, and the thick earthy smell hit her nostrils.
The breeze saw that the dark clouds began to slowly dissipate, and the dusk sun quietly showed its face again.
At this moment, a short figure appeared not far away.
Qingfeng immediately thought of the old woman's son.
"Auntie, there is a person coming not far away.
Could it be your son?"
"Is that man short and thin?"
the old woman asked hurriedly.
"good" "Then my son, this brat, is finally back."
As she said that, the old woman couldn't wait to go out and stood at the door with a smile.
Sure enough, when the figure not far away saw the old woman at the door and ran towards her, the figure called her mother from afar.
After a while, the old woman's son's hand finally supported his mother.
"Mom, I asked you to stay in the house.
Why did you come out on your own?"
the old woman's son said worriedly.
"It's okay, mother, I heard the sound of rain and thought it was time for you to come back, so I went out and waited for you to come," the old woman replied with a smile.
"Mom, you can't be like this at home alone from now on."
The old woman's son patiently persuaded his mother, and when he saw Qingfeng, he asked again.
"Mom, why is this Taoist priest in our house?"
"This Taoist priest is passing by to take shelter from the rain," the old woman replied immediately.
"I see."
The old woman's son sighed and hurriedly said hello to Qingfeng.
"The villain has met the Taoist priest" "The poor road passes through the treasure land, and there are many disturbances," Qingfeng replied politely.
"Taoist Master, I'm serious.
My mother respects you monks the most.
How can I say that I'm disturbing you?"
The old woman's son smiled, and while supporting his mother, he invited Qingfeng to come into the house.
Xin Yun, who was still leaning against the wall, heard someone talking outside the door.
He guessed that it was the old woman's son who had come back, so he slowly stood up and gathered the straw under him.
The afterglow of the sun at dusk, after the dark clouds dissipated, bloomed with its last brilliance, dyeing the sky red.
The hut also lit up.
"How could it be him?"
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When he saw the old woman's son coming in, Xin Yun took a breath, and the anger in his heart surged into his head again.
The old woman's son also straightened his eyes when he saw Xin Yun.
He muttered quietly to himself, but did not make a sound.
"Son, do you want to ask again, who is this little master in the room?
He is the Taoist priest's apprentice.
He caught a cold in the rain and just got better," the old woman said hurriedly.
"Yeah," the old woman's son responded casually, his eyes immediately fleeing from Xin Yun.
Xin Yun still glared at the old woman's son fiercely until he helped his mother sit down in the room.
Xin Yun, who was holding back the anger in his chest, finally exploded.
He pointed at the old woman's son and said angrily.
"You horse thief, I never thought I would bump into you here."
"Horse thief Xin Yun, have you admitted the wrong person?
Don't be rude," Qingfeng shouted immediately.
"Little master, what on earth is going on?"
The old woman was confused.
For a long time, although she knew that her son was outside every day, she firmly believed that his son would not do such evil things.
"Grandma, ask him yourself," Xin Yun said calmly.
"My son, tell your mother yourself what is going on."
The old woman took Xin Yun's words and questioned her son.
"Mother," the old woman's son was speechless for a moment.
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