Cheng Cheng didn't pay attention to the children who had been secretly watching them, and took them around a few times to the front of a slope.

On the slope, a layer of stone was piled up, and behind the stone was a dilapidated bungalow, the walls of which looked several different shades of color, which had been repaired with lime and cement after they had been broken.

The roof tiles were blackened, and there were even a few tufts of grass growing on the tiles, and a few small purple wildflowers blooming.

"It's here. Chengcheng said, and walked to the house first.

Jiang Xiao and Meng Qiannian glanced at each other.

"Is that okay?" Meng Xi asked in a young voice.

Jiang Xiao took a deep breath and nodded.

Yes, what's not to do?

Is she really afraid to see anyone?

What has not been experienced, even died of death, what is terrible.

She's just a little nervous.

She just had some guesses about Ah Liu's reaction and attitude.

Chengcheng had already walked to the door, the door was hidden, the door god painted on it had been mottled by the wind and rain so that it was almost invisible, and the two knockers on the wooden door were also a little black and shiny.

He stood in front of the door, glanced back at Jiang Xiao, and reached out to gently push the door open.

"Father-in-law, I'm Ah Cheng, and I'm back. ”

Cheng Cheng shouted inside.

Jiang Xiao and Meng Xiannian stood by the door, looking inside.

Inside the door, there is a small yard, very small, just a corner of the world, sand and ground, nothing is planted, just some sundries are piled up in the corner.

Only a slightly broken bamboo chair was placed under the eaves inside, and at this time, there was a person sitting on the bamboo chair, with his head bowed, and he was weaving something in his hand.

The man sat there, and the afternoon sun shone on him, and it seemed very quiet.

He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers, and his figure looked thin, but his legs were very long, because when he sat on the relatively low bamboo chair, it seemed that his legs were almost long.

In his hand is a bamboo tube, and he is holding a thin strip of bamboo strips and winding it around the bamboo tube.

His hands were beautiful, slender, well-jointed, and the nails were round and shiny in the sun, and they were very clean.

It's like a pair of hands playing the piano.

Just looking at it like this, you can't tell how old he is.

Hearing Chengcheng's words, he slowly raised his head and looked over at them.

At this moment, it seems like a hundred years in an instant.

Jiang Xiao and Meng Xinian both looked at that face, and couldn't find any words to describe their current mood.

If a man can be described by the word beautiful, then the man in front of him is definitely beautiful!

Although there are two fine lines at the end of his eyes, although his eyes are so calm that there is almost no youthful vitality, like filled with water filtered by the years, he is really beautiful.

And, on his body, the word beautiful is not half feminine when used on men, it is purely to describe his facial features and his face.

Of course, if a more appropriate adjective were to be used, it might be handsome.

This is a rather handsome man.

And, actually, very young, very young.

Although Chengcheng also said that he was thirty-five or sixteen years old, if you ignore his fine eye lines and calm eyes, he looks like he is only about thirty.

None of that might be the point, no.

The point is that when Jiang Xiao saw him, he seemed to see a somewhat masculine self!

How similar they look!

It's not a three-to-four portrait at all, it's like a full six or seven points!