I'm the villain's mother.

The old woman was startled: "Oh, why is there no sound when you walk." After speaking, she stroked her chest: "Come, try the rice porridge I made."

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and took a sip: "Well, the rice grains are boiled soft and tender, it's really delicious."

The old woman smiled, reached out and took out the bowl, filled the bowl, and said slowly: "Okay, take it out."

Mu Wanwan picked up the bowl and walked to the door, then suddenly stopped and said, "Mother-in-law, are you still going to Yuelaoshu today?"

The old woman scooped up the porridge in the pot, and said flatly: "Go, I have to buy some colored thread today, I just passed by, why, do you want it?"

"I want to go together."

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, and Mu Wanwan ran out with the bowl in hand.

There was still a distance from the table when the old man came up and took the bowl from Mu Wanwan's hand.

"Is it hot?"

When the old man asked, he turned his head, and Mu Wanwan was pulling his ears.

"hot."

The old man smiled: "I don't know how to find something to put it on. It's no wonder it's not hot."

Only then did the old woman come out with some side dishes: "What are you talking about? Muttering."

Mu Wanwan smiled at her, and reached out to take the dishes in her hands.

"Nothing? Ah Weng is teaching me experience."

The old woman stopped asking, and stretched out her hand to tug on Mu Wanwan's clothes.

"Sit down and try my pickled side dishes."

The meal was very pleasant, and just after eating, the old woman entered the house and came out with a bamboo basket.

"Let's go, let's go. Keep this bowl and let you wash it."

Seeing that Mu Wanwan was still hesitating, the old woman gave her a hand.

"What are you thinking, if you don't take my colored thread, you won't be able to buy it."

Mu Wanwan immediately chased after her.

There are more colored cloth strips on both sides of the road today than yesterday, and the old woman on the road greets people around her cordially.

When the fork in the road near the Yuelaoshu, the old woman stopped.

"Follow this road for a few steps and you will reach the Yuelaoshu. I have to pass here to buy colored thread. You can go there by yourself." The old woman looked at the tall branches of the Yuelaoshu with her cloudy eyes. . "If you can find the way, go back by yourself. If you can't find it, wait for me here. I will be faster."

Mu Wanwan nodded, turned around and walked down.

After walking not far, she turned her head and found that the old woman was still standing there with a bamboo basket, looking at her.She thought of her mother for no reason.

In the past, every time she sent her away, her mother did the same.But then, somehow, everything changed.

She became not like her, and her mother became bitter and mean.

Living in the invisible, carving people into a vulgar and secular appearance.

She turned and ran a little faster.

Coming here, the past obsession still took root in her heart. She seemed to have obtained what she always wanted, but she didn't get what she deserved most.

If you can't get it, don't force it.

No matter how good the moon is in the sky, if you reach out, you can't get it. After all, it is not as good as the flowers in front of you.

Mu Wanwan stood still under the tree, looking at the old tree, her heart filled with endless peace.

She seems to finally understand something
——She never gave up pursuing love, and never gave up loving others.It's just that the object has been wrong all along.

The bright sky light, through the layers of leaves, becomes soft and quiet.

Mu Wanwan raised her head, letting the passing wind pick up her clothes and hair.

The ginkgo leaves fell one by one, and one piece landed on Mu Wanwan's closed eyes impartially.

It's very light, but it still hurts a little from being hit by the slender petiole of the ginkgo leaf, as if it was bitten by nothing.

Mu Wanwan reached out and took off the ginkgo leaves that fell on her eyes, then squatted down slowly, and picked up the leaves.

She picked up a lot, all with full leaves and no blemishes.

Putting all the leaves into the universe bag, Mu Wanwan waved goodbye to the old tree.

She walked back to the place where she left, staring at the people coming and going in front of her in a daze.

She used to be most afraid of such a scene, but now she felt extremely comfortable watching it.

Just watching, she also felt that she melted into them, like ordinary water falling into the sea.

And what made her confident that she would not be afraid because of this scene was the firmness in her heart.

She knew that, like the mother who watched her go every time, the crone would come.

She didn't even know where this feeling came from.

"Hey, you old lady Qiu, don't let me touch you next time."

The old woman's voice was loud, as if she was arguing with someone.Mu Wanwan took two steps closer before she turned her head slowly and smiled.

"Come on, let's go home."

Mu Wanwan smiled and took the bamboo basket carried by the old woman.

"Grandma, why are you arguing?"

"You, Weng, were the fiancée you engaged when you were young. She didn't get married, so she didn't deal with me everywhere."

"I can't see that A Weng was so popular when he was young."

"Of course, he is the prettiest in Mian Jingcheng."

"........."

The voice gradually faded away, leaving only the smaller and smaller figure in the morning light.

After eating at noon, Mu Wanwan took a stool and sat next to the old woman.

The two of them chatted one after another, and the work in their hands gradually took shape.

"You picked the leaves really well, without any blemishes. It's just the craftsmanship, which is a bit poor." At some point, the old man also sat over, looked at the work in Mu Wanwan's hands, and said with a smile.

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to take the ribbon that the old woman had just woven with colored thread.

"What are you making this up for?"

The old woman patted his hand and said with a smile, "Don't touch it, it's not for you."

Mu Wanwan looked at the colored thread bouquet she had made, and smiled helplessly: "Don't say anything else, what Ah Weng said is absolutely right, my craftsmanship is really..."

The old woman reached out and took it, looked left and right, and then said with a satisfied face, she smiled and said, "What's the matter? It's pretty good. These things don't look good or not, but what kind of thinking do the people who make these things have?" A heart. Your husband is asleep now and cannot comment, but if he is awake, he will naturally praise his ingenuity."

Mu Wanwan smiled and reached out to take the bouquet: "Okay, then I'll show it to him."

Then he stood up and walked out.

He was called back by the old woman within two steps.

"Grandma, what else is there?"

The old woman took out two braided ribbons from the small dustpan.

"Take this with you."

Mu Wanwan was taken aback for a moment: "So it was for me?"

The old woman shook her head: "It's for you. On the Moon Lao Festival, you and your husband will find a tall branch to tie this belt on. I went today to buy colored cloth, but I didn't buy it, so I had to buy it. Colored thread. Speaking of which, although the holes on the colored cloth are small, they cannot stand the wind and the sun. This colored thread is woven, although the distance between the two threads is very large, after a hundred years, I am afraid that it can be tied on it. Maybe after taking it apart, the overlapped place is still as new. Take it, children, and take it as my greatest blessing to you."