Chapter 54 My last name is Meng

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Wooden farmhouses, fertile fields, dogs, trees, and cooking smoke.

This is the favorite scene of literati in rural paintings.

In fact, there should also be dog shit, chicken shit, urine, and a skinny, ragged old man on the roadside.

The old man's ribs.

The old man's wrinkles.

The running fool.

When the two young boys stepped into this run-down village, they both felt a little regretful.

Meng Shaoxia thought this place was too shabby. Looking at the villagers' old clothes and tattered clothes, he was worried that they would see Jiang Feng and his sister in an embarrassing situation, and worried that they would be uncomfortable.

He should still say hello first and not visit suddenly, but he was too late.

He Chen has always been pampered. At this moment, the sweet smile of Miss Wan'er with dimpled eyes flashed through his mind from time to time. He thought that every move of hers was beautiful, and that she was looking at him, with light and him in her eyes.

However, when a foul smell brushed his nose, that sweet first sight dissipated. It stinks.

The horse and steed stepped on indescribable shit.

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The two walked up the mountain, away from the densely populated area of ​​villagers, and felt that the smell was slightly better. He

even heard laughter, and felt suddenly sober.

There was a little hope.

Finally climbed up to the house that the villager pointed to.

What caught my eye were two big trees, a broken earth wall, black tiles, and a wooden house.

There were a few bamboo chairs and a stone pier under the tree.

A ragged young man holding a baby stood up when he saw them, holding the baby in one hand and bowing with the other.

"Brother Meng, Brother He, I didn't know you would come. Come, sit down."

Jiang Feng was very surprised.

He never expected that these two distinguished young masters from aristocratic families would come in person.

In fact, when he went to bed last night, the excitement had slowly passed.

When he told his father about it, he was very excited and felt that he had face and was very powerful.

When he was lying in bed, he seriously reflected on himself again.

The core of face is power and strength.

Face cannot be given by others.

He is very weak now. Forcing self-esteem is just arrogance, and it is still inferiority after all.

If Brother Meng and Brother He had not spoken up yesterday, I would have been caught and beaten with several boards. Not to mention the physical pain, how could I have any face?

I can't be complacent, good luck won't always be there.

I still have to become stronger.

Jiang Feng gently stroked the scar on his forehead, reminding himself that he can't live a dissolute life like in the past.

After some psychological counseling, Jiang Feng thought that the next time he saw Brother Meng, even if he was shameless, he would want to beg him to teach him a set of swordsmanship.

It doesn't need to be elite, the guards can learn it.

In this world, let alone other things, the poor have no face, but they have a lot of strength.

If I were good at it, I wouldn't be bullied easily.

Jiang Feng was also worried about the malicious bandit Brother Hu, who was lurking behind him.

Jiang Feng was very surprised to see the two men appear at his door.

Meng Shaoxia and He Chen both felt the smile and joy of the poor boy Jiang Feng.

There was no politeness or fear on the boy's face, only full of surprise.

His clothes were more worn than yesterday, full of patches, and the places without patches were washed white. The robe was a little short, revealing his strong calves, which had some scars. He

wore straw sandals on his feet.

However, he was not embarrassed, but greeted them with a smile from the heart.

When he smiled, his teeth were very white.

The scar on his forehead was still there, but it did not affect his face at all. It even looked a bit like the sideburns that a lady pinned on her forehead.

He was holding a baby, but he was not embarrassed at all.

He felt more friendly, peaceful and comfortable than yesterday.

The two young BMW boys were happy again at once.

They felt it was worth it.

It was worth the winding journey.

And although Jiang Feng's family was also in the village, it seemed to have a kind of elegance and wildness that was different from other families.

His house was very clean and tidy, and there was no bad smell.

There was a wooden couplet on the lintel next to the broken wall.

The top read: Home, the upper couplet: Auspicious clouds herald the sun. The lower couplet: Fragrant grass welcomes spring.

It was a very ordinary couplet, but the words were very good. I don't know who carved it, but it shows his level.

Meng Shaoxia didn't feel anything about the calligraphy, he just thought it was pretty.

He looked around, but didn't see Brother Jiang's round-faced sister, only the little sister seemed to be asleep in his arms.

But he just heard a girl's laughter, but there was no one.

The more He Chen looked at the shabby door lintel, the happier he was, with a kind of surprise that was simple and unique.

The calligraphy was very romantic and elegant.

It was like finding a treasure in a pile of junk.

He asked curiously: "Who wrote the couplet on the door?"

"My father." A crisp voice answered from the tree.

Meng Shaoxia looked up.

I saw a girl sitting high on the tree, swinging her legs.

Round face, smiling.

She suddenly stood up, like a lively little monkey.

He Chen also opened his mouth wide. He had never seen a girl climbing a tree before.

"Brother, I'm going to jump down." Jiang Yu shouted, and then jumped down from the tree.

Jiang Feng, who was holding Xiao Mianmian, dodged immediately.

Meng Shaoxia dodged and rushed up.

Jiang Yu jumped down and knocked Meng Shaoxia to the ground.

She sat on the square-faced boy and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Fang Shaoxia, I was just joking with my brother."

Meng Shaoxia felt the heavy weight of the girl on his body. He felt that the hit made him see stars and all the Jiang and Wan in his mind disappeared.

He didn't dare to look at the girl on his body, but only stared at the bird on the tree. The bird was so white.

He said, "My last name is Meng."