As for how Wen Lao became a powerful grandfather in Mingzhu's mouth, the Wen family is still very curious.

Wen Zhuqing looked at his grandfather, who was still young with the sword in front of him, and then lowered his eyes to look at the girl with crooked smiling eyes, he opened his lips slightly: "Miss Jiang, I don't know why my grandfather was besieged by everyone, and how did he retreat?" ”

The young man said aloud, not hiding his doubts in the slightest.

Father Wen and Mother Wen also tilted their heads when they heard this, and looked at the girl with bright eyes, expecting her reply.

After Jiang Zhimiao received the gaze of several people, he disposed of the bun in his hand in three or two clicks, and after swallowing for a while, he immediately spoke.

"Grandfather has been expressing his feelings repeatedly, uh... A little, a little anxious, and then some people were not angry, so they wanted to step forward to stop him, but who expected that the grandfather was immersed in poetry and couldn't extricate himself. ”

"I just ignored him, and then... Then they became angry, but in the end my grandfather fought a few people, and without much effort, they were broken and repulsed, and finally they were all gone. ”

Wen Zhuqing was silent, his expression was stalemate for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, obviously very surprised by the girl's reply.

Not to mention the young man, even Father Wen was stunned, his father really hasn't changed at all, he likes to express his feelings when his love is strong, and it's really been the same for decades.

But Dad has always been a free and uninhibited person, his mother died early, Dad guarded for many years, since he got married, he has completely let himself go.

Every day is either a five-bird drama or tai chi, but he is getting younger and younger, except for his full hair, he really can't see that he is over seventy years old, and the whole person is very energetic.

Speaking of which, this reply was both expected and unexpected by him, and it was indeed like something his father could do.

While thinking about it, Father Wen's hand holding the bun paused, he raised his eyes to look at the long line in front of him, then put the bun aside, and walked forward quickly.

He was holding his breath in his heart, but he was angry, his father was not small, and he actually faced a few others, what if there was a three-long and two-short one that could be called him.

Don't be taken care of yet, you want to be free, this is not free for a few days before he confronts an adult man, can he still let himself fly with confidence?

Thinking of this, Father Wen held back the fire, stepped forward with a calm face, and was bound to have a good talk with his father.

When Father Wen arrived, Mr. Wen had just untied his shackles and was about to go back, looking at his son, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, he smiled and waved his hand, and then walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, walking towards his own territory.

Seeing this, Father Wen hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, he grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said bitterly: "Dad, my son has something to talk to you about, just for a while, it won't be delayed for a long time, can you talk to your son?" ”

Father Wen looked at his father's indifferent expression, and then changed his tactics, he had a flash of inspiration and said quickly.

"Jingming, Jingming hasn't seen you for a long time, and he keeps saying that he wants to see his grandfather, and his son doesn't want to see him, so he doesn't want to see his little grandson?"

At this moment, Father Wen's anger was shattered the moment he saw his father, so what momentum was there.

No matter how strong the chick is, he is still a chick, and in front of the eagle with an absolute sense of oppression, he can only hold his tail and suggest, yes, it is a suggestion.

Wen Lao pondered for a moment, looked at the moonlight and then looked at his earnest son, and in the end, it was the younger grandson who was better, he paused, and said with a full heart: "Lead the way." ”

Father Wen was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately stepped forward to lead the way, the place where they landed was not far away, and Elder Wen followed behind, and it didn't take long to arrive.

Before the old man Wen arrived, Jiang Zhimiao and a few people were burying their heads in sorting out the materials they had bought in the city today, when suddenly, a neutral voice came into their ears, and a few people looked up, only to see a white-haired old man waving a few steps away.

"Jingming, grandfather has come to see you, hey, grandfather's little girl, I haven't seen you for a long time, grandfather wants to kill you."

Jing Ming was immersed in a fist fight with the two little ones, and suddenly heard someone calling his name, he turned his head suddenly, only to see his grandfather squatting down and opening his hands, looking at him with a smile.

Seeing this, the child first said sorry to his friends, and then walked on his short legs, turned his head and threw himself into the old man's arms, he buried his head in the old man's shoulder socket, and giggled.

"Grandfather, grandfather, you finally came to see Jingming, you haven't come to see me for a long time, I miss you, Sister Mingzhu said that someone is going to besiege you, have you been hurt?"

Jing Ming raised his head, squatted down, examined it carefully, and then said with a small face: "Next time, you can't fight!" If his grandfather fights, Jingming will never play with his grandfather again, can his grandfather hear clearly? ”

Wen Lao listened to the child's fairy tales, and his old face was about to burst into laughter, and he nodded again and again: "Okay, grandfather, listen to Jingming, next time I won't fight with others again, isn't this okay?" ”

Jing Ming saw that his grandfather was obedient, so he grinned, his eyes were shining, and he made Wen Lao laugh non-stop.

Father Wen stood aside, looking at this scene with deep affection for his ancestors and grandchildren, but he couldn't make him sour, he didn't have feelings for him, and he hugged and hugged Jingming, this gap is inevitably too big.

But he can only endure the sourness, who called him a son, since Jingming mentioned it, he also took advantage of the situation.

"Yes, Dad, what Jing Ming said is right, you are not young anymore, if we are not around, we can't start any conflict with others, if you have three long and two short, what can we do."

However, Father Wen's kind persuasion did not attract the attention of Elder Wen, he was immersed in joy at the moment and couldn't extricate himself, how could he still listen to his son's preaching?

Father Wen was silent for a while, his expression was slightly stiff, and seeing that his words were useless, he had no choice but to give Jing Ming a look and let him blow the wind in his ears.

Although Jingming is small, he is very good, and after receiving his father's eyes, he looks like a little adult, and he speaks seriously.

"Grandfather, father is right, you must be obedient, you must not conflict with others, otherwise... Otherwise, Jing Ming will ignore you again. ”

Wen Lao nodded like pounding garlic, and repeatedly said that he knew, and after giving his son a faint look, he smiled and held Jingming in his arms to play.

Father Wen's heart is like ashes, he picked it up after a long time, otherwise why wouldn't his father hurt himself? He lowered his head and looked at the ancestors and grandchildren in front of him with empty eyes.

has been married for many years, looking at the appearance of his father-in-law, Mother Wen knows what he thinks in his heart, how old he is, and he is competing with Jingming for favor, which really makes her cry and laugh.

Mother Wen shook her head with a smile, and then shook the man's big hand generously.

The sudden movement brought Father Wen back to his senses, he looked down, and saw his wife holding his left hand, and when he raised his eyes, he saw her smiling.

Sweetness filled his heart, Father Wen clenched his active hand with his backhand, and under the moonlight, he smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, looking like he was smiling.

In an instant, he was like an initiation, if his father doesn't hurt, it won't hurt, and it's the same if he has a wife.

Jiang Zhimiao sat on the ground calmly, and from her point of view, she only felt that Father Wen's smile was worthless.