"I'll ask Pang Yi to check it out later," Zhong Mingwei said hurriedly, "I'll definitely find out your parents' names and family backgrounds. Don't worry."
"Why should I worry about it? Whether they can find out or not, it doesn't affect me." Mei Ya curled her lips towards Zhong Mingwei and sighed. "In the past, I really wanted to know who my parents were. What was their surname and name? What name did they give me? I really wanted to know what my name was. But now that I have a name, I'm not so anxious about it anymore. I feel like it doesn't matter whether I know it or not."
Zhong Mingwei didn't know what to say. He reached out and held Mei Ya's hand. He said nothing, just held it gently. Mei Ya smiled at him. Then he turned his hand and held his too.
"We can set up a memorial tablet for Queen Zhenxian at home." Meiya said, looking at Zhong Mingwei's face that suddenly changed color. Meiya hurriedly said, "I'm not asking you to kneel in front of the memorial tablet all day long. We can go to pay tribute to her during Qingming Festival, memorial day, and New Year. After all, she is your mother. She will also be my mother in the future."
"Forget it," Zhong Mingwei shook his head and said with a smile, "You just said that this kind of thought is neither good nor bad, noble or humble. We just need to remember it in our hearts, and there is no need to set up a mourning hall."
Meiya frowned: "Really not necessary?"
"I am just a commoner now. How can I set up a private mourning hall for Queen Zhenxian at home? This is a capital crime punishable by death." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.
"Oh, I forgot about this," Meiya suddenly realized and slapped her mouth a few times, "Look at what a stupid idea I came up with! He deserves a beating!"
"No hitting!" Zhong Mingwei hurriedly reached out and grabbed Mei Ya's hand, saying with a threatening face, "If you dare to touch my wife again, I will teach you a lesson!"
Meiya: "..."
Zhong Mingwei looked at her stunned face and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "What's wrong? Did you remember it?"
"But I just touched your wife," Meiya put down the chopsticks in her hand, moved slowly in front of Zhong Mingwei, raised her face and looked at him, "How are you going to teach me a lesson?"
"This is a lesson..." Zhong Mingwei said as he lowered his head and covered those bright red lips.
…
Meiya hadn't gone down the mountain for a long time. Ever since Pang Yi came to Ningguta, she no longer needed to go down the mountain to buy things. Meiya and Zhong Mingwei were a little uncomfortable with going down the mountain so suddenly. Meiya was fine, but Zhong Mingwei kept nagging her, asking her to put a hat and gloves on her, stuffing money into her pockets, and reminding her not to stay outside. Meiya's ears were almost callused from listening to him.
"I know, I know. I'll be back after I buy the things," Mei Ya glared at him impatiently. Seeing that Zhong Mingwei was about to speak again, she quickly reached out and covered the man's mouth. She said busy, "It's cold and the roads are slippery. I will be careful. When I come back, I will find a car and will definitely not run back carrying the things by myself. Don't worry, old man."
Don’t worry, leave it to the ghost!
Zhong Mingwei was not at all reassured. Seeing that his little girl had become more beautiful with rosy lips and white teeth recently, he felt very worried, fearing that some scoundrel would take a fancy to his little girl.
"Go quickly and come back soon," Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice. He kissed the girl's palm and said, "I'll wait for you to come back for lunch."
"That's enough, you're really old, and you keep nagging me," Meiya rubbed her hands on her clothes in disgust, then got up and left. When she walked to the yard, she looked towards the window again, and sure enough, she saw Zhong Mingwei looking at her eagerly. Meiya couldn't help but laugh again, and waved to him, "Wait for me to buy you some bacon pies!"
"Go quickly." Zhong Mingwei also smiled at her.
"Hey!" Mei Ya agreed crisply. She turned around and took a few steps before she saw a black thing on the ground. She bent down and picked it up. It was a purse. She didn't know how long it had been left in the snow, and it was frozen hard.
"Whose purse is this?" Mei Ya muttered softly. There were only four of them living in this courtyard. Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin did not use purses, and Pang Yi's purse was not like this. Mei Ya thought this black purse was unfamiliar. She walked outside while hesitantly opening the purse.
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