"Su Zhongxian is a bully!"

"Get out of Xinghua Village!"

"How can Li Zheng let this person stab people with a knife in our Xinghua Village......"

From that year and month, when his future was buried in the academy, he was surrounded by disgusted and hateful eyes, such disgust and condemnation.

It's been a long time since no one has spoken warm words in his ear.

Su Zhongxian looked sideways at Su Cao, touched her warm smile, and had mixed feelings in his heart.

Without grass, he would have died on the frontier, right?

Without grass, he probably has no attachment to this world, and has already followed the old man away.

With her, he survived.

There she ......

When he was scarred, he was by his side.

In front of him at the Fuxiang Ji Restaurant, she pulled his hand outside the Jinyi Pavilion and left, sitting on Shen Cripple's boat, she silently guarded his side.

Now, she starved and sat with him on the broken fence wall.

The girl's hand on his shoulder seemed to inject a kind of strength into his body.

Su Zhongxian felt a lot more relieved at this moment: "Cao'er, dad has you, it's good!" ”

"yes, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Su Cao's hand on his shoulder used a little more strength, and his eyes flashed in the dark night: "Dad, with me, no one will dare to bully you in the future......"

determined the deal with Yan Kelai, and Shen Yue'e was full of energy.

In order to solve the problem of the supply of sour bamboo shoots, she followed her second brother and went to the bamboo forest of the Shen family to direct people to dig bamboo shoots.

The head of the Xiaoyao Dao was giving a morning lesson to the little road boys, and Su Cao took advantage of his leisure time to find the Zhuhu Pavilion.

It's spring and the climate is warm.

Ji Mo, who was practicing swords, saw Su Cao appear and glanced at Yeqi, who was guarding on the side.

Ye Qi disappeared into the bamboo forest, climbed over the wall into the Changqing Temple, and when Su Cao walked into the pavilion, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he took were also placed on the stone table, and people retreated to the bamboo forest with interest.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate ......"

Su Cao Yan is good at ink, Ji Mo wrote eight big characters on rice paper, and then looked at Su Cao, meaning to ask her if she noticed how to start and put pen to paper, can she write?

Su Cao nodded, then shook his head again.

Ji Mo looked at her puzzled.

She was depressed and said: "I don't want to write these big characters, I want Ji Gongzi to write, the line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, and the dense sewing before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late!" ”

Ji Mo looked at her thoughtfully for a while.

After hesitating for a moment, she still wrote these lines of poetry on rice paper according to what she said, and then handed the pen to Su Cao.

"Motherly ......"

When the two words were written, Su Cao looked at the ink on the rice paper, and smiled distractedly: "Ji Gongzi, do mothers in the world treat their children compassionately?" ”

Her clear and translucent eyes suddenly seemed to be covered with a thick fog that could not be removed.

This made Ji Mo feel awkward, and nodded after thinking for a while.

Her scumbag father has experienced betrayal and separation, like a lonely boat in the vast sea, helpless in the wind and waves.

In front of him who is so fragile and sensitive, as his daughter, she should be strong and give him strength.

But because Ji Mo couldn't speak, as soon as he arrived in front of him, Su Cao no longer had to pretend to be strong, and showed his most vulnerable side in front of him.

"No, it's not."

Su Cao put down the brush and said in a low voice: "My mother, my heart is like a snake and scorpion." ”

That woman was indeed like a femme fatale.

But not for her!

When she said such words, Ji Mo looked at her in shock, and her lips squirmed.