Pushing the door, Leng Xiaoxi walked in and asked, "Where are you...... Do you have a needle and thread? Wait a minute, the cold sheet outside is dry, and I want to sew the quilt. ”

"Needlework?" Ji Boming looked up at her, turned his head to look at the sheets drying outside through the half-open lattice window, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll finish reading the book and go to the village to get it." ”

She gave a shallow "yes." "For a moment. His eyes indifferently scanned the environment where he lived, his room was as large as the one he lived in.

A shabby table of eight immortals is neatly stacked with a thick stack of books, next to the book is placed an oil lamp, a bench, the window is pasted with new window paper, the bed is made of several wooden boards, built on the stacked mud embryo, the bedding on the bed is thin and worn, but it is stacked square and shapely, it looks very clean, refreshing, the sheets are stretched flat, without the slightest wrinkle.

Ji Boming saw her looking around her room, and her eyes naturally fell on her, perhaps because she was standing in the halo, the light orchid clothes were worn on her body, neat and decent, and her figure was graceful. Xu is she did the work, her face was ruddy by the sun outside, exuding a glow, and there was a layer of fine sweat beads floating on the tip of her slightly upturned nose, Xu is the effect of light, her eyes, the pupils are pitch black, extraordinarily shiny, like shining stars in the sky.

Ji Boming suddenly felt that something had entered his heart, trembling and numb, he was stunned for a moment, quickly retracted his gaze, and said, "You still have something?"

Since he said so, Leng Xiaoxi withdrew from his room, doing nothing, she carried a few buckets of water in a row, filled the water tank in front of the door, rested for a while, saw that it was still early, took a basin and scooped water, found a rag, and wiped everything that could and could not be wiped in each room, and even the mud wall she dusted until she was satisfied.

Ji Boming saw the petite figure outside busy Huanshi, he couldn't sit still, got up and came out.

"I'll go to my mother's side to find needlework. As he spoke, he limped out the door.

Leng Xiaoxi wanted to say, I'll go with you.

It's not that she is reluctant to leave him, but she wants to go to the village to see, when she was a child, Leng Xiaoxi stayed in the countryside, and she has a natural good impression of rural life in her bones.

Looking at Ji Boming's distant figure, he didn't mean anything with himself, besides, he was going to You Shi's house, thinking of You Shi's disgusting face, Leng Xiaoxi dispelled the idea of calling him.

Ji Boming left, Leng Xiaoxi came to Ji Boming's room with a rag, and only then did he pick up the book he was looking at, and a page of paper sandwiched in the book fell to the ground.

This is a neatly folded letter, Leng Xiaoxi picked it up, but saw that the paper was very thin, and the ink seeped out the word 'Hugh'. Seeing this word of resignation, for some reason, Leng Xiaoxi's heart trembled suddenly, just when she was thinking about whether she should open this piece of paper to read......

"Sister. Timidly sister, Leng Xiaoxi looked back.

A boy of about twelve or thirteen years of age stood in front of her, his clothes patched on top of each other, and his hand carrying a string of pig's intestines.

"You ......" Leng Xiaoxi looked at the boy who was looking at him eagerly, and vaguely felt that this boy was a relative of the body deity, or a younger brother.

Seeing Leng Xiaoxi's suspicious gaze, the boy hurriedly lifted the things he was carrying up and said, "Sister, our father and mother have been waiting for you all afternoon, and I haven't seen you back, so let me send you your favorite pig intestine to you!"

"Oh...... Why are you here?" Leng Xiaoxi knew that the boy in front of her was her younger brother, but she couldn't call the boy's name, so she could only say tentatively.