The conversation with Mama Li kept echoing in my head. My uncle was twelve years old when he was taken away, and this age is naturally something that can be remembered clearly.

And according to the monks of the temple, he also knew his family identity and the catastrophe of the overnight decline of the Ming Mansion at that time. If you know everything, why haven't you been home for more than ten years? Never been to incense your grandparents?

Even Mama Li's two inquiries and searches didn't catch any news! It's too incomprehensible, Su Baiqiu's willow eyebrows frowned.

"When the slave maid went to look for the young master, the monk of the temple said that he was taken away by a teacher after learning about the accident in his family." Mr. Teaching?

"That's right! Mr. Teaching. With a flash of inspiration, Su Baiqiu lifted the cloak that was in the way, got up in a hurry, and trotted straight towards Qingqian, who was watering the flowers.

"Qingqian, Miss Ben knows how to find her uncle."

"Miss, it turns out that you have been worrying about your uncle for most of the day?" Qing Qian continued to water the flowers, obviously not much interested in her own lady's words, it was better for her to pay more attention to the green chrysanthemum that received the blessing of rain and dew.

On that day, the market bought the green chrysanthemum imported from the North Winning Country, which was fresh and fun, and I didn't expect anything to bloom. But who would think that it is really a penny for a penny, the price of green chrysanthemum is higher than that of other hundreds of flowers, and now it really blooms a light green pedicle flower with a unique charm, swaying in the wind to attract people's joy.

"It seems that the money is not spent wrongly, this chrysanthemum is really arrogant." Su Baiqiu poked the petals.

Qingqian ignored her stubble, and only continued in a serious voice: "Miss, Mama Li has been looking for so long and hasn't found her uncle, how can someone who has not heard from her for more than ten years be easy to find?" Look at yourself, the scabs on the wounds on your body haven't fallen off yet! ”

took a deep breath and was very worried: "If you want the slave to say, it is important for you to take advantage of the half month when Aunt Zhang was grounded to quickly recuperate." ”

"Flutter." Su Baiqiu covered her mouth and laughed: "Why are you so young and as verbose as the old mother in the kitchen?" ”

This joking shallow stamping of his feet, Su Baiqiu laughed even more. After a while, she knew that Qingqian was for her good, so she patted the shoulder of the little girl she had always regarded as her sister, and said, "As long as there is hope, you have to give it a try!" Also, my injury, Miss Ben is measured. ”

Except for Su Gongcheng, who is actually more like a nominal father, Su Baiqiu only has the uncle who was born with a strange life, and has not seen anyone dead or dead so far, how can he not try his best to find it?

"Qingqian, do you remember that Mama Li said that her uncle was taken away by a teacher?"

Glancing lightly, I don't know if I listened to what she just said, and still took care of the shallowness of watering the flowers by herself, Su Baiqiu secretly slandered in her heart: Forget it, I have a lot of adults, and I don't care about the people who water the flowers in my head.

"The slave remembers." There was no wave in the expression.

"Well, what do you say you would do when you grew up if you were brought home and raised by a teacher?"

Qing Qian finally stopped watering the flowers and thought for a while: "If it is a slave, the slave will also be a teacher." ”

"That's right!" Su Baiqiu clasped his palms and smiled: "It's almost half right." ”

"In addition to this path, there is another path that is also very likely to be chosen, you guess."