"Shen Gongzi personally opened. ”

The opening sentence made Shen He's heart cold for most of the time.

Is she still resentful of me......

With a wry smile, Shen He continued to look down.

"After a long time apart, I don't know how Shen Gongzi is doing?

I have arrived safely in Licheng, and my father's injuries have healed,......" is a short page, only a few hundred words, and there is a strange feeling between the lines.

“...... Childe doesn't need to worry. When I remember the two of us, I never imagined that there would be today. When I fell into the water, the Shen Mansion had sent someone to explain it clearly, and it turned out that the Shen Mansion had helped, so I had the best life I have today. This time, it was my father who was wrong. ”

Shen He felt bitter in his heart, he didn't want to care who was right and who was wrong, none of this was important to him.

"The two cities of Shen and Li are far apart, and after this parting, they are indefinitely apart. If there is a chance, I would like to visit Fuzhong again. I just don't know when we met?

I hope that the son will be safe and healthy in the house. ”

At the end, Li Mo wrote her name in the lower left corner of the paper, ending the short greeting.

Shen He read all the words seriously, knelt there, and did not move.

The people lying at the door saw Shen He like this, and silently retreated. They had a very good personal relationship with the maids, and they all knew about Shen He's second son and the girl in bits and pieces, of course, including what happened that day.

At this moment, it is better not to disturb him.

The door closed softly, and there was silence in the room.

Boundless thoughts finally erupted at this moment.

Shen He hugged the extremely fragile piece of paper tightly, controlling his breathing, and the sound of whimpering in his throat was extremely low.

......

The days always passed quickly, and the weather gradually turned cooler, and the woman put away her looming skin and wrapped herself in a thick cloak.

Zhang Shunzheng was sitting on the edge of his own field, looking at the land that had been turned over, and he was quite relieved. This year's harvest was good, and the buyers were very happy, so he made a small profit. At the end of autumn, the hard work of the year is finally over, and you can rest for a good life......

It's just a girl, alas......

Zhang Shun couldn't help but sigh, Yaya has been clamoring to go to Shencheng these days, saying that she wants to buy a few new fabrics and come back to make clothes, but what is she really thinking, can he, a father, not know?

Zhang Shun picked up a piece of fine grass casually, put it in his mouth, and chewed it intentionally or unintentionally. It's really difficult to deal with children's affairs......

......

Shen Mansion, Jinghu.

The lotus flowers in the quiet lake have fallen, and the dead branches and leaves are casually paralyzed on the surface of the water, a desolate scene.

Today's Shen Mansion is relatively quiet, there is no frolicking of the maids, and there is no occasional disturbance when the assassins attack. It seems that this kind of silence has lasted for a long time, and people almost forget how lively the Shen Mansion was before.

However, no one wants to elaborate on the reason.

No one went to the Jinghu Pavilion anymore, and the intricately carved benches were gone.

Everything seems to be inadvertently, vicissitudes.

As for the backyard of the Shen Mansion, it was more like it had been abandoned, with dust all over the ground, cobwebs covered in cobwebs, and the withered weeds in the courtyard showed that no one had seriously cleaned it up for a long time.

At a glance, the huge Shen Mansion was desolate.

A soft "squeak" broke the silence. A wizened hand poked out of a door.

Immediately afterward, the owner of the hand slowly emerged from the shadows.

"The sun is still so warm......"