Father Wen looked a little hesitant, looked at Ding's mother and said, "Listening to what he just said, I can see that he has some real materials, what if Ding An's kid is really as rich and powerful in the future as he said?"

"Ahem, you don't have to think about it - Ding An's kid was born poor, and secondly, he has no relatives in the officialdom, where does he come from to be rich and powerful? Besides, his brain is slower than ordinary people, can he have the ability to win wealth and power?" said Wen Mu, poking his head at him.

Father Wen thought about it carefully and felt that this was the case, but he still believed in Zhou Rong's words a little, so he said to Mother Wen in a consultative tone: "Otherwise, let's take advantage of the opportunity for him to come on the 28th and let him show Ding An his palmistry and face?"

Mother Wen smiled when she heard this, and said, "This can be had." ”

So the husband and wife went to cook with Wen Yatou.

Perhaps because of listening to Zhou Rong's words, the three of them all thought of their neighbor Ding An when cooking.

Over there, after Zhou Rong left the Wen family, he first went to the market not far from there and found a restaurant to drink porridge.

He had to climb a very high mountain road to go back, and he would be too hungry to go back to the ruined temple for dinner, so he decided to eat dinner at the foot of the mountain before going up the mountain, and secondly, to avoid being followed.

Zhou Rong swallowed the porridge in one gulp, but found that the porridge was in his throat. He swallowed harder, but still couldn't swallow it, and he poured another mouthful of warm water into his mouth.

Then the porridge slowly flowed down his throat.

When the porridge slowly flowed down his throat, Zhou Rong felt as if something had grown in his throat, not only difficult to swallow, but also vaguely painful.

It wasn't that bad when I ate yesterday.

Zhou Rong's heart trembled slightly.

The phrase "time is running out" once again came to his mind, making him unconsciously a little flustered and anxious.

If the disease can't be controlled, his days are really numbered, but he has so many things that he is reluctant to give.

When he watched others roaming around eating, chatting about inconsequential things, and walking on the path under the sun, all this stimulated him.

Before, he was not a sensitive person, but now, he is easily touched.

He walked up the hill with somewhat stiff steps.

In order not to be noticed, he stopped from time to time to look around.

His worries were unfounded, because since the haunting of the ruined temple, the inhabitants of the area had not dared to walk to the mountain, and the only people who would pass by here were a few passers-by, but there were very few such passers-by, because the place was too remote.

When he returned to the ruined temple, the sun was in the west, and it would be his turn to be on duty with Liao Yuanji in more than two quarters of an hour, so he hurriedly lay down and rested.

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In September, Feilong Mountain is full of maple red, and the forest is dyed.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the autumn wind blows, which makes people feel refreshed.

In the evening, Jiang Yuetang walked to the red maple forest with a book, sat down on the hillside, and looked at the mountains in the distance.

However, the mountains in the distance are also covered with bright red maple leaves, and it looks as if flowers are blooming all over the mountain.

Today is the day when she has been in Feilong Mountain for a month.

After getting along for a month, Jiang Yuetang became familiar with Yuzi and the senior brothers, and everyone took good care of her, so her heart slowly settled down.

Jiang Chuanxiong is right, even if you don't think about anything in Feilong Mountain, you can get indescribable peace by quietly blowing the mountain breeze, looking at the flowers and trees and the sea of clouds in the distance, and inspiration will follow.

In this month, she wrote nearly 100,000 words of reflections, covering life, learning, family and country, teachers and students, strategists, responsibilities, relatives, love and friendship. The intermittent memories of her past life gradually became clearer - she remembered most of the events that had happened in her previous life between the ages of four or five and seventeen. I also have a deeper understanding of the relationship between Wei Qin and Gu Weifeng. She also remembered the addresses of Wei Qin and Gu Weifeng's graves, and decided to wait for her to follow Gu Bainiang to see there when she walked the rivers and lakes.

It was September 29, and there were still three months to go before the Chinese New Year.

Undoubtedly, she will not be able to go home for the New Year this year.

This will be the first time in her life that she will spend the New Year outside. But it's nothing, she believes that spending the New Year in Feilong Mountain will also be fun.

Besides, she recently suddenly realized that she didn't feel very homesick after coming here, so she never cried when she dreamed back at midnight, let alone made a fuss about going home.

She thought that she should have a soul that loves to wander, or a state of mind that is at ease with what happens.

At the age of ten, she looked more and more red lips and white teeth and picturesque eyebrows against the background of red maple leaves, and the elegant and charming charm of an exclusive woman was already something that men's clothes could not wrap.

Fortunately, the male disciples of Quan Han Yuxuan didn't think about it, they just thought that she had given birth to a female appearance.

Reluctantly, she withdrew her gaze and opened the book to look.

The autumn wind was cool and soft, blowing on her body and face, reminding her of the scene when Wei Qin hugged Gu Weifeng tightly in the garden and kissed her in her previous life.

That was the first and last kiss between Wei Qin and Gu Weifeng. He kissed so delicately, so gently, and so lingeringly, as if Gu Breeze was fragile porcelain. At that time, Gu Weifeng's heart was like a deer, and he closed his eyes shyly and happily, but he vaguely heard the sound of blood flowing.

In this life, Xiao Diyuan has kissed her forehead, sideburns, eyebrows, cheeks, nose, corners of mouth, chin and neck countless times, and each time she is so gentle, lingering, fiery and restrained.

Compared with Wei Qin's introvertedness, Xiao Diyuan seems to be more enthusiastic and active, but he does not lose his measure.

Jiang Yuetang couldn't help but think of the situation when she got along with Xiao Diyuan as an adult, and her cheeks turned red unconsciously.

She always believed that Xiao Diyuan would one day overcome all difficulties to marry her, and she always believed that no matter how much resistance there was between them, her affection for him would never change.

She lay down on her back in the pile of red maple leaves, looking at the maple leaves full of trees, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised.

In the best years, trying to live the life she wants, and never wasting every day, this kind of life makes her feel satisfied.

If she lived as a girl, she obviously wouldn't have had so many opportunities to get in touch with the outside world, so she suddenly realized that whether it was Jiang Chuanxiong's decision to let her dress as a man back then or her nod when she seemed to have no choice, it seemed to be the best arrangement now.

Slowly, she felt sleepy and closed her eyes.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps, it was the sound of walking on the maple leaves, rustling, and she sat up alertly.