Chapter 779

As they talked, they entered the room.

In the big manor, which used to be quiet and lonely, with this big and small voice, it suddenly became lively.

Zhuang long stood at the door for a while, gave himself a few minutes to fit in with the sudden noise, and then turned to enter the room.

Xiaomeng is used to eating by herself, but not to being served. Zhuang long had thought of it for a long time, so he specially told the chief manager that he would not have to be served by a special person in the future.

The cook made a big pot of spicy crayfish. He had not eaten crayfish for decades. He suddenly ate the crayfish and almost cried on the spot. Zhuang long hasn't eaten it for many years. He tried to taste it. It's spicy and spicy. It's really to his taste.

If it wasn't for Xiaomeng, Zhuang long didn't know he loved it.

Zhuang Qilin was addicted to it for the first time.

There are so many delicacies on the table, but the most favored one is the crayfish. After dinner, all three people's mouths were numb, especially Zhuang Qilin. He didn't care about his image, so he rubbed his lips with his fingers.

Knead and say, "I feel my lips are not my lips." All unconscious.

Zanthoxylum bungeanum is a good thing, which can paralyze nerves.

Zhuang long laughs that he doesn't know how to control his food. Zhuang Qilin cuts and replies, "if you like something, you don't know how to control it."

Zhuang long was stunned.

He felt that his son did not speak, a word, every sentence is classic.

After dinner, Zhuang long took Xiaomeng to her room. He arranged Xiaomeng's room on the second floor. As soon as Xiaomeng entered the room, she saw her suitcase. The servant was very polite. He put the suitcase by the wall and did not move. It was the same as before.

Xiaomeng was very satisfied with the room. She looked at it and thought about the life in the prison. She said, "we used to live with a group of people in the prison. At that time, there were so many people that we always made trouble. Later, it was re planned. Two people lived in a prison. The area of the prison was so small that only one person could walk between the bed and the wall. "

"But it's always good not to live with other people."

Listening to Xiaomeng's words, Zhuang long had a kind of insight in his heart. Before that, he wondered how Xiaomeng, a weak woman, lived in prison. She used to live separately.

That's no surprise.

Xiaomeng doesn't want to say more about the prison. She stoops down beside the box and opens it. Zhuang long looks at Xiaomeng's clothes. Zhuang Qilin comes in and runs around the house. He's very naughty.

"What's in it?" After Zhuang Qilin asks, without waiting for Xiaomeng to answer, he does something that Zhuang long wants to do, but he has never done——

He opened the bag Xiaomeng brought out of the prison.

Zhuang long bowed his head and searched for something in the mess. He guessed the reason why these things were used. Zhuang Long's expression was a little complicated, and his lips were pursed all the time in a straight line.

The contents of the bag are very grape, including gloves, socks and sweaters. Most of their colors are simple and elegant, which can only be used by boys. There are two pairs of gloves that look very small, like children's wear. It's not big with a sweater, and there's a panda on the chest, which looks like a 12-year-old.

Zhuang Qilin doesn't know what these things are for. He picks up the sweater and compares it with him. When Xiaomeng comes over in a panic, Zhuang Qilin asks her with a smile, "grandma, is this for me? It's big. It's going to take two years. "

Xiaomeng was a little embarrassed. She said, "if Kirin likes it, grandma will knit a sweater for her in the future. Tell me what you like, I will do it." She picked up all those things in a flustered manner. Seeing that Zhuang Qilin was not happy, she explained, "these clothes have been put on for so many years that they can't be worn any more."

Zhuang Qilin then nodded, "I want a sweater, too." After thinking about it, he said, "it's tiger."

Xiaomeng replied busily, "good, good! Grandma made it for you

As she spoke, she picked up her things and grabbed a long scarf. Xiaomeng was going to put it away. She pulled and found that the other end of the scarf was being held by the other hand. Xiaomeng moves. She turns her head and looks at the slender hand

She saw a pretty, silent face.

Zhuang long stares at the knitted scarf in his hand. His eyes are deep and he hears the news.

He did not speak, and picked up a hand-made wool wrist guard in front of his heel. He put the wrist guard on his wrist, and the size was appropriate.

Zhuang long raised his arm to Xiaomeng and said, "I prefer the black one."

Xiao dream Leng next, busy mouth said, "I can do it for you again."

Redo

Zhuang long looks serious, and his eyes are full of the shadow of messy handicrafts. He asked Xiaomeng, "so many things, shouldn't they be made for my birthday?" He counted about 27. Xiaomeng was jailed for 28 years and made 27 birthday gifts. This guess is reasonable.

Because Zhuang Long's 35th birthday is next month, Xiaomeng may not have time to do it.

See Zhuang long very easy to guess the use of these things, Xiao dream feel embarrassed. She explained, "we are allowed to make some handicrafts in prison. I have nothing to do. Every year before and after your birthday, I do the same thing."

She knew that her son had been adopted by others. In order to reassure the adoptive parents, she never dared to send these things, for fear of disturbing his family.

A mother is always thinking about her children.

These years, these things have always been Xiaomeng left around, right when doing an idea.

Zhuang long did not speak.

In fact, I have a thousand words to say in my heart, but I don't know where to start.

He put the things in his hand into the box and pulled the small bag beside Zhuang Qilin. Zhuang long looked inside and found that there were two glued photos at the bottom of the bag. Zhuang long reaches for the picture with two long fingers. He sees himself.

In one photo, he was a child. He was no more than six or seven years old. He seemed to be standing in a yard with a woman standing beside him. She was wearing a long blue dress and long hair, smiling gently at the camera.

Zhuang long in the photo is young but delicate and cute.

He noticed a hand on his other shoulder. Zhuang long was very clear about the structure of the human body. At a glance, he could see that it was the hand of an adult male.