Cheng Yu has not grown long hair since she was a child just for convenience. In fact, her face shape and appearance are beautiful in both length and length.
She listened to Meng Tang's suggestion and grew her hair long.
But long hair takes time. What if I don’t like it? Is it going to be in vain?
Cheng Yu went to buy a wig online on a whim, but he didn't see the length clearly. After buying it, he realized that it was a long hair wig in costume.
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Zhou Miao laughed so madly that Cheng Yu threw the wig to her: "Don't laugh, I can put it on if I change it."
Zhou Miao threw the wig back again: "It's so late, I'll change it for you tomorrow, go back first."
Cheng Yu had no choice but to send her to the door. When Zhou Miao disappeared, she rolled her eyes and put her long hair on her head to test the length.
"It's so long if I go?"
Cheng Yu closed the door and walked into the yard muttering to himself.
Just after turning around the screen wall, I met Meng Jingfan’s eyes, who didn’t know what to do.
The sky was too dark, and only a faint light on the screen wall behind illuminated Cheng Yu's figure, but her face was completely hidden in the darkness.
"What are you shouting for?" Cheng Yu stepped forward quickly.
Meng Jingfan's face turned pale with fright, and he ignored Cheng Yu's voice.
Wei Chuan rushed out in front of Meng Tang: "What's wrong?"
Meng Jingfan pointed tremblingly ahead. Wei Chuan took a closer look and was frightened.
White clothes with long hair, unable to see his face clearly, motionless.
"It's me..." Cheng Yu raised his hand, but Wei Chuan stopped him abruptly and suppressed her voice.
Meng Tang and Wei Yunzhou ran out immediately after, and were shocked when they saw the white shadow.
"Oh, it's me." Cheng Yu pulled off the wig on his head, "Why don't you let me finish what I'm saying?"
There was silence in the courtyard for a few seconds. Wei Chuan suddenly held his heart and let out a breath.
"Cheng Yu." Meng Jingfan became angry, "Are you crazy? It's scary at night."
This was the first time that Meng Jingfan had such a bad tone towards her, it seemed that he was frightened.
Cheng Yu scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'll try on the wig I bought."
Meng Tang laughed out loud. Seeing the identical frightened expressions of the two father and son, his shoulders trembled with laughter.
Cheng Yu felt that he was humiliated and was thrown into his grandma's house.
Wei Chuan also came back to his senses, but his goosebumps had not gone away. He rubbed his arms and turned to hug Meng Tang for comfort.
Meng Tang patted the back of his hand to comfort him.
She said to Cheng Yu: "Go take a bath and go to bed."
"Okay."
Cheng Yu grabbed the wig and was about to leave, but Meng Jingfan pulled him over: "Where else are you going to put this thing? I took it with me and threw it away quickly."
"No need to throw it away." Cheng Yu snatched it back, "Zhou Miao will come over and help me shorten it tomorrow."
Meng Jingfan: "..."
He was really convinced.
Zhou Miao's craftsmanship was not very good, and in the end Cheng Yu did not dare to bring the wig in front of his family.
After school started, the family spread out in two cities and worked on their own things.
The weather was getting colder, and Meng Tang accidentally caught a cold, which made Wei Chuan feel very distressed.
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Wei Chuan said: "Your eyes are a little red, lie down and rest quickly, I will accompany you."
Meng Tang closed his eyes and fell asleep with his cheek on his shoulder.
Wei Chuan dared not sleep, but would touch Meng Tang's forehead from time to time. It was not until half an hour later that Meng Tang's body temperature gradually stabilized after he shed a lot of sweat.
Wei Chuan stood up, took a towel, and carefully wiped Meng Tang's sweat away.
When she woke up and the sun was setting, Meng Tang's stomach growled with hunger. There was no one in the bedroom, so she called out: "Weichuan?"
Meng Tang nodded: "I'm very hungry."
Wei Chuan laughed: "I knew you would be hungry. Get up, Sister Fang made wontons."
Meng Tang didn't have much energy, so Wei Chuan helped her get dressed.
Meng Tang felt bored after staying in the house for a long time. He wanted to have a meal in the courtyard, but Wei Chuan refused.
"It's windy in the courtyard. Your fever has just subsided, so you should eat in the restaurant." Meng Tang was a little reluctant: "It's a bit boring."
"How can it be boring." Wei Chuan didn't give in at all, I'm here, obey and eat. "
"Yeah, it's a bit cold outside, and it's going to be dark soon." Sister Fang also chimed in, "You're so grown up, and you're still acting petty."
Meng Tang sat down at the dining table and asked, "What kind of wontons are you making?"
"Three kinds of fillings have been made for the clear soup. Let's try a few of each."
"Okay."
Weichuan brought the wontons to Meng Tang: "Be careful with the ravioli. Sister Fang also made noodles for me, so I won't eat this with you."
Meng Tang nodded: "The noodles made by Sister Fang are chewy and delicious. Grandpa used to eat them the most."
There was silence in the restaurant for a moment. Wei Chuan smoothed Meng Tang's hair and asked in a low voice: "Miss you, old man?"
Meng Tang was stunned for a moment. She didn't notice it herself, she just blurted it out.
She paused and said "hmm".
"This is not easy. When you get better, I will take you to see him." Wei Chuan said, "It's the old man's death anniversary soon, so it's time to go up the mountain to see him."
Meng Tang turned to Sister Fang and said, "Wei Chuan and I will go up the mountain in a few days, and you can prepare some sacrifices for us."
Sister Fang: "Okay."
Mengtang's cold completely improved after a week, and the weather was just right, so she simply made an appointment with Wei Chuan to go up the mountain.
The local people offer food to worship the deceased. Sister Fang prepared some glutinous rice cakes and rice wine.
Meng Yuchun's cemetery is a bit far from home, and the way up the mountain is not easy to walk. Wei Chuan held Meng Tang's arm and sent him up step by step.
When he arrived in front of the tomb, Meng Tang laid out his things and knelt down.
Every time I come here, it’s just a few words, talking about wood carvings and Cheng Yu, and talking about the current situation of the children.
Normally Meng Tang would stay for about half an hour, but Wei Chuan didn't let her stay that long today because she was sick after all.
Leaving the cemetery, Meng Tang took Wei Chuan to a higher place.
Wei Chuan thought she wanted to go to the highest place to see the scenery, so he accompanied her.
Arrived at the destination, Meng Tang pointed to a corner of the building exposed in the distance and asked Wei Chuan: "Do you know where that is?"
Wei Chuan took a closer look and said, "It looks like Shuiyue Temple."
"That's Shuiyue Temple, let's go." Meng Tang took Wei Chuan's arm, "Let's take a short walk today. We went to Shuiyue Temple. We haven’t been there for a long time. "
"Don’t hold me, give me your hand. The mountain road is not easy to walk, so be careful not to fall."
"I know, hurry up."
Wei Chuan found that Shuiyue Temple was very close to him and Meng Tang. This was the only place in Yanqing, and he and Meng Tang went there several times every year.
Wei Chuan wanted to pick up a handful of wild chrysanthemums on the roadside, but Meng Tang stopped him: "Don't move blindly, they will die soon after you pick them."
Wei Chuan withdrew his hand.
Meng Tang rolled his eyes at him: "Please hold my hand if your hands are itchy."
"And this is a good thing." Wei Chuan intertwined their fingers with hers.
The hillside gradually eased, and the two looked at each other and smiled, in the wind and in love.