"Come here, and see if this is the thought left to you by your ancestors in the past!" Ou Xiuyang decided not to say it, it was their own business.

"Great, what an ancestor, but you never told me what an ancestor is, I always thought that I was picked up by you, and you are my ancestor." Jiang Ling has something to say, he has always thought that he is an orphan, Da Da has never told him any ancestors or other ancestors, and he has never been sad, anyway, Da Da is here, he is not alone.

"Don't talk, listen to Mr.!" Zhuang Zhiyu looked at this big boy with some distress, where did his memories go, how can he get them back, can he get them back? Will the memories he retrieved make his life unpredictable joy or sadness from now on Zhuang Yu didn t know how she glanced at her husband and quickly returned to her previous indifference.

"You two remember, no matter what it looks like now, the fates of the two of you are connected, one loss and one glory, Jiangling, you have to remember that the message is a person who has been inseparable since you were born, no matter when, you must remember that you can't doubt the message to do things, let alone pull it back!" Ou Xiuyang was worried that if this kid remembered something incomplete, he would pull the back of the message, so it was better to get vaccinated in advance.

"Big, don't say that, it's like I don't understand anything, I know, I understand, I understand, Lord Zhangyu is now in charge of disaster relief, I must have the right to support it, you can rest assured!" Jiang Ling didn't think he would pull his legs, but he was smart and clever, and he had always done things in a measured manner.

"Be humble and steady, and men should be calm and composed!" Ou Xiuyang seized the opportunity to educate Jiang Ling, and there was no chance to teach him a lesson after separation, and now Ou Xiuyang began to divide all his time into that matter, so there was not much time left.

"Sir, this is it?" Zhuang Zhiyu suddenly saw something moving under the tombstone.

"You two take a look at this first, and you'll look for me over there later!" Ou Xiuyang handed the cloth bag in her hand to Zhuang Zhiyu, she is a steady child, and she will have her own thoughts when she sees it.

"Good!" Zhuang Zhiyu took it, her face was a little solemn, she also had such a thing, and Mr. didn't let her see that she had never violated it.

"Master, what is this!" Jiang Ling probed his head and looked at the cloth bag in Zhuang Zhangyu's hand, which felt like something very explosive.

"Didn't you say that you shouldn't call me that in private, but call me a leader!" Zhuang Zhiyu glanced at Jiang Ling helplessly, is this guy's brain stuck, how can he still take a bite if he doesn't let him be restrained.

"Open it up and take a look, and say let's see it!" Jiang Ling leaned over and didn't feel the helplessness of Zhuang's message.

"Panic what, get there!" Zhuang Zhiyu found a place to sit, Jiang Ling consciously sat aside, and the two sat side by side and opened the cloth bag.

Inside is a roll of brown cowhide, some of which tastes like it.

"What, this is, martial arts cheats?" Jiang Ling was very curious and really felt. Sir is so mysterious!

"Ahh Zhuang Yu, who has always been as calm as ice, will even have a time when she can't hold her breath, looking at the handwriting on the cowhide, her face instantly turned pale.

"Who is Lin Bo? What is written, this is! "Jiang Ling can't understand it, it seems to be a family tree, and it's not right, what is this! But the word is really familiar, as if I saw it somewhere.

"Jiangling!" I don't know how long it took, Zhuang Zhiyu finally reacted, looked sideways at Jiang Ling, who was sleeping on his shoulder, and muttered.

"Hmm!" The reaction in sleep is also so fast, it is the gene inherited by the Lin family!

"You should know, but why don't you remember, why don't you remember at all, you shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't let me carry everything for you, carry, I'm very tired, I don't want to carry it, eleven years, you know?" Zhuang Zhiyu closed her eyes, tears slowly flowed out, dripping to her mouth, and the bitterness made her frown.

"But I can't remember, what should I do? I'm Lin Ruxiang, I should be Lin Ruxiang! Jiang Ling's words blurted out without thinking about it, in a trance like a dream, Jiang Ling didn't know what he was talking about.

"Lin Ruxiang!" Zhuang Zhiyu turned around, his eyes widened, staring at Jiang Ling, did he remember?

"Oops!" The defenseless Jiang Ling suddenly lay on the ground and touched the small stone closely.

"Lin Ruxiang, you finally remembered, didn't you?" Zhuang sent a message to help Jiangling, no, it was Lin Ruxiang! He is Lin Ruxiang, the only bloodline of the Lin family, the son of Prime Minister Lin Bo, and the only survivor of that witch rebellion.

"What Lin Ru thought, what are you talking about, can you take it slowly?" Jiang Ling looked at the master who was so excited in a daze, why didn't she tell herself when she dodged, and her mouth was broken.

"Don't you know what you just said?" Zhuang Zhiyu unconsciously grabbed Jiang Ling's shoulders, and looked at Jiang Ling's eyes excitedly, shouting infinite hope.

"Why, how do I remember, I just fell asleep! Could it be that he is talking in his dreams? Jiang Ling was in a state of confusion.

"Lin Ruxiang!" Zhuang Zhiyu shouted, she was really about to collapse, why did this guy run away, why was he a nasty person like a little turtle.

"Lin Ruxiang, this name is so familiar, is it your friend?" Jiang Ling tried to make himself think about where he had heard this name, he was really familiar with it.

"Can't you really remember?" Zhuang Zhiyu stared at Jiang Ling with wide eyes, looking at this man who should have become her father-in-law, but now looking at herself so innocently, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Forget it, I don't want to, just tell me what you want me to remember." Jiang Ling felt that his head was about to explode, and it hurt to death.

"Jiangling, let me tell, let me tell you, you are not Jiangling, you are not, you are Lin Ruxiang, Lin Ruxiang, do you understand? You are Lin Ruxiang, the son of the late Prime Minister Lin Bo, you are Lin Ruxiang! Zhuang's words that had been buried in her heart for many years finally came out, she had borne it alone for too long, and she had borne it too lonely.

"Palm,··· Leader, Zhuang Message, what are you talking about, why don't I understand, are you talking to me? Jiang Ling was stunned, dumbfounded, he didn't know what to say, why did this lord in charge of the emperor what was wrong, and collapsed in an instant.

"Why are you pretending you can't remember, why are you pretending to have amnesia, you bad guy, you worst guy!" Zhuang Zhiyu really collapsed in an instant, and all the thick walls that were disguised collapsed at this moment.

"What the hell are you talking about, Lord Lord, it's okay for you!" Jiang Ling's head was splitting, he was burned by the tears of the palm, the pain made him sweat, the pain made him shiver, this was the weather in August, the autumn tiger was running around, but his hair stood up.