Wen Jian laughed while eating dumplings: "Mother, you are so childish."
"Don't you listen?"
Wen Jian could only nod to save face, "What's the good news?"
Wen Zhiyu held up his chin and looked at Wen Jian with a smile: "Your young sister is coming back tomorrow."
Hearing this, Wen Jian was startled for a moment, and then slowly opened his eyes. Even the dumplings fell from the chopsticks into the bowl, but Wen Jian didn't care. She was surprised and couldn't help but happily told Wen repeatedly. Knowing and confirming: "Really? Mother, is it true? Is sister Qingzhi coming back?"
"Really, it's absolutely true. Mother received your letter from Aunt Nuan in the military camp." Wen Jian knew that Wen Jian would be very happy when he knew Qingzhi was coming back, but he didn't expect that the little guy would be like this Excited.
Wen Jian stood up suddenly, jumped excitedly, and then realized that we were outside, so she sat back at the table and smiled silly at her mother, "Mother, I am so happy!"
"Okay, you eat first, we will go back later."
Seeing that it was getting dark now, Wen Zhigu didn't want to go back until dark.
Wen Jian nodded vigorously, picked up her chopsticks and ate obediently. When she finished eating and went back, Wen Jian couldn't help but ask Wen Zhihu on the way, "Mom, can I not go to the elementary school tomorrow?"
"No, my mother will take you to school first thing tomorrow morning. When you get out of school, my mother will pick you up as soon as possible to meet Qingzhi, okay?"
Wen Jian nodded reluctantly: "Okay."
Wen Zhigu laughed a little angrily at this little thing, "What's your tone? It's unwilling." It was as if she wanted to prevent him from meeting his immature sister.
Wen Jian: "I will go to see my young sister after school."
Wen Jian said sensibly.
The mother and son returned to their residence talking and laughing. It was getting dark by then. Just when Wen Zhigu took out the key and went to open the door, Wen Zhigu was suddenly frightened and stepped back. A man in tattered clothes was The white-haired old man squatted at the door and stood up.
Wen Zhigu subconsciously protected Wen Jian behind him and stared at the old man in front of him warily: "Who are you?"
"Wen Zhifu... Zhifu, do you still remember me?"
When Wen Zhigu heard the voice, he frowned slightly. He looked closely, and his pupils suddenly shrank. It was...
The late Emperor Shengnan sank...
He's not dead...
Not only was he not dead, he also dared to appear in front of him...
Wen Zhigu's emotions went from shock and disbelief at the beginning, to indescribable sorrow and anger gradually welling up deep in his heart. He didn't know how this person dared to appear in front of him...
"Mother... I recognize this old uncle." Wen Jian behind her suddenly made a childish voice, a little strange.
Wen Zhiyu heard Wen Jian's voice, and then came to his senses. He frowned and lowered his head and asked, "When did you see him?"
Before Wen Jian could say anything, Shengnan Shen answered for the little guy first. He stared at Wen Zhigu and said calmly: "Three months ago, Ji Xubai took Xiao Jian to visit the child's grandmother."
Wen Zhigu was shocked when he heard this, and asked Xiao Jian again in a low voice, "Is it true?"
Wen Jian was stunned for a moment and nodded, but she didn't know why the old uncle in front of her knew so clearly...
Moreover, the old uncle spoke to his mother as if he knew her. However, Wen Jian never knew when her mother knew this old uncle...