"This ......"

Zhuang Wanqin looked at the man who was concentrating, and her heart was like thousands of soldiers and horses passing through.

"Don't think about it, this matter has nothing to do with you."

The man quietly put away the amber, looked up at Zhuang Wanqin, who was still standing there, pointed to the teapot on the table and said, "Do you want to have another drink?" ”

Looking at the tea that was not a delicacy, Zhuang Wanqin pulled the corners of her mouth a little stiffly.

Taking a step back and sitting down on the chair, Zhuang Wanqin really looked at the person in front of her. Speaking of which, this man is his own father.

However, the years are not forgiving. Time has already carved indelible marks on this man's face.

Although it still looks like a palace nobleman, time flies, and after all, it is not as high-spirited as it was at the beginning.

"Daddy......"

Before he could say anything else, the teacup in the man's hand fell.

With a clang, it smashed on the ground, and it also smashed on the tips of the hearts of the two.

Looking at the tea sprinkled on that person, Zhuang Wanqin hurriedly stepped forward to wipe them clean, but she didn't expect that the person would open it all at once.

Zhuang Wanqin didn't have any defense against him, not to mention that the man was a man after all, and his strength was still not to be underestimated.

So, Zhuang Wanqin followed the man's push and sat directly on the ground. With a gasping sound, Zhuang Wanqin rubbed the place where she had fallen, and just wanted to stand up on the ground, but she didn't expect a hand to reach out in front of her.

He...... He actually ......

Sure enough, this man was not completely unintentional.

The person had already shown his goodness, and Zhuang Wanqin walked directly down the ladder. Holding the man's hand and standing up, Zhuang Wanqin laughed a few more stupidly.

"You're alright."

Zhuang Wanqin didn't know how many times she had heard this sentence of concern, but none of them were as heartwarming as this one.

Shaking his head, the smirk on his lips still didn't go away. It made that person feel a little disgusted.

Now that the atmosphere is finally back to normal, she has the heart to discuss what happened before. If she really talked about it, it would be nice for her to find out about those things herself. It's just that Zhuang Wanqin still wants to hear what that person thinks of these things, so that she can have a judgment.

Sitting down again, Zhuang Wanqin picked up the tea that had been poured again and had not yet had time to drink, wanting to relieve the embarrassment. But he was stopped by the person on the other side.

"Don't drink this tea, now that you're here, how about you and I drink a few glasses of turbid wine?"

After speaking, without waiting for Zhuang Wanqin to reply, she walked out of the door by herself.

Looking at the man's somewhat emaciated back, Zhuang Wanqin felt very stable in her heart. That feeling that has been lingering in my heart since I left Qiongxian Island at the beginning.

It's as if he has been wandering here all along, a homeless prodigal son.

But now, the appearance of this person, or the emergence of this person's new identity, makes her feel more at home.

How so? Obviously, this person was also his father before.

In other words, it was the helplessness of being persecuted by the former emperor that gave them the opportunity to be relatively silent here.

They are all chess pieces in the game of chess played by the emperor, but some of them are of no longer value, and some are just the time to play their functions.

Waiting for the time when the man took the wine, Zhuang Wanqin had nothing to do here, just wandering around.

There was only one set of tables and chairs in this room, and even if she turned around a few hundred times, she couldn't turn a single flower.

Just when Zhuang Wanqin was bored, the man's voice came from the door.

"Do you want to have a drink together?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Wanqin understood a little. The wine is outside, not in this small house.

happily agreed, Zhuang Wanqin immediately walked out quickly, for fear that she would not be able to catch up with that person's footsteps.

When I first arrived, the sun had just risen, and I was about to reach the top of my head. It's just that because it's autumn, even if you put it on your head, you don't feel any heat.

"In my hometown, when autumn comes, the leaves will fall. The so-called ten days of autumn withered leaves are yellow, such a truth. ”

Zhuang Wanqin knew that he had misunderstood, thinking that he was looking at the leaves on the tree.

However, this man's hometown ...... That small country?

It is said that that small country is developing very well now, which may also be a matter of his heart.

"I heard that your hometown is beautiful, but unfortunately I never had the opportunity to visit. When I find a chance, I will definitely visit it. ”

He sat cross-legged at the stone table that the man had set up, and looked at the tools that had been placed on the table at some point, and the pot of wine simmering over the fire. Zhuang Wanqin felt that in fact, if she could live such a life, maybe she would ignore anything in the outside world.

Looking at Zhuang Wanqin's expression, the man knew what she was thinking. But none of this was too much concern for him, after all, the person worthy of his concern was gone.

"You have a background in this mulberry wine."

The man was a little surprised. He expected that Zhuang Wanqin would know a little more about wine, but he didn't expect that person could distinguish the name and age of wine just by smell.

Looking at the jumping flames, the man started the fire under the wine jug, and then spoke: "Acquaintance with Jun Chu, farewell to the deceased." ”

He raised his eyes, looked at the face on the other side that was somewhat similar to himself, and continued: "When I first met her, I brewed this wine, and now it has been twenty or thirty years. ”

Seeing that the person was showing signs of starting to flip through his previous experiences, Zhuang Wanqin sat forward a little more, stretched out his head and asked, "That person, but is it my mother?" ”

Even though she already had the answer in her heart, Zhuang Wanqin still wanted to ask. That's right, there's nothing to say.

I saw that the man nodded slightly, lifted the lid on the flask, and stirred it.

Suddenly, a rich aroma of wine wafted from the small flask, as if inviting the people around to taste it.

But he saw the man take out two small wine cups from behind him, and put one in front of one of them. Sniffing the scent wafting through the air, the man nodded slightly.

"Alright."

After that, they picked up the small wine cups in front of the two of them and filled them, and put them in front of the two, and then looked at Zhuang Wanqin again, intending to start the next round of dialogue.

Zhuang Wanqin looked at the small wine cup in front of her, and the wine in it was still rippling. Just like her heart now, she is wavering, not knowing how to face the father she should be familiar with, but in fact she only has a few faces.