Boss Sang diligently introduced the goods in the store, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Ding Ding. When Miss Sang arrived with a group of maids, Boss Sang retreated to the back hall.

Ding Ding didn't pay much attention to clothes, so he picked a set of white ones casually, and Lin Jian helped her choose a few similar styles when he saw this, regardless of Miss Sang's enthusiasm to give Ding Ding for free, settled the account, and asked the guy to send it back to Renkun Tang, and left.

Going out, Ding Dingyou looked back. "This Miss Sang is also so strange, leaning on you like a bee. ”

Lin Jian helplessly explained that it turned out that Miss Sang's mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to her, and she gave birth to her daughter after nine deaths, and she was also injured and could not get pregnant again. The doctors in the city looked at the premature birth, and the weak children, who were not much older than a rabbit, shook their heads one after another, saying that they couldn't feed them, they couldn't raise them. It was Boss Sang who insisted that he take care of his daughter who is less than a month old, and finally snatched the child back from the side of death.

Boss Sang took pity on his wife and did not take a concubine, but only poured all his love into his daughter. Watching her daughter grow up day by day, the old couple is very comforted, but this Miss Sang has always been weak, and her major and minor illnesses have never been broken, and she is a frequent visitor to Renkun Hall.

In this way, Boss Sang is still a good father. Tintin sighed thoughtfully.

"Sort of, I've heard my grandfather say that he took care of Miss Sang's eating and dressing when she was young, and she was even good at braiding. ”

"Then it's not easy for him!" Tintin let out a long sigh.

At the temple fair, many people who travel with their families, whether rich or poor, are all smiling and shuttling in the lights, and they are happy and satisfied.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Jian suddenly remembered his parents who had died early. When she remembers, she was raised by her grandfather, and the appearance of her parents can still be seen from the picture scroll in her grandfather's study. Her eyebrows are light and very similar to her mother, and her temperament and charm are the same as her father's. The two people with the closest bloodline in this world, but she has never been close, touching the scene, she can't help but be sad, stunned, and groaned lightly in her mouth, my father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Raise me and live, grow me and raise me, take care of me and return to me, and go in and out of my womb.

Ding Ding turned his head, looked at Lin Jiao, who was suddenly silent beside him, and gently took her hand, and the heat came from the soft palm. Lin Frame came to his senses and smiled soothingly at Ding Ding.

"Let's go shopping. ”

Tintin is not interested in rouge gouache for clothing accessories, but is very fond of street snacks and toys. I bought a bunch of bits and pieces, but I didn't spend any money, so I went back satisfied.

When the moon was on the third pole, in the backyard of Renkun Hall, the light in Ding Ding's room had not yet fallen. She held her cheeks and played with a clay sculpture in her hand that she bought at the market today. This doll has a round head and a round head, and is chubby with a string of sugar gourds in her hands, which is very joyful.

Suddenly, a demonic wind blew out the candles in the house. A black shadow appeared in the corner of the wall, the shadow was very long, but it had no head and no tail, and a pair of slender eyes on the body of the mixed yuan flashed with red light, deep and terrifying.

Tintin didn't show the slightest surprise and seemed to have been waiting for a long time. With just a finger, he tapped the tabletop, and the candle light on the table lit up again.

"Come out!" said Tintin.

A man slowly came out of the corner, with a stick in his hand, pacing to the table.

"Yo, Boss Sang, it's here. ”

The person who broke into Renkun Hall at night was Boss Sang during the day, and at this moment, his body was tense, and he was waiting to unsheath the sword, where was the shadow of the usual bloated and fat man.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Boss Sang was menacing, holding the wooden stick across his chest.

Ding Ding smiled slightly, "You came to me in the middle of the night and asked who I am?"

Boss Sang clenched the wooden stick in his hand, "The girl came to my store during the day, she already noticed my identity, and when she left, she kept turning around and looking back, so I knew that I couldn't hide it, so I had to come at night." ”

Ding Ding still looked at Boss Sang who was nervous with a smile, "You're going to die, what's the use of knowing who I am?"

"You're going to kill me?!" Boss Sang shuddered and took a step back.

"You can't live in the first place, why should I waste my strength?" Ding Ding put down the Dafu doll in his hand and said word by word, "It's a pity that you die, and your daughter can't live either." ”

Boss Sang was like being struck by lightning, the stick in his hand fell to the ground, and his original chubby figure suddenly lost weight quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he became a skinny old man who described a withered old man, where is there still the appearance of the rich silk village boss.

"Tsk, are you all haggard like this?" Ding Ding stood up and circled around Boss Sang. "You can't even see your true form, you really don't want to live. While shaking his head, he sighed again and again.

This Boss Sang suddenly sat on the ground and slid on the ground, startling Ding Ding. Then I cried even more.

"Hey, be quiet, don't wake up others!" Ding Ding hurriedly came to cover Boss Sang's mouth.

"I don't have a few days to live, but I can't rest assured that Yao'er!" Boss Sang burst into tears and snot, and pulled Ding Ding's sleeve to wipe it. Ding Ding was shocked, this was just bought, Lin Jian asked her to try it on, but she didn't have time to take it off.

Looking at the spots on his sleeves, Tintin kicked Boss Sang to the door.

"Enough, don't howl, my name is Tintin, tell me what's going on with you?"

Boss Sang wiped his snot and got up and sat down in his chair.