"After that, I'll ask Pang Yi to investigate," Zhong Mingwei hurriedly said, "I will definitely find out the names and family backgrounds of my parents. Don't worry."
"There's nothing to worry about. It doesn't matter if I don't find out." Meiya curled her lips at Zhong Mingwei, and sighed again. "In the past, I really wanted to know who my parents were. What was my surname, and what name was given to me? I really wanted to know my name. But now that I have a name, it's not so urgent. Now, it doesn’t matter if you know it or not.”
Zhong Mingwei didn't know what to say. He reached out and took Mei Ya's hand. Didn't say anything, just held it lightly, Meiya smiled at him. Then flipped over. Hold him too.
"Instead, we can set up a spiritual seat for Empress Zhenxian at home." Meiya said, looking at Zhong Mingwei's face that suddenly changed color. Meiya hurriedly said again, "I don't want you to kneel in front of the altar all day long. Let's pay homage to Qingming, the festival, and the New Year. After all, it is your mother. It will be my mother in the future."
"Forget it," Zhong Mingwei shook his head and said with a smile, "You also said just now that there is no such thing as good or bad, so let's keep it in mind, and there is no need to set up a mourning hall."
Meiya frowned: "Is there really no need?"
"I'm just a commoner now, so how can I set up a private mourning hall for Empress Zhenxian at home? This is a serious crime." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.
"Oh, I forgot about this," Meiya suddenly realized, and slapped her mouth a few times in a hurry, "Look what kind of idea I came up with! You should be hit!"
"Don't hit me!" Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he stretched out his hand to grab Meiya's hand, and said with a blush, "If you dare to touch my daughter-in-law again in the future, I won't teach you a lesson!"
Meiya: "..."
Zhong Mingwei looked at her dazed face, and couldn't help laughing "puchi": "What's wrong? Do you remember?"
"But I've already messed with your daughter-in-law just now." Meiya put down the chopsticks in her hand, and moved a little bit in front of Zhong Mingwei, looking up at him, "How are you going to teach me?"
"This is a lesson..." Zhong Mingwei said as he lowered his head and covered those bright red lips.
…
Meiya hasn't gone down the mountain for a long time. Ever since Pang Yi came to Ninggu Pagoda, there is no need for her to go down the mountain to buy things. Meiya and Zhong Mingwei are a little uncomfortable going down the mountain so suddenly. Meiya is okay, but Zhong Mingwei has been Chatting non-stop, putting hats and gloves on for Meiya, stuffing money for her, and constantly reminding her not to delay outside, Meiya's ears felt callused.
"I know, I'll come back after I buy something," Meiya stared at him impatiently, seeing Zhong Mingwei was about to speak again, she hurriedly covered the man's mouth with her hand, and said in a hurry, "It's cold and the road is slippery." , I will be careful, when I come back, I will find a car and come back, and I will definitely not run back with my own things, don't worry, old man."
Don't worry about ghosts!
Zhong Mingwei was not at ease at all, seeing the red lips and white teeth of the little girl their family had recently adopted, he was worried, for fear that some apprentice would take a fancy to his little girl.
"Go and come back quickly," Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, while kissing the little girl's palm, he said, "I'm waiting for you to come back for lunch."
"It's okay, I'm really old, and I'm nagging endlessly," Meiya rubbed her hands on her clothes in disgust, then got up and left. When she walked to the courtyard, she turned to the window again. Looking over, she saw that Zhong Mingwei was staring at her eagerly, Meiya couldn't help laughing again, and waved to him, "Wait for me to buy bacon cakes for you to eat!"
"Go quickly." Zhong Mingwei also smiled at her.
"Hey!" Meiya agreed crisply, turned around, and within a few steps, she saw something black on the ground. She bent down and picked it up. It was a money bag, and she didn't know where it was placed in the snow. It's been a long time, and the money bag has been frozen hard.
"Whose money bag is this?" Meiya whispered, the four of them live in this courtyard, Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin don't use money bags, Pang Yi's money bag is not like this, Meiya looked at the black money The eyes of the bag were very thick, and she opened the money bag hesitantly as she walked outside.