The big guy's kitten turned wild

Chapter 330 329 Mom!I'm Paige!
After everyone's efforts, the yard has regained its spaciousness and clearness, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the bluestone slabs softened a layer of ancient mystery.

Nan Youyu was weaving bamboo baskets diligently, bathed in the moonlight and lights.

When everyone cleaned up, she left her tools, mainly because no one dared to move them.

The car called by Jiang Amnesty has arrived.

The sending process was a bit tortuous.

Yang Jinwu drank the wine, which was equivalent to having a good time. Under the pincer attack of Hou Juqing and Zou Jie, he let go of his hooves and ran all over the courtyard. During the run, he shouted:

"Come and chase me! Come and chase me! Hahaha, you can't catch up! I told you to exercise more and don't listen, now you can only follow behind my ass!"

The two looked desperate.

Hou Juqing gritted his teeth while running: "When this guy sobers up tomorrow, I will beat him to death!"

Zou Jie said coldly: "It's better to take a picture and post it on the Internet."

Hou Juqing: "Good idea!"

Messy dust was flying all over the sky.

After finally catching him, just as the two were about to stuff him into the car, the man actually held on to the car door and refused to let go.

He also cried and shouted: "Mom! I finally found you! I am your long-lost son!"

Hou Juqing pulled his arm with his eyes closed, and said with great difficulty: "I swear, if his mother sees him like this, he will be the first to clean up the house!"

Zou Jie said, "Just let him sleep on the street."

Yang Jinwu cried with snot and tears: "Mom! I'm Paige! Look at me, look at me!!"

"..."

Inability to vomit.

The nonsense here didn't affect Nan Youyu at all, or in other words, she didn't realize what was going on here at all.

Just sitting there alone.

The back is thin.

Poor alone.

10 minute later.

After Jiang Amnesty sent everyone away intact, there was another deep silence in the courtyard.

It seems that even the lights are not so bright.

Nan Youyu sat under the dim light.

"What are you making up?"

Jiang Amnesty went to her and squatted down, raising his delicate eyebrows and eyes and asking in a low voice.

Xiao Yu'er didn't ignore him this time like he ignored others.

Instead, he stared at him, and replied with a little pride: "I made a stool."

Jiang Amnesty thought that they had guessed wrong.

Not weaving bamboo baskets.

The boy squatting piously didn't seem to be talking to a drunk, and then asked calmly: "Why do you want to weave a stool?"

Nan Youyu said as it should: "Sit for those who are standing there!"

"Where are they from?"

"There."

Xiao Yu'er pointed in one direction.

Through the dark gate, a verdant sycamore tree rustled in the wind by the wall of the alley opposite the gate.

Jiang Amnesty looked in the direction of her finger, clearly saw nothing, but seemed to see everything.

He knew that there was no one there now.

Suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, the boy asked, "Why do you sit for those people there?"

"Well... because..." Nan Youyu wrinkled her small face, as if she was very distressed.

She bit her pink lips and thought hard.

She didn't know why she had to sit for the people there.

But that's all.

After a while, the little girl's crisp voice sounded: "Because that person is very lonely, very lonely."

She also emphasized the word loneliness.

Jiang Amnesty knew she hadn't forgotten.

At least, not so easily forgotten.

In fact, so was he.

But this distress should not haunt her.

"That man is not alone at all, you don't have to make a stool for him."

(End of this chapter)