Chen Qishan injured that place, and he knew that Chen Mengtian could be cured.

It's a pity that the other party is a man after all, and Chen Mengtian is still an unmarried woman.

He thought, wait, wait, wait until they get married.

In the capital, except for Chen Qishan and Zhu Ziyue at the reception banquet, he never met again in private.

Jiang Zebei didn't know what psychology he came from, he didn't take the initiative to see them, maybe he didn't know how to face them, and the time was not yet.

Now that he has returned to Chenjia Village, hearing that Chen Qishan's father is coming, Jiang Zebei is still a little nervous.

Does the other party know about Chen Qishan's injuries, but he knows the ordeal he has suffered.

Jiang Zebei's footsteps were hurried, Chen Mengtian had just gotten up, and the other party had already stepped out of the hall with Xuanwu.

Seeing the other party leaving, Chen Mengtian walked to the kitchen with the teapot on the table in the room.

Jiang Zebei went out and saw the village chief standing outside the door, and opened his mouth to shout, "Uncle Chen." ”

The village chief heard the voice behind him and turned to look.

His gaze was first in a trance, and soon a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"It's Zebei, but I haven't seen you for many years, can I still leave when I come back this time?"

In the past few years since Jiang Zebei disappeared, the gossip and various discussions in the village, as the village head, have not heard less.

However, he asked his son that Jiang Zebei didn't have anything to do, he was just working hard outside and didn't take the official road.

Although I don't know why this kid gave up his bright future, as long as the person is okay.

Seeing Jiang Zebei, who was taller and more mature than before, the village chief had no surprise in his eyes, and even had a little bit of joy.

Jiang Zebei brought people into the house, smiling gently along the way, "This time I came back to put incense on my father and mother, and I will leave in a few days." ”

The village chief was not surprised when he heard this, and he could see that the people guarding the door were not simple.

Whether it was the momentum on their bodies, or the way they dressed, and that solemn aura, it was not possessed by ordinary people, nor was it the same as the people around the big men he saw in the town.

Jiang Zebei is different now, and he is no longer the lonely child.

When the two were sitting in the hall talking, Chen Mengtian brought warm tea, poured a cup for each of them, and then sat next to Jiang Zebei.

When the village chief saw this scene, his eyes flashed with relief.

In the past few years, Chen Mengtian has been talked about in the village.

Now looking at the warm emotions between the two, he said in his heart, this can be regarded as a bittersweet end.

He said a few more words to Jiang Zebei, and then he got to the point.

"Zebei, are you going to the capital? Can you see this kid Qishan? ”

The old man sitting opposite Jiang Zebei now has a bent back, and his body is no longer as tough as in previous years.

When the other party asked about his son, his voice was a little shaky, and there was worry, and there was a faint eagerness.

Jiang Zebei held the teacup in his hand, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

When he looked up, his expression returned to normal, and his voice was still gentle, "Yes, I will go to the capital, and I will often see Qishan." ”

"Okay, good," the village chief said three times in a row, his face was a little excited, "Zebei, Qishan, this kid doesn't know what's wrong, and he hasn't sent letters to his family much in the past two years, and his mother and I are worried about him." ”

"Maybe it's a busy business." Jiang Zebei had a smile on his face.

The teacup in his hand was clenched so hard that it seemed that with a slight force, the teacup would break.

Chen Mengtian looked at this scene quietly, his eyes looked away, and his eyes looked calm.