"Xiao Gu, don't be rude..."

A young man in an indigo robe walked out of the rice book, about thirty years old.

If the little boy's face is only five points similar to the moon at the bottom of the stream, then the young man in front of him will be eight points.

His eyebrows and eyes were like carved from the same mold as the moon in the Jiandiyue.

The young man in blue robe walked quickly to everyone, reached out to pick up the little boy from the ground, and bowed his head to apologize to the bottom of the stream.

"Old man, I'm sorry, I'm naughty, I'm disturbing you..."

The young man held the boy in his arms and apologized to the moon at the bottom of the stream, while raising his eyes and looking at the moon at the bottom of the stream.

The moon at the bottom of the stream was also watching him.

After the two of them looked at each other, they were stunned at the same time.

The young man said blankly: "Why are you following me..."

Yun Pianpian was as stupid as a wooden chicken. She didn't expect that there would be two people in this world who looked so similar.

The moon at the bottom of the stream came back to her senses from the daze.

He asked hesitantly: "...Are you a descendant of the Jian clan of Jinzhou?"

The moon at the end of the stream was born in Jinzhou Jian. He retired to the mountains and forests after divorced. His parents were extremely disappointed with him and cut off the father-son relationship with him. The two brothers would come to the bamboo forest to visit him during festivals. But he would always be indifferent to each other. Over time, the brother gradually became disheartened. Later, the brother got married and had children. He had his own life. He visited him once a year, and gradually became once every two years and once a three-year period...

The moon at the bottom of the stream gradually lost contact with the Jian family in Jinzhou.

After their parents passed away, Jian Diyue’s contact with her brothers was completely cut off.

The moon in the stream thought that the young man was his brother's child.

When the young man heard Jian Diyue's words, he shook his head: "I have been growing up in Xuzhou since I was a child and have never been to Jinzhou, but..."

The moon in the silence asked: "It's just what?"

The young man looked up at the bottom of the stream and said hesitantly: "It's just that my younger grandmother is from Jinzhou and later married to Xuzhou."

The moon was stunned at the bottom of the stream, her fingers trembled slightly, and her voice began to tremble.

"What's her name for your grandma?"

When the young man saw the expression on the Yue's face of the Jiandiyue, his face turned apart, as if he had remembered something.

His expression of looking at the moon at the bottom of the stream gradually became a little solemn.

"My younger grandmother's surname is Yang, and her single name is Rou."

The moon in the bottom of the stream tightened his pupils, his expression froze on his old face.

He stared at the young man in a daze.

"Arou..."

The delicate and beautiful woman in my memory.

She was his wife.

But he gave her a break with her.

He drove her out of the house.

He was sorry for her.

The moon at the bottom of the stream raised her old eyes and looked at the young man in blue in front of her in a daze.

Why did Arou's grandson look so similar to him?

Yun Pianpian spent three months with the moon at the bottom of the stream. He once heard this name from him. On that day, the moon at the bottom of the stream was comparing with Xiao Changyuan to drink. The moon at the bottom of the stream was even worse than Xiao Changyuan. After a few glasses of wine fell, he called A Rou's name before he got drunk.

"Arou, come here with wine. Today we will not return without getting drunk..."

When Yun Pianpian heard this name, he guessed that Arou might be her master's wife.

But Jiandiyue never told them about his master's wife, and Yun Pianpian did not take the initiative to ask him, for fear of arousing the sad things about Jiandiyue.

Unexpectedly, she would hear the name of her master's wife from other people's mouths today.

Yun Pianpian has watched countless TV series.

Experience tells her.

The young man in front of him is most likely the grandson of his master and his wife.

The young man seemed to see the surprise in Jiandiyue's eyes. He looked around and saw the streets full of diners lined up. After all, this matter was a private matter of their family. The young man didn't want to be heard by outsiders, so he said to Jiandiyue: "Senior, can you talk with me?"

The moon at the bottom of the stream nodded: "Okay."

Everyone followed the young man into the rice story, and the waiter called the young shopkeeper. Yun Pianpian then realized that the young man was the shopkeeper of the rice story. Everyone walked through the shop and came to a yard. The yard was in a quiet environment and the garden seemed to be carefully taken care of. The young man held the boy and took everyone to the main hall behind the yard, asked the maids to serve tea and water, and asked them to invite the old shopkeeper.

The young man said to Jian Diyue: "I know very little about what happened back then, so let my father tell you."

After a while, a middle-aged man in his fifties and sixties walked in. After seeing the face of the silence, he was slightly stunned.

Yun Pianpian was a little disappointed when she saw the middle-aged man's appearance, because the middle-aged man did not look similar to the moon in the ravine, but then she remembered that both appearance and IQ could be inherited from generation to generation. Perhaps only young people and little boys inherited the moon in the ravine.

After the middle-aged man sat down, he stared at the moon at the bottom of the stream and did not speak for a long time.

Jian Diyue is withdrawn and doesn't like to talk, but he asks on his own initiative: "Arou is here?"

When the middle-aged man heard the name, he said sadly: "My mother died two years ago."

The moon at the bottom of the stream was stunned and her old eyes turned red in an instant.

"…Arou is dead?"

The middle-aged man whispered: "It wasn't long after my father passed away, and my mother went with him."

The moon at the bottom of the stream stared blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"……Father?"

The middle-aged man looked up at the moon at the bottom of the stream, and slowly told the unknown story to the moon at the bottom of the stream.

"My mother fled to Xuzhou with me, but she didn't dare to let others know that she was pregnant. She was divorced by her husband. She was worried that her parents would let her have an abortion, so she concealed everything from the outside. My father was a cake vendor back then. After her mother fled to Xuzhou, she became a neighbor. My father pityed her mother's life experience, so he said he wanted to take care of her mother. He didn't care whether she had married before, nor did he care that the child was not his child. My mother didn't want to get married, but she was worried that if I had no father when I grew up, she married her father..."

Jian Diyue heard the middle-aged man's words and suddenly recalled the last time he saw A Rou, the delicate woman had red eyes and wanted to say something to him, but at that time he interrupted her coldly: "You will only hinder my sword skills..."

It turned out that at that time, Arou was actually pregnant with his child...

Thinking of this, the moon at the bottom of the stream was filled with regret, and her heart was filled with regret, and her old eyes became moist and slightly red.

The middle-aged man continued, "I have been rebellious since I was a child, obsessed with swordsmanship, and I don't like to listen to my father's words, and I often quarrel with my father. I always thought I was my father's biological flesh and blood. Until one time, I broke my father's hand making pastry. My mother got angry with me for the first time. She said that I could not treat my father like this because my father was kind to us, because I was not my father's child. Until then, I knew my life experience, but my mother told me that my biological father was dead, which made me lose the idea of ​​finding a biological father..."

The moonlight at the bottom of the stream looked at the middle-aged man with red eyes.

It turns out that he is his child.

He has a child.

But he never knew.

The middle-aged man continued calmly: "After my father's arm was broken, I gave up my swordsmanship and inherited my father's business. In order to repay my father, I got up early and worked late every day to study pastries, and conceived desserts every day. The rice mark gradually grew in my hands. After decades of hard work, I finally made this small pastry stall in Xuzhou City into a well-known rice mark."

The moon in the silence wants to praise his child.

Comment on him doing a good job.

But he didn't know how to speak.

The middle-aged man whispered: "Although my mother told me that my biological father was dead, I felt that she was lying to me. My intuition told me that my biological father should still be in the world.

After the Rice Record became famous, I asked about the whereabouts of my biological father. Finally, I found out that my biological father was the Jian family of Jinzhou. He had a very famous name in the world. He was the number one swordsman in the world and later disappeared.

It was only then that I understood why my mother looked so sad every time she saw me playing with a sword..."

When the moon at the bottom of the stream heard this, her eyes gradually dimmed.

He is not qualified to be his father.

There is no right to praise him.

The Yue of the Jiandi asked hoarsely: "How is your father treating you and A Rou?"

The middle-aged man said, "My father treats me and my mother very well. When my mother gave birth to me, she once bleeded heavily and stepped into the gate of hell with one foot. In order not to let her mother suffer, her father never mentioned asking her to give birth to a child for him. He always regarded me as his own."

When the Jidiyue heard Arou bleeding heavily, her heart felt a little painful.

The middle-aged man said: "My father died of illness two years ago, and his mother became thinner and thinner and finally fell ill. She said she was taken care of by her father for the rest of her life. After her father left, she would not take care of herself. She said she owed her father a lot and now she has to go underground to accompany her father. When her mother left, she looked very peaceful. She said that her life was ups and downs, but fortunately, she met her father, and she would be worth her life..."

The moon at the bottom of the stream lowered her head and sat on a stool without saying anything for a long time.

Everyone could not see the expression on his face.

It took him a long time to say something in dismay.

"That's good……"

It would be great if this life is not in vain.

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked at the moon at the bottom of the stream. He took a deep breath before he had the courage to ask: "I have been telling the story of my parents for so long. It's time to tell your story. Old man, are you Jinzhou Jian clan?"

The moon slowly raised her head at the bottom of the stream, and her old eyes looked at the middle-aged man for a while.
To be continued...