Somehow, the strange idea struck her, so Wendy immediately shared it with Charlie. However, she did not expect it to be true.
"..." A little dumbfounded, she opened her mouth but said nothing.
Charlie raised his hand, rubbing his chin with a thoughtful expression, and added, seemingly seriously, "Well, she is sort of pretty."
"..." Wendy pursed her lips and held her tongue.
"Since I've been in a coma in the four months, I knew nothing about what happened." Charlie paused for a moment and continued with a smile. "But when I woke up, I heard from the villager that his daughter often fed me water and porridge!"
Wendy clenched her fingers.
She became so upset that she suddenly regretted telling him that romantic story.
Charlie did not realize she was so unhappy. He pointed to a clay house not far away and said, "Here we are. It's the house before us!"
Wendy's hand was in his, so she had no choice but to keep walking with him.
Charlie knocked on the wooden door and opened it. Although the house was a little shabby, it still looked neat. There was a villager in the yard cleaning the snow with a large broom. Next to him, an old man was tidying the corn poles covered by the snow.
Without Charlie's introduction, Wendy could figure out that the former was the villager who saved him from the river, and the latter was the old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine who cured him.
She no longer felt jealous and greeted them with tears in her eyes - she was deeply grateful.
They must be unsophisticated villagers who were used to living simple lives. Charlie was always generous when it came to repayment his debt of gratitude, so he must have given them a large sum of money. Nevertheless, they still lived as thrifty as before.
Knowing that Wendy and Charlie had come all the way from the city, the villager and his old father greeted them nervously and enthusiastically. In the face of her repeated thanks, they flushed, rubbing their hands with embarrassment.
After all, men at their birth are naturally good.
Wendy liked to be with the family, for all the family members were very honest and simple. Staying with these kind people, she felt as happy as when she lived in the countryside with her grandparents in her childhood.
Looking at the time, she said, "Dear, let's go home, shall we?"
They had agreed with each other before they came here, only to express their gratitude in person, and did not intend to stay here for too long. Wendy did not want to trouble these enthusiastic and hospitable villagers too much.
However, Charlie did not respond. Instead, he looked away from her and asked, "Brother Lee, where's your little daughter?"
"Jane?" The villager replied with a simple and honest smile. "Before you came here, my wife asked her to buy a bottle of vinegar in the grocery store, but she hasn't been back yet. I suppose that she must have been talking with the store's owner, an old lady! She is very popular with the elders in the village. They like talking with her!"
Wendy could tell from his words that Jane was kind-hearted and charming...
Then when she thought of what Charlie had said before they entered the village, she just could not stop herself from feeling jealous.
The villager heard their words and knew that they were about to leave. He immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Hogg, just go back to deal with your business first! You people in the city are busy every day. Don't waste time in my shabby house!"
Wendy was about to stand up and say thanks and goodbye while Charlie was sitting still.
He stopped her and sat with his legs crossed. Then he said slowly with a faint smile, "There's no hurry. We can wait for Jane to come back and say hello to her before leaving."
Wendy's smile froze on her face.
She secretly looked at Charlie, hinting him to leave. But he did not even cast a look at her and was busy chatting happily with Brother Lee.
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