Chen Qishan was injured in that place, and he knew that Chen Mengtian could be cured.

Unfortunately, the other party is a man after all, and Chen Mengtian is still an unmarried woman.

He thought, wait, wait a little longer, and then talk about this after they got married.

In the capital, he had never met Chen Qishan and Zhu Ziyue at the reception banquet, but he had never met again in private.

Jiang Zebei didn't know what his psychology was, and he never took the initiative to see them. Perhaps he didn't know how to deal with it, and the time was not yet available.

Now that he has returned to Chenjia Village, Jiang Zebei is still a little nervous when he hears Chen Qishan's father coming.

Does the other party know Chen Qishan's injuries? Do you know the hardships he suffered?

Jiang Zebei was in a hurry, and Chen Mengtian had just gotten up, and the other party had already stepped out of the hall with Xuanwu.

Seeing the other party leave, Chen Mengtian walked towards the kitchen with the teapot on the table in the house.

When Jiang Zebei went out to see the village chief standing outside the door, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Uncle Chen."

The village chief heard the voice behind him and turned around and looked over.

His eyes were dazed at first, and soon a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"It's Zebei, but I haven't seen you for many years. Will you still leave when I come back this time?"

In the years since Jiang Zebei disappeared, there have been many rumors in the village, and as the village chief, I have heard a lot of rumors.

However, he asked his son that Jiang Zebei had nothing to do, he was just working hard outside and not taking the official path.

Although I don’t know why this child gave up his bright future, it’s fine as long as he’s fine.

When the village chief saw Jiang Zebei, who was taller and more mature than before, there was no surprise in his eyes, and he even felt a little clear-headed.

Jiang Zebei brought the person into the house and smiled gently along the way, "This time I came back to bring incense sticks to my parents, and I will leave in a few days."

The village chief was not surprised when he heard this. He could see that the people guarding outside the door were not simple.

Whether it is their momentum, their clothes, or their solemn atmosphere, they are not possessed by ordinary people, nor are they the people around the big men he saw in the town.

Jiang Zebei is different now, he is no longer the lonely and helpless child.

While the two were sitting in the hall talking, Chen Mengtian brought warm tea, poured a cup for them each, and then sat next to Jiang Zebei.

When the village chief saw this scene, he felt relieved in his eyes.

In recent years, Chen Mengtian has been widely discussed in the village.

Now looking at the warm feelings between the two, he thought to himself that this is a blessing.

He said a few more words to Jiang Zebei and then got to the point.

"Zebei, are you going to the capital? Can you see this child in Qishan?"

The old man sitting opposite Jiang Zebei now has his back bent and is no longer as strong as in previous years.

When the other party asked about his son, his voice was a little trembling, he was worried and a faint anxious.

Jiang Zebei paused his hand holding the teacup, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

When I looked up, my expression returned to normal and my voice was still gentle, "Yes, I will go to the capital and see Qishan often."

"Okay, okay," the village chief said three times in a row, with a little excited expression. "Zebei, this child in Qishan doesn't know what's wrong. He hasn't sent a message home in the past two years. My mother and I are worried about him."

"Maybe it's because of the busy official business." Jiang Zebei's smile continued to diminish.

The teacup in his hand was held tightly, as if with a little force, the teacup would break.

Chen Mengtian looked at the scene calmly, looked away, and her eyes were calm.
Chapter completed!