"Funny old days?" said Thorn, leaning in his chair, as if waiting for him to come with interest. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info Junli also rested for a while before he spoke: "About sixteen or seventeen years ago, I borrowed to live in the Gu family, that is...... Your grandfather's house. Then...... Your mother is only fifteen, and she has not yet married, and many families have come to propose marriage. ”

As he spoke, his expression seemed to reveal some nostalgia for that time in his heart. "I didn't know what to do at that time, and I couldn't remember who I had been, but I just thought it was a good thing that so many people liked me as a sister. But she has never been very interested in anyone, so your grandfather had to turn down many people, and in the end, he was a little helpless.

"Then one day, your grandfather finally persuaded her to choose a family and agreed with the elders of the other party to discuss the marriage at noon on the second day. The whole family was very happy, and so was I--but early that morning, I heard that there was an uninvited guest outside, who was said to be the enemy of the Gu family, and the people of the entire Gu house were blocked at the front door like a great enemy, and I was left in the backyard by them, and I couldn't see anyone. I heard that the enemy and your grandfather also moved, but I don't remember the victory or defeat now, but I remember that he stopped later, and he had a secret conversation with your grandfather, which made your grandfather feel very bad, even after he left, the luncheon was withdrawn, saying that he had no mind.

"Everyone was confused and nervous, and I was unhappy all afternoon, wandering around the yard and accidentally picking up something - guess what?"

He rarely played a riddle with Thorn, but Thorn could guess where he could be, frowned and thought about it, and said, "What is it?"

Jun Li smiled and shook the letter in his hand. "It's a piece of paper—a piece of paper that's been torn and torn. The handwriting on the paper is the same as the letter today. ”

"My father's handwriting?" said the prickly in surprise, "...... Ah, you, do you mean that the 'enemy' who went to provoke my grandfather is my father?"

Jun Li laughed. "Of course I didn't know it at the time, but I heard someone on the side say that the 'enemy' came to write a war book early in the morning, and was torn up by your grandfather and thrown away, thinking that it was blown away by the wind and landed here, and now everyone was curious, and picked it up to see what provocative words he wrote - do you want to guess the ...... on it?"

"Don't, I don't want to guess, you say it quickly!" said the thorn urgently. "What did my dad write?"

"It wasn't a war book at all. Jun Li looked at her and said. "There were only a lot of valuable things listed on it, and we guessed for a long time before someone looked at the style of the paper and realized that it was actually a bride price. On that day he had come to propose marriage. ”

Thorn opened his mouth and stammered, unable to speak, for a long time, with a thin anger, and said: "My father came to propose marriage to my mother, isn't this the most natural, what's so funny?"

"It's not funny - I left the Gu family after a few days, and for so many years I didn't know who the proposer who was so bold and reckless that he fought with your grandfather was, and I didn't expect that this person would finally become married to your mother...... It's a really weird, if not funny, feeling. ”

"Boring!" the thorn snorted heavily, snatched the letter from his hand, and said, "I thought I didn't know what you were thinking, wasn't it that my father ripped your letter that day, and you were so angry that you had to say that he had also torn up some gift list back then, so that you were happy, right? Look at your gloating appearance! I can see that you are a little ghost!"

Although she said this, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but bend a light smile. Jun Li laughed too little - or rather, too little when he was really happy and happy, and she was still happy to see him like this after all.

"Yes, I'm a little ghost...... Jun Li muttered instead, "I...... I was indeed a little resentful of your father, but I really didn't expect his letter. ”

The meaning of Shan Jiquan's letter was very clear--although the meaning between the lines was still hidden, "Don't want to stab half the idea", but he didn't dare to think about it anyway. Shan Jiquan has already given in. If the apology or thank-you in the letter was still what he deserved, then the trust and respect exceeded his expectations. He didn't have the same petty mind as the stab said, but he knew that he was only at a loss for the letter when he talked about this "interesting past".

"Thorn, I feel a little ashamed now, afraid of me...... I may not be worthy of your father's letter," he smiled. "Because...... For even though I had the heart to protect you at that time, I still hurt and hurt you, and now I am lying here, and I can't even move, and I really don't know how I can take care of you like this?"

"Who wants you to take care of it!" the thorn straightened up. "Didn't you just say it in Lin'an City, you are a fortune teller, I am a martial arts student -- you just tell my fortune to make money, don't let me starve and freeze, I can't go back to Huizhou, who wants you to do it, want you to fight? Those things...... Those things should be mine!"

She said righteously and awe-inspiringly, but between her words, the scene of that day flashed back to her heart, and for some reason her eyes were hot, and some emotions seemed to be uncontrollable. She's a good girl, but maybe every girl has her own conceit in her heart - her conceit lies in always believing that she can take care of the people around her lightly, no matter who it is - the least - the least, and she can take good care of herself without causing trouble to others. When she ran out of Xie Fengde's hut, she really thought that she had proved herself again—she didn't need anyone's help and care—but it turned out that she was still too naïve compared to the rivers and lakes.

She never told him that she was afraid and blamed herself, but her hand was already subconsciously clenched into a fist, as if she was about to tremble.

"Can you put the letter away for me?" Jun Li had already opened the subject. "Put it in my box. ”

Suddenly stunned, he said, "My box - is it still there?"

"It burned out that day. "But some of the things in it are okay, Brother Shen got them back later, and now they are all on Uncle Xia's mansion." "There was a pause. "Do you still have pain in your body?"

"It doesn't hurt so much if you don't move. ”

"You'd better rest for a few days, and after three days, we'll go to Uncle Xia—then we'll have whatever we want. ”

As she spoke, she carefully folded the letter and put it back in the paper envelope.

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Three days were extremely short, Xia Zheng sent someone to solemnly move Jun Li to the mansion, and vacated the best place for him.

Everyone only said that he valued righteousness, and probably only Jun Li himself knew why he was so generous. But he had never seen him and Chen Rongrong - he knew that they would not come.

They must also regard his calamity as a catastrophe caused by their previous meeting-even if they miss it, they don't dare to provoke fate and divine will again, so they can only listen to Lu Xing and Thorn talk about his gradual improvement every day, and talk about it as comfort.

Sometimes I think about it, in this mansion in the distant land of Meizhou, after all, it can be regarded as the company of the eldest son, which is also a bitter happiness, and on the other hand, for Jun Li, this is not a kind of helpless satisfaction.

Fortunately, he still has thorns.

Whoever stays around at the moment can take care of him as his injuries heal, but the stinger is not the "whoever it is" - she won't even allow him to be in a bad mood.

So whenever he was bored and wanted to gradually remember something, she would disturb him, asking him to tell some jokes, talk about things that were not boundary, and talk more about "interesting old things". He occasionally scolded her for being boring and annoying, but the stinger probably saw that he was mostly gentle and refused, and even those scolds were not taken seriously.

He didn't know if he really took it seriously. Sometimes I think about it at night, and every day she has been worn out so that she has no time to think about the depression of the past, and those pessimistic fears seem to have no time to discern them one by one, so that the recollection of such a sleepy time does not have time to bring up any content, but after a moment, it is often gone.

As time goes by, no matter how many tricks the thorns are, there will be times when there are no jokes to tell. Jun Li was also happy to be quiet, so he asked Thorn to take out the remaining scriptures in his back box, and take advantage of such a rare gap to read and review by himself. But the wound was still severe, and sometimes he had to lie down with his eyes closed, and the thorn read the book to him as he had read a letter that day.

"The Tao Sutra is really difficult to understand. "Thorns often read in potholes, and they don't know a little about it, but they don't think it's bitter, but they think it's fun, and Junli benefits from it. Originally, I didn't read well when I carried such a large box of books, but now there are only a few books left after being burned by the fire, but I am easier to learn.

One day, Thorn came to Jun Li's room mysteriously with two books in his hand early in the morning, and when he saw that he was already reading freely when he sat up, he leaned over and said, "Are you reading again?"

Jun Li raised his eyes and saw the booklet in her hand. "What's that?"

Thorn sat down on the edge of his bed, and said with a smile: "When I went back from you yesterday, Aunt Xia pulled me to chat for a while. When she heard me say that you have been reading those books for the past few days, she suddenly realized that she gave me these two volumes and said that they would be given to you and that she wanted you to learn. ”

"Mrs. Xia, ......?" Jun Li said softly. "Well, her Taoist attainments are very high, and I must be far worse than her in this Dao practice. ”

He took the two volumes over, only to see that one cover was the same color and there was no marking, but the other cover had the words "Bagua Sword" written on it.