His lips were pursed tightly, and he knelt straight and straight.

Like a sculpture, it doesn't move.

The boy has been maintaining such movements for nearly half an hour.

It took him a while before he moved.

Jiang Zebei kowtowed heavily in front of the tombstone of Jiang's father and mother.

When he looked up, his lips opened.

"Daddy, the child is not filial, if there is a next time, the child will definitely shoot!"

This was for the last time, he. Chen Qishan, when Zhu Ziyue was beaten, he never made a move and regretted it.

Jiang Zebei kowtowed again.

He raised his head and continued: "I don't understand, why you taught me a talisman skill, but didn't let me make a move in front of outsiders, especially those with official titles.

There may be your suffering, but next time, in the face of life and death, the child will not let those people beat him, nor will he be reduced to the state of dying. ”

"Daddy, forgive the child for his unfilial piety, and the child will never take the initiative to provoke right and wrong."

After saying this last sentence, Jiang Zebei kowtowed heavily in front of the grave again.

After knocking this last one, the boy stood up, looked deeply in the direction facing his father's tombstone, and turned to go down the mountain.

Today's teenagers don't know that the direction facing the grave of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother is the direction where the capital is located.

The sun rises, and the morning sun shines on the tombstones in the back mountain, so that the cold tombstones are surrounded by warmth.

The back of the young man's departure was followed by the rising sun.

He is only in the growth stage, and he has experienced too few people, things and things.

……

After Chen Mengtian finished washing, he didn't wait for Jiang Zebei.

However, in her spare time, when she was tidying up her wardrobe, she saw the navy blue fabric she bought last time.

This means that Chen Baojie will be made of clothes, plus fur materials, and some more fabrics to buy, to make a dress for Jiang Zebei.

As for the rest of the fabric, you can make pillows, millet pillows.

The hard pillow of wood, she really can't get used to sleeping.

But she really hasn't made this ancient dress.

However, in modern times, I was in an orphanage, because there were no new clothes to wear, and I learned to make modern clothes from the director.

Chen Mengtian took out the fabric and decided to go back to the eldest lady for advice.

As long as she knows the steps to make clothes, there's nothing she won't know.

As soon as she put the fabric on the bed, she heard a sound outside the door.

Turning around and walking quickly to the window, I saw Jiang Zebei walking into the yard.

"You're back!"

She stood in front of the window and spoke.

Jiang Zebei stopped, turned his head to look over, and responded softly: "Hmm." ”

Then the young man asked again, "Have you eaten?" ”

Chen Mengtian pushed the gap in the window a little wider and shook his head, "Not yet, I'm waiting for you." ”

"Let's eat together."

"Okay."

Chen Mengtian watched the boy walk towards the kitchen, and she pulled the window back, leaving a small gap to ensure that the coal smoke in the house would drift out.

When he came to the kitchen, Jiang Zebei had already brought out the food and also served two bowls of porridge.

Chen Mengtian sat on the bench, holding a bowl and drinking porridge.

"Where did you just go?" She asked suddenly.

Jiang Zebei bit the steamed bun for a while, thought about it, and didn't hide anything.

"I went to the back mountain and looked at my father."

“…… Oh. ”

Chen Mengtian really didn't expect that he would go up the mountain.

The atmosphere of the kitchen, along with this topic, gradually solidifies a little.

Jiang Zebei's mood was not very good.

Chen Mengtian also felt that she had asked the wrong word, and was worried that the young man was too sad.