shock!As soon as he came back, his house was ransacked and he was exiled.

Chapter 48 Even the thoughts are beyond ordinary people
Old Man Wen arrived before he even announced his arrival. Jiang Zhimiao and the others were immersed in sorting out the supplies they had purchased in the city today. Suddenly, a powerful voice greeted their ears. They looked up and saw an old man with white hair a few steps away. He waved energetically: "Jing Ming, grandpa is here to see you."

Jing Ming was immersed in fistfighting with the two little ones, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name. He turned his head suddenly and saw his grandfather squatting down and opening his hands, looking at him with a smile.

Upon seeing this, he first said sorry to his friends, then turned his head and threw himself into Mr. Wen's arms with his short legs, burying his head in his shoulder, giggling non-stop.

"Grandpa, grandpa, you finally came to see Jing Ming. I miss you. Sister Mingzhu said someone was going to attack you. Are you hurt?"

Jing Ming raised his head, squatted down, inspected it carefully, and then said with a straight face: "We can't fight next time! If grandpa fights, Jing Ming will never play with grandpa again. Can grandpa hear you clearly?" ?”

Listening to the children's childlike words, Mr. Wen's old face almost burst into laughter. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, okay, grandpa, listen to Jing Ming and never fight with others next time. This is not enough." ?"

When Jing Ming saw that he was obedient, he grinned. His bright eyes made Mr. Wen laugh non-stop.

Father Wen stood aside, looking resentfully at this scene of deep love between ancestors and grandchildren, but he was so sad that he had no feelings for him and just hugged Jingming again and again. The gap was probably too big.

But he could only endure the sourness. Who said he was a son? Since Jing Ming mentioned it, he took advantage of it and added fuel to the flames:
"Yes, dad, Jing Ming is right. You are not young anymore. If we are not around, you can't have any conflicts with others. If you have a problem, what should we do?"

Silence, deathly silence, Father Wen was silent for a while, his expression slightly stiff. Seeing that his words were of no use, he had no choice but to give Jing Ming a wink to make him turn a deaf ear.

Although Jing Ming is young, he is very wise. After receiving his father's eyes, he looked like a young adult and said seriously:

"Grandpa, my father is right. You must be obedient and must not conflict with others, otherwise Jing Ming will never pay attention to you again."

Mr. Wen nodded like a fool and repeatedly expressed that he understood. After giving Mr. Wen a faint look, he smiled and held Jingming in his arms for fun.

Father Wen was heartbroken. He must have picked it up after working for a long time. He lowered his head and stared blankly.

After being married for many years, Mother Wen knew what her husband was thinking when she saw his lost look. How old he was, and yet he was competing with Jing Ming for favor, which really made her dumbfounded.

Mother Wen smiled and shook her head, then held the man's big hand generously.

The sudden movement brought Father Wen back to his senses. He looked down and saw his wife holding his left hand. When he raised his eyes, he saw her smiling.

Sweetness filled his heart, and Father Wen clenched the active hand with his backhand. Under the moonlight, his eyebrows were smiling and his face was full of smiles.

Jiang Zhimiao sat on the ground. From her point of view, she felt that Father Wen's smile was worthless.

Father Wen's smile shone brightly under the moonlight. When he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw three adults, two children and one child staring at him without blinking.

The man was startled, his eyes dodge unconsciously, and he subconsciously retracted his hand. He made a fist with one hand and coughed slightly, his face not moving at all.

From the moment Mr. Wen appeared, Mingzhu's eyes kept rolling on him. The little man ran forward, stared at him with great joy and shouted: "Grandpa!"

Mr. Wen looked at the delicate, white and tender girl hesitantly. How could he not know that his son had given birth to a granddaughter after not seeing him for just a few days?
"You are? I remember that I only have two grandchildren and no granddaughter." Mr. Wen pretended to be surprised, and then said with a smile: "Little girl, I am not your grandfather, but at my age, you can call me grandfather." Not a loss."

Mingzhu was so happy that she no longer hesitated and called her grandfather again with a smile.

Wen Laoxiao narrowed his eyes and called him a good boy. Then he took the two little hands and came to Jiang Zhimiao and the others.

Just now, when he took a look at Jiang Zhimiao from a distance, he felt that Mr. Wen was full of energy and his physical fitness was far superior to that of his peers. Now, looking at him up close, he felt that he was even more energetic than he looked from a distance.

Apart from a head full of white hair, there are not many wrinkles on his face. His skin is smooth and extremely elastic, and his age does not appear at all.

Mr. Wen, who has experienced the world for a long time, smiled understandingly at the surprise of a few people. He squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I have been immersed in traveling around for many years, and am happy both physically and mentally. Naturally, I will age slower than my peers. You don't have to So surprised."

"I have heard from others before that people who are in a good mood will live younger and younger. I didn't expect this to be true." Xu Yourong was surprised and said with a smile: "In the future, I will also maintain my physical and mental health like the elderly. It’s good to be happy, and you’ll age slower this way, right?”

Mr. Wen burst out laughing when he heard this. After his laughter subsided, he continued: "It is indeed true. Only by focusing on mountains and rivers and staying away from the distractions of the world can people live pure and young."

Jiang Zhimiao agreed with what he said in his heart. What he said was absolutely true. The world is so chaotic that only mountains and rivers can be relied upon.If you want to live a long life, you must first live a pure life. Only by jumping out of uncomfortable circles can you live younger and younger. Jiang Zhimiao was really surprised to see Mr. Wen living so transparently.

Generally speaking, the greater the power, the greater the desire. If the Wen family, which has been an official for generations, had not been implicated, they would still be important ministers in the court today.

It is not easy to maintain a pure heart in an environment where officialdom is ups and downs and desires flow everywhere. Mr. Wen is indeed a breath of fresh air in the mudslide.

However, since Mr. Wen is Jing Ming's grandfather, why did they have no intersection in these days? She didn't realize it until today?Jiang Zhimiao was suspicious and asked softly:
"Old man, since you are Jing Ming's grandfather, why don't you live with them during this period? We have been working together these days, and today is the first time I see you."

Wen Lao smiled knowingly: "Of course this is because Lao Chan has his ambitions in all directions. Since he was thrown into prison, Lao Chan has made an agreement with Zhu Qing and the others. You don't need to worry about me. Just take care of yourself."

Then he changed the topic and continued: "What's more, after many years of experience, I have become accustomed to living alone. If we really want to be together, we are really not used to it."

"It's just a mere exile, it doesn't matter at all. Isn't it just walking dozens of miles a day and eating hard pancakes? The old man has good teeth, good legs and arms, and he eats deliciously. He can walk fast, and one person is enough. Why? Need a partner?"

Jiang Zhimiao finally figured it out. The uncle indeed had a lot of personality, and even his thoughts were beyond ordinary people.

I think Father Wen and the others must have mentioned it more than once, but they were all rejected ruthlessly by Mr. Wen. With Mr. Wen's temperament, even if the Wen family mentioned it a hundred times, they would not sway his mind.

"The old man is very opinionated, and the little girl admires it very much." Jiang Zhimiao compiled with his hands and smiled calmly.

Mr. Wen waved his hands repeatedly and said to himself: "Where, where, I just want to change my way of life after living for a long time."

When he finished speaking, he changed the topic: "Little girl, I see that you are somewhat similar to the girl just now. I guess you should be the sister of this girl. You are worthy of being a sister. Even the mouth is equally clever. "

"Since you are all sisters, just follow Zhuqing and the others and call me grandfather. I am old enough to call you grandfather. Little girl, you won't be surprised."

Jiang Zhimiao's eyes filled with smiles and he replied generously: "What are you talking about? Grandpa, I took advantage of this. It is really an honor for us sisters to call Mr. Wen grandpa. I hope Mr. Wen will not dislike our sisters." A good one."

Mr. Wen saw that she behaved openly and without any hint of coquettishness. He raised his chin slightly, smoothed his frizzy beard, and asked with a smile:
"You don't know what kind of person this old man is, how can Zhu Qing still not know him? Once you say something, the gold and jade will remain unchanged. From now on, you can just shout."

Seeing this, Jiang Zhimiao responded repeatedly, saying that she understood. She smiled and said: "Since my grandfather has said this, we sisters naturally have nothing to do with it. Mingzhu Minghuai, come here, come and pay homage to your grandfather."

Upon hearing this, Mingzhu Minghuai immediately walked up to Jiang Zhimiao. After the three of them stood still, they all made a gesture to Mr. Wen, and then said in unison: "Grandpa!"

Mr. Wen stepped forward with a smile on his face, helped up his three new grandchildren, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, they are all my good grandchildren, they are all good grandchildren."

After a few people chatted for a while, Mr. Wen stood up and was about to go back to where he was. Father Wen begged to stay, but he still insisted on himself: "Okay, the yamen will give out hard pancakes again soon, so I'll go first." Go back, you can rest."

Before leaving, Jiang Zhimiao quickly stuffed the sesame cakes in the bucket into his arms. Mr. Wen didn't hesitate and took it directly:

"I will accept the sesame cakes, and you don't want to give them away. I know the way, so there is no need to make such a miserable look. I have already regarded this exile as cultivation. You should cherish yourselves and don't need to worry about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wen held the sesame seed cake in his hand and left without looking back, showing no trace of nostalgia.

Fortunately, the Wen family had long been accustomed to Mr. Wen's indifferent attitude. After being sad for a while, they calmed down.

Although Mr. Wen's behavior seems very puzzling to ordinary people and goes against the rules of the world, how can the mere rules of the world restrain a free soul?

Even if Mr. Wen's behavior seems weird and unreasonable to outsiders, how can Zi Feiyu know the joy of fish?Only he himself knows whether he is happy or not.

Although Mr. Wen could not give up this worldly world, it could not hinder his pursuit of freedom.

Jiang Zhimiao watched him leave, feeling very emotional in her heart. People are already very free if they can be benign and do whatever they want. It seems that the uncle's realm is really high.

(End of this chapter)