"Then you go to the kitchen with me?" she tried to ask.

The boy nodded quickly.

Feng Changqing was silent.

I made a mixed soup, brought it over to feed the horse, and then washed the horse again.

For about an hour, the boy followed Feng Changqing. At first, he grabbed her sleeves, but later he changed to her collar, but if he wanted to let him go, he would never do it.

At this moment, Feng Changqing finished brushing the horse, and a lot of sweat came out of her forehead. She didn't wear a handkerchief and rubbed the corners of her sleeves.

The boy looked at it and did the same thing, lifting his sleeves to wipe it.

Feng Changqing subconsciously hid for a while.

This action was a little intimate, and she couldn't adapt.

The boy was not angry either. He put down his hand and squeezed her clothes tightly. The corners of his lips moved and two dimples appeared on his cheeks.

Feng Changqing was a little uncomfortable, they didn't know her at all, so he naturally couldn't grab her like this, what was it like?

She knew that he could understand her words, so she wanted to touch his hand and explain it to him clearly, but as soon as she raised her hand, her eyes could not touch him, and she could not caress her hands holding her sleeves.

The joints between the fingers and palms of the hands were covered with black and gray things that were not cleaned.

This is…hand rust after frostbite.

From the age of five to ten, she will have something like this on her hands every year. For this thing, she has been ridiculed by the teacher's cold eyes.

Even though the rust of her hands gradually faded after getting bigger, the cold memories of her childhood had already been engraved in her heart.

She lifted his sleeves and wanted to take a closer look. His hands should be rusty, and he would definitely feel itchy every day.

The boy quickly dropped his sleeve and hid his hands in.

The sensitive movement made Feng Changqing feel that a string in her heart was touched. She looked at the boy's clean eyes: "What's your name?"

The boy opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. He was a little anxious and kept trying, and finally he struggled to spit out two monosyllables, "Ah...ah...in..."

"Ah...jing?" Feng Changqing carefully identified it.

Nod less forcefully.

Feng Changqing nodded: "Come with me."

A joy flashed in Ajin's eyes, and his hands still did not let go of Feng's long-loving collar and followed.

...

In the space, Tang Jin fell into a long silence.

He gathered all his extra spiritual power to peek at what was happening outside. Although he had known the boy's identity, when he saw the boy's face, he still couldn't help but froze all over and felt like he was struck by lightning.

The wound on the end of the eyebrows on the left was broken by him when he was three years old. He had left a scar since then. The person outside was himself in this life!

Everything was developing in the direction he hoped. He didn't have to try his best to let Feng Changqing go to Changzhou, but his true body outside the spiritual realm came to the door by himself.

But according to the time when everything in the previous life was developed, not only was it two years earlier, but it also became a fool with lack of mind!?

Moreover, he was so close to his original body that he could even feel the fluctuations of his breathing, but he could not break through the spiritual realm and merge into one.

Could it be that he can only be trapped in this spiritual realm forever without seeing the light of heaven?

His heart suddenly became cold and bone-cold, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

...

"I heard you brought that person to your yard-"

At noon, the sun is warm.

Feng Changqing was washing her hands when she saw Zhong Xiaodie running in anxiously. She was halfway through her words, trembling hands, pointing at the person standing behind Feng Changqing and holding her sleeves, and was stunned on the spot.

Zhong Xiaodie is a sweet girl, and she is still cute even when she is stunned and stupid.

Feng Changqing smiled, walked forward, and pressed her trembling hand down, "What's wrong? The cat is holding her tongue?"

"What's wrong?" Zhong Xiaodie suddenly came back to her senses, "Xiaoqing, you are a girl, how could you bring him here? Moreover, I heard from the servant that you not only moved his things over, but also planned to let him live in your yard? How can this be done!"

"Why can't this work?"

Feng Changqing had no choice but to take off Zhong Xiaodie's braid, which was flying around because she was too excited, from her shoulders and put it on her chest.

"You said too, he lacks his mind, and is almost the same as a child, why can't he do it?"

"Anyway, it just doesn't work."

Zhong Xiaodie opened her mouth and couldn't say anything to refute her, so she was too lazy to refute her. She reasoned seriously: "You are a girl, how can you live in the same yard with a man? Is it okay if you spread it? Even if you think about it, Uncle Feng would not agree."

Sure enough, after Zhong Xiaodie finished speaking, Feng Yi came back in the blink of an eye.

"Xiaoqing."

Feng Yi strode forward, wearing a blue-gray cotton robe, his gray hair was neatly combed, and he wore a peach wood hairpin on his head, looking simple and deep.

He glanced at the man standing behind Feng Changqing and holding his daughter's sleeve, frowned, "Don't mess around, let him live somewhere else."

A Jing suddenly became panicked and hugged behind Feng Changqing's back and lowered her head and did not dare to look at others. Her hand holding Feng Changqing's collar also exerted force more and more force, and her joints turned white.

Feng Changqing patted his hands to comfort him silently, looking at Feng Yi, "There are many rooms in this yard. I know my father's concerns. It's okay. I saw the clothes he wore when he came. They are unique to the beautiful cloth shop in Yuncheng. They must be people here. Let's pay attention, find his family and send him away."

Feng Yi said: "You can't live in the same yard--" After this, my daughter's reputation became bad. How can I match a good husband in the future?

Feng Changqing sighed, "I know this truth, but look, he saw that others were like frightened birds, and was trembling with fear. Only when I could be quiet, if I let him live somewhere else, something would always happen."

Seeing that Feng Yi was going to say something again, Feng Changqing said earnestly: "I was lonely and had no support when I was in Qingshuiji. Thanks to an old couple named Song taking care of him. Later, I was helped by the Su family to meet my father in Yuncheng... You see, we always meet good people, right? Now that others are in trouble, we just happen to be met by us, which is the fate in our destiny. Let's just regard it as a blessing for ourselves."

Feng Changqing has been with him for more than half a year and has already figured out his temperament clearly.

Feng Yi always felt ashamed of his daughter. When Feng Changqing talked about Qingshuiji, Feng Yi immediately thought of the slap he had at the beginning and was speechless for a moment.

"It's really okay." Feng Changqing comforted him.

She knew that reputation in this era was more important than life, and it was difficult to get married after it was reported that it was bad.

In her previous life, she lost her desire for love because of the miserable family of her original family and what she saw and heard around her, and had no intention of falling in love. Her only boyfriend was just because of the right fit, not because of the affection. She still had the same life if she didn't have that suitable one, she would live the same life.
Chapter completed!