Song Xian told Old Lady Song all the things that happened these days, but she didn't mean to leave.

Old Mrs. Song finally couldn't help it: "What else do you want my grandmother to do for you?"

Song Xian looked at his grandmother. When he was in his previous life, his grandmother suddenly passed away seriously ill, it should be related to Rong's family. Unfortunately, he did not pay attention to the family at that time, and his grandmother's murder was still in the dark.

Now that I think about it, I feel ashamed of my grandmother.

"Grandmother," said Song Xian, "I have been worried about my grandson over the years. My grandson has done a bad job and has made you angry a lot."

Suddenly hearing what my grandson said, Old Mrs. Song couldn't help but feel sore, but she showed a kind smile: "Whatever nonsense is it all your father's fault. I didn't teach my son well, so I made you... You have done a good job. If someone else said he had gone wrong."

"In the past, my grandmother thought you were too cold, unwilling to go home, nor like to talk, but this was not blaming you, but... I felt distressed. Seeing you getting farther and farther away from this home, I really couldn't rest assured."

When Mrs. Song said this, she smiled again: "Fortunately you are a lucky child and can meet good times. In fact, my grandmother has long discovered that you have changed a little and is happy, but she dared not ask you, for fear that you will be backfired by just stretching out your hand. Later, she found that you are happy and good times, so my grandmother knew that my grandson should be fine in the future."

"As a person, as long as he has a happy person, his spirit will become different. Especially Liangchen, this child is upright and soft, open-minded, and careful, and has a delicate heart. If you like her, your heart will chase her, and you will definitely not be able to do anything."

Song Xian couldn't help but smile.

Old Mrs. Song said: "Even if I, the old lady, went to Chenjia Village, would feel comfortable around Liangchen. The child standing there made people feel that everything is bright."

"Later, I learned that she was a descendant of King Guangyang, and I understood why King Guangyang passed away for so long, and people always remembered his good deeds. It's a pity... People's hearts are unpredictable, and some people are jealous of virtuous people and jealous of their abilities. They don't think about how to get better. They just want to drag people down. You must protect your good times in the future."

"Hello, so you'll be fine. Grandma can feel at ease any time."

Song Xian responded.

Old Mrs. Song looked at Song Xian: "It's getting late, you should have a good rest when you run around."

Song Xian said: "My grandson serves you to wash."

Song Xian said that he ordered the manager to get hot water. There was no need for Song Xian to intervene in the company, but Song Xian was holding water and sending towels beside him, which made Old Lady Song so unspeakable.

She is really content to be able to keep her grandson for so long.

"grandmother."

When Old Mrs. Song lay down, Song Xian sat on the Jinwu beside the bed: "After we get married in the future, you can move in with us!"

Old Mrs. Song smiled and nodded: "Okay, grandma must go to your place often."

After Song Xian got up and left, Old Mrs. Song was not sleepy at all and called her mother in charge and said, "Brother Xian is more and more like him when he was a child."

The mother in charge said, "Yes, I remember when my uncle was young, he was not a little talented, so I insisted on bringing water to wash your feet with my own hands, talking to you, and leaving after you fell asleep. I was like this just now, and I felt as if I had returned to the past when I was in such a flash."

Old Mrs. Song said: "I used to think I couldn't wait for this day, and my brother Xian is finally back."

Song Xian returned to the room, but couldn't sleep.

When he was in the capital, he always stayed at the Xie family's house. He stayed in the same inn and inn on the way back to Zhenzhou. It took a long time since he was so far away from Liangchen.

A bit uncomfortable.

I wonder what she is doing? Have you had a break?

Song Xian stood up and stood in front of the window and pushed open the window. When he was in the inn, he would always open the window to see if the lights were turned off in her room.

Even though he knew that they were not together now, he looked forward habitually.

I don’t know how long I stood there, and the cold wind was dyed on his clothes. Then he closed the window, but his every frown and smile in his mind was still there.

He lost his mother since childhood and his father and son were separated. He once felt that he should not have been born in this world, and he was a redundant person in the Song family or wherever he was.

But at the moment when he was facing life and death, he met her.

Even if he accidentally missed it, God gave him another chance to start over.

All the things he lost were returned to him little by little.

The people he cares about, his home.

He wished he could build a high wall and protect them in it so that they could not withstand any harm.

Although there is not such an indestructible high wall, he still has himself.

This is his way.

Song Xian ordered Chang An: "Go and rest, and leave the palace to patrol the camp at the end of Yin tomorrow."

...

Xie Liangchen carefully looked at the new spinning wheel drawing, and then he was about to blow the light to rest.

Just as she lowered her head, she turned to look at the window. Whenever she wanted to rest, she would look at Song Xian's residence.

Every time she turned off the light, the room opposite would soon fall into darkness. Although she didn't say anything, she knew that he was concerned about her.

That subtle feeling makes people feel inexplicably at ease.

After blowing out the light, Xie Liangchen stood in the dark and waited for a while before climbing onto the kang.

I thought I would think a lot before falling asleep, but I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was dawn and my grandmother's voice came from outside: "Go away, go away, don't go into my kitchen again."

Xie Liangchen knew what happened even if he didn't go to see it. When he was in Beijing, his grandmother said that if the second aunt dared to use oil like that when she returned to the village, she would not think about stepping into her kitchen again.

Gao's voice sounded indeed: "Uncle, you are a man with an imperial decree, so you just put a little more oil, so why don't you use this? I'll leave... I can't do it? You can't cook this meal for long. When Chen Ya gets up, you'll be driven out."

Xie Liangchen got up and put on his clothes, washed it, walked out of the house, and looked at the familiar Chenjia Village in front of her, and took a long breath.

For some reason, I always feel that the smell of home is sweet.

After having dinner earlier today, she had to discuss with her second, fourth and others about going to Eight Prefectures.

After Song Xian returned to Daizhou, he would be busy with the matter. The wool and skin of the Liao people would come to Daizhou through the matter. Before that, the spinning wheels should be prepared and taught the people how to make thread spikes and felt.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the room next to the cooked medicine shop.

Chen Yongsheng said first: "Now the Beijing-centered thread and felt are sold well, but how do you sell these things in the future? We all went to Bazhou to help, and will Zhenzhou still do these?"
Chapter completed!