"Yes, in the middle of the village, it's fifteen minutes walk from our house." Ming Ze thought she had agreed, raised his head, and said expectantly.

Jian Junxi wanted to refuse, but when he met his clear gaze, he couldn't say anything if he refused, pursed his lips and said, "Actually, I don't know how to play......"

"It's okay, I just want someone to be with me." After speaking, he seemed to be very aggrieved, and the mist condensed at the bottom of his eyes like black grapes became thicker and thicker.

"Won't Mom go with you?" Jian Junxi touched his head lovingly.

"Uncle, you see, there is a lot of wool there, and my mother usually keeps knitting some sweaters, gloves and the like, or making clothes, and people in the village will come to collect them regularly.

My mother relied on these crafts to earn some living expenses, which was already very hard, and I couldn't delay her time any longer. ”

The little guy put his hand into the pocket of his coat, and he was not a big man, but he was very old-fashioned when he spoke, and there was an indescribable sorrow between his eyebrows.

Jian Junxi looked in the direction of his finger, and there were indeed a lot of wool in the corner, and there were gloves and scarves in the back basket next to him.

She had cleaned up the surrounding area of the sewing machine, but the cotton and cloth on the ground had not yet had time to be collected, and she glanced at the monk's clothes on her body.

He said lightly: "In this case, let's have breakfast first, and then I'll accompany you after eating!" ”

"Really?" Ming Ze asked in disbelief.

"yes, really." Jian Junxi chuckled and nodded, and the two of them went out side by side to brush their teeth and wash their faces.

They washed up, Jin Ling's noodles were also ready, and brought in three bowls of noodles with a plate.

Mainly because of the warmth in the bedroom, the mother and son have been eating in the bedroom.

"Master Wuxin, you eat first, if it's not enough, I'll go to the next point." Jin Ling pushed a large bowl of noodles in front of Jian Junxi.

"Enough, enough, thank you!" Jian Junxi took it politely.

"You're welcome." Jin Ling's shallow smile is like a rose blooming, beautiful and vulgar.

Jian Junxi just glanced at her lightly, then at Ming Ze, and asked puzzledly: "Female donor, Ming Ze shouldn't have a holiday at this time, why don't you go to school?" ”

"This ......" Jin Ling glanced at Ming Ze, only to see that he seemed to be very angry, and as if he had mentioned something sad, he lowered his head and ate noodles in a big gulp.

Jin Ling explained helplessly: "Actually, he went to school before, that is, ...... It's that there are always people at school who bully him, and he often goes home dirty.

At the worst time, the child was scratched on the neck and bloodied, so I went to the school to find the teacher, and they said that there were no fights at the school.

I had to go to the parents of the children, but they ......."

Jin Ling lowered his head with red eyes as he spoke, it is not difficult to see that because there is no man in the family, both mother and son are bullied.

"I can't talk to them, and I can't follow him to school every day, and then I ...... Then he refused to go...... I don't have any good way to do it......"

Jin Ling choked his throat and continued: "Master Wuxin, eat noodles first, otherwise it will be cold." ”

"Good ......" Jian Junxi turned his head and glanced at Ming Ze.

I saw that the tears in his eyes, like crystal clear beads, kept dripping into the noodle bowl, but he stubbornly refused to cry out.

Choking and swallowing noodles, the hand holding the chopsticks is trembling, can you imagine how much damage the young heart carries?

She felt as if there were thorns in her heart, déjà vu, as if she had experienced this pain herself, and she closed her eyes and recalled......

(End of chapter)