I'm the villain's own mother

The old woman was startled: "Oh, why don't you make any sound when you walk?" After saying that, she stroked her chest and said, "Come here, try the rice porridge I made."

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and took a sip: "Well, the rice grains are so soft that they taste soft in the mouth. It's really delicious."

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

Mu Wanwan picked up the bowl and walked to the door. Suddenly she paused and said, "Mother-in-law, are you still going to Yuelaoshu today?"

The old woman reached out to scoop up the porridge in the pot and said calmly: "Go, I have to buy some colored thread today. I just happened to pass by. Why, you want it."

"I want to go together."

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

There was still some distance away from the table when the old man walked up and reached out to take the bowl from Mu Wanwan's hand.

"Is it hot or not?"

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

"hot."

The old man smiled and said: "I don't know if I can find something to put it on. It's strange that it's not hot when I hold it like this."

At this time, the old woman came out with side dishes: "What did you say? You were mumbling."

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

"Nothing? Aweng is teaching me his experience."

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

"Sit down quickly and try my pickled vegetables."

It was a very pleasant meal. As soon as we finished eating, the old woman went into the house and took out a bamboo basket.

"Come on, let's go. Leave this bowl for you to wash."

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

"What are you thinking about? If you don't follow my colorful thread, you won't be able to buy it."

Mu Wanwan immediately chased after him.

There were more colorful strips of cloth on both sides of the road today than yesterday, and the old woman on the road even greeted the people around her cordially.

When she reached the fork in the road near the Yuelao tree, the old woman stopped walking.

"Follow this road for a few steps and you will reach the Yuelao tree. I have to pass here to buy colorful threads. You can go there by yourself." When the old woman said this, she looked at the tall branches of the Yuelao tree with her cloudy eyes.

"If you can find a way, go back by yourself. If you can't find it, just come here and wait for me. I will get there faster."

Mu Wanwan nodded, turned around and walked down.

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

In the past, her mother was like that every time she sent her away. But then, for some reason, everything changed.

She became unlike her and her mother became mean and mean.

Living invisibly carves people into a vulgar and worldly appearance.

She turned around and ran faster.

When she came here, her past obsessions still took root in her heart. She seemed to have gotten 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 beautiful the moon is in the sky, if you can't reach it if you reach out, it's not as good as the flowers in front of you.

Mu Wanwan stood under the tree and looked at the old tree, feeling endless peace in her heart.

She seemed to finally understand something

——She has never given up pursuing love, and she has never given up loving others. It’s just that the person she’s been with has always been wrong.

The bright skylight passes through the layers of leaves, becoming soft and calm.

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

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

It was very light, but it still hurt a little bit from being hit by the slender petiole of the ginkgo leaf, as if it was a light bite from nothing.

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

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

After putting all the leaves into the Qiankun bag, Mu Wanwan waved goodbye to the old tree.

She walked back to the place where they parted, looking at the people coming and going in front of her in a trance.

She used to be most afraid of such a scene, but now she feels extremely comfortable looking at it.

Just looking at them, she felt like she was melting into them, just like ordinary water falling into the sea.

What made her confident that she would not be afraid of this scene was her inner determination.

She knew that just like her mother who watched her leave every time, the old woman would definitely 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 quarreling with someone. Mu Wanwan took two steps closer, and then she slowly turned back and smiled.

"Let's go home."

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

"Mother-in-law, why are you arguing?"

"She was the fiancée you, Aweng, engaged to when you were young. She didn't get married, so she always disagreed with me."

"I can't tell that Aweng was so popular when he was young."

"Of course, he is the most handsome in Mian Jingcheng."

"…………"

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

After lunch, Mu Wanwan took a stool and sat next to the old woman.

The two of them chatted and chatted, and the work in hand slowly took shape.

"You picked the leaves really well, there are no flaws at all. It's just your craftsmanship that's a little off." At some point, the old man also sat over, looked at the work in Mu Wanwan's hands, and said with a smile.

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pick up the ribbon that the old woman had just braided with colored thread.

"Why did you make this up?"

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

Mu Wanwan looked at the colorful bouquet she had made and smiled helplessly: "If nothing else, what Aweng 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 look on her face, "What's wrong? It's very good. What matters for these things is not whether they look good or not, but what kind of intentions the person who made them has."

A heart. Your husband is asleep now and cannot comment. If he were awake, he would naturally praise him for his ingenuity."

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

After saying that, he stood up and walked out.

He didn't take two steps before he was called back by the old woman.

"Mother-in-law, what else can I do?"

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

"Take this with you."

Mu Wanwan was stunned: "So it was given to me?"

The old woman shook her head: "It's for you. On the Yue Lao Festival, you and your husband find a tall branch to tie this belt on. I originally wanted to buy colored cloth when I went there today, but I didn't buy it, so I had to buy it.

Colored threads. Speaking of which, although the holes on the colored cloth are tiny, they are

It cannot withstand the wind and the sun. Although the distance between the two threads is very large, I am afraid it will be able to be tied to it after a hundred years. Maybe after being taken apart, the overlapping areas will still be as good as new. Take it.

, my children, should be my greatest blessing to you."