"This short knife?"

Xin Huzi looked at Mrs. Wan's gaze, and couldn't help but look at the black iron short knife held by his waist.

Ah Xi, who was standing next to Xin Huzi, also looked surprised because of his wife, and looked at him very suspiciously, and was held by Xin Huzi with a short knife at his waist. When she saw the appearance of the short knife, she couldn't help but exclaim at a glance: "This is!" ... Madam?! ”

As Ah Xi spoke, he looked at Mrs. Wan again, who was standing in front of the table. Mrs. Wan still didn't speak, but stood in front of the desk, and with her faint eyes, she just stared at the black iron short knife held by Xin Huzi's waist. But there is an indescribable feeling in my heart... But it is really mixed, there is the joy of seeing this short knife again, the sorrow of things and people, and the memories of the past...

"This, this is what my father left..."

Although Xin Huzi didn't know why Mrs. Wan and Ah Xi had such expressions after seeing the black iron short knife on their waists. But seeing the two of them like this, there was a question from Mrs. Wan after seeing the short knife on her waist. also said in confusion that this short knife was left by his father.

As soon as Mrs. Wan heard Xin Huzi say this, her embroidered eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly. The extremely beautiful face couldn't help but show a look of pain. I can't help but feel secretly in my heart, yes! Who else could be worthy of him but his child? He's gone... This short knife, that is also natural, is going to be given to his child.... But why are you going? But... All of this is no longer important.

Mrs. Wan thought about the mixed thoughts in her heart, but she couldn't help but sigh softly, and then slowly sat down again. Ah Xi, who was standing next to Xin Huzi, couldn't help but be a little worried about his wife. As a result, he stepped forward in a few steps, and his wife was concerned about him: "Madam, you? ”

Mrs. Wan shook her head slightly: "It's okay..."

Ah Xi saw his wife say this, but it was not easy to persuade him. Mrs. Wan looked at Xin Huzi again, who was still standing in place: "In your letter from Master Yan... I know all the things that have been said. Since you Yan Master, let you come to Guanli to find me. Let me help you with that border army. Then I'll do it for you... However, I also want to ask you one more question on your behalf. Have you really made up your mind to be the army over there? If you really enter the border army, I am afraid that it will take three years and five years, and you will not be able to come back from there. Even I can't help you, you can only stay in the army over there. You want it. ”

When Mrs. Wan spoke to Xin Huzi, she couldn't help but think about Xin Huzi's future plans. From the letters she had read from Yan Moke's letter to Xin Huzi and brought her a lot of letters, she also knew the cause and effect of why Xin Huzi came to her. As a result, she also knew that the one that shocked her was about him... also the news of his death for a long time. In addition, there are also Yanmoke, who are going to return to their hometown of Yuanzhou, which is also mentioned in the letter. And when Yanmoke left, he didn't come back. But it can't help but make her, who has not heard from Lao Lin for decades, feel complicated at this moment.

But over the years, in this Xia Mansion, she has managed the Xia family, but she has gradually developed the indifference of not being seen by others in her true thoughts. Even Ah Xi, who was with her at the beginning, married a personal maid from the Xia Mansion.

Although just now, because I saw Xin Huzi, the short blade on my waist. inevitably let her hide her true thoughts, but in the end she couldn't control it, but revealed something. But in the end, she calmed down her mood and turned back into the old lady of the Xia family.

Even if Xin Huzi came, there was no letter from Yan Moke. As long as it is confirmed that Xin Huzi is his child, then she naturally has no reason not to help. But for the current Xin Huzi, I want her to help. But like Yan Moke, she was worried about Xin Huzi going to be the army there.

After all, the camps of the army over there are no more than the barracks in the state and county, and they are all located within the state border. Rather, it is located on the edge of the state border, and is mostly close to the foreign Hu people. Although the money is rich, it is really a group of people who carry their heads and work hard. If he should have sent his only child to the border camp in the forest and outside the border. If something really happened to Xin Huzi... So how can I be worthy of him who has passed away? But it is also clearly written in this epistle. This matter is still entrusted by Brother Yan... But it's really contradictory!

Brother Yan also mentioned in the letter that after he persuaded Huzi to no avail, he finally agreed to Huzi and asked him to come to him for help. But this... For him, I have to ask again!

"I've already thought about it! I just want to be a border army! To the dead second sister! And, take revenge on everyone in the tunzi! I'm going to kill the wolf leader! Avenge the dead! ”

Xin Huzi did not hesitate at all, and immediately replied after hearing Mrs. Wan's question.

Mrs. Wan nodded slightly, but she didn't say anything more. After pondering for a while, he immediately said to Ah Xi, who was standing beside him: "Send Huzi back to rest..."

"No."

Ah Xi answered, and walked towards Xin Huzi again. When she was about to lead Xin Huzi away, Xin Huzi turned to Mrs. Wan and asked, "Mrs. Wan... Listen, listen to what Master I have to say. You, you know my father..."

Xin Huzi asked suddenly, but it made Ah Xi, who was leading him out, couldn't help but stop. He looked at his wife who was kneeling at the table again. asked Xin Huzi suddenly, but it couldn't help but make her heart tighten.

And Mrs. Wan, who was kneeling in front of the table, still nodded indifferently as usual: "I recognize, I recognized your father decades ago." ”

"Then, that Daddy, he, what was he like back then?!"

Xin Huzi asked with some excitement.

Mrs. Wan sighed for a moment and said lightly: "He, very similar to your current appearance." Merely... At that time, he..."

Mrs. Wan stopped talking as she spoke, and turned to Xin Huzi and asked, "Your father, I never mentioned to you, did he have anything to do with him before?" ”

Xin Huzi shook his head and said, "No... My father never told me about the past. Even if, even if I asked Daddy in the past... Daddy didn't say it either. What I heard the most was what Uncle Calf told me about Daddy's killing of the wolf leader at the moment..."

Listening to Xin Huzi's words, Mrs. Wan couldn't help muttering, "I never mentioned it... Never, never mentioned? ... It's good not to mention it..."

Although Xin Huzi didn't understand, Mrs. Wan said to herself. But he is also regarded as having come all the way and thinking about one thing in his heart. That is to ask face-to-face, this Mrs. Wan who listened to what Master Yan said, recognized Daddy. Although he didn't know why, he wanted to ask Mrs. Wan for confirmation in person. But with the words between him and Mrs. Wan, he wanted to know more things about Daddy from Mrs. Wan's mouth. But Mrs. Wan has such a noble identity and a cold temperament. But it also let Xin Huzi know that what he can ask is very limited.

"Huzi, are you willing to lend me your father, the short blade left for you, for a few days?"

After a little silence in the room, Mrs. Wan said lightly.

Xin Huzi didn't want to, Mrs. Wan would make this request. This black iron short knife left to him by Daddy is something he never leaves his body. But he did not hesitate because Mrs. Wan made this sudden request. He reached out from his waist, pulled out the black iron short knife, and handed it to Ah Xi, who was standing beside him.

When he took out the black iron short knife left by Daddy from his waist, he knew that he definitely couldn't, so he stepped forward and handed the short knife to Mrs. Wan with his own hands. Beside him was the Lady of the Night. But he was able to hand over the short knife he had taken off to Mrs. Xi, and then to Mrs. Wan.

Ah Xi took this and walked towards his wife after taking the cold black iron short knife. But his eyes couldn't help but wander over the short knife he was holding. She never imagined that she would one day see this dagger again. It's just that the last time we met, it was a long time ago...

Between the light grip of the jade hand, Mrs. Wan couldn't help but tremble slightly when she took the short knife. Although she tried her best to hide it, she was inexplicably excited at this time. But she was still noticed by Ah Xi, who handed her the short knife.

Ah Xi didn't say much, after handing over the short knife to Mrs. Wan, who was kneeling in front of the table. returned to Xin Huzi's side. After greeting Xin Huzi, he walked out of the house with Xin Huzi. As the door closed again, Mrs. Wan held a cold short knife in her hand. But he couldn't help but gently stroke it with his hand, this black iron short knife with a black body.

"I didn't expect... You're still in my hands. But now you're his child's thing. ”

Madame Wan stroked the black iron short knife she held in her hand, but she couldn't help muttering to herself. Looking at this black iron short knife that was once too familiar, Mrs. Wan's heart couldn't help but feel melancholy again.

Although the short knife has not been seen for decades, it is still the same as it once was. It seems that the decades that have passed have not changed it in the slightest. But the person who holds it is no longer him. And the self that was there was no longer the self that he used to be. Everything has changed, but this short knife is still the same as it was and is now.

"Ugh..."

With a light sigh of resentment, Mrs. Wan slowly stood up from the desk covered with letters. A pair of white and tender hands were clenched, and the short knife that she had leaned against her chest, borrowed from Xin Huzi's hand, slowly left the table. Walking towards the inner compartment of the room where he rested, he disappeared in the beaded curtain.