The full-level boss traveled through time and took his family to farm

Chapter 223 Who Should I Send Paper Money To?

Shen Nanwei.

In just an instant, the name flashed across Lu Jingzhi's mind.

Seeing that the person stopped talking, his eyes fell directly on his small basket, Yan Qingzhui raised his hand to block it with the wide hem of his clothes, his fingers holding the paper money were almost transparent, "Sorry, did I scare you? "

The voice was as light as coming from the sky.

Nervous like a deer frightened branch, clearly heard a bit of loneliness and depression in this voice.

Lu Jingzhi shook his head like a small electric fan, "No, I'm bold."

Even if she said so, Yan Qingzhui didn't let go of his clothes, not only that, but also thoughtfully moved a little to the side, blocking the white butterflies floating down with clustered and stretched lotuses.

Lu Jingzhi didn't know what to say for a moment.

She wanted to cry a little.

"Don't be sad." The young man like Zhilan Yushu lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be comforting Lu Jingzhi.

"I just thought of something suddenly." Lu Jingzhi's voice was muffled, his throat a little blocked.

If her instincts are right.

If this boy is Shen Nanwei's son.

This means that the butterfly he let fly will never reach Shen Nanwei's side.

Because she died.

Died in the hearts of all those who knew her well.

Xu Shulou didn't recognize her.

He wouldn't recognize her either.

Lu Jingzhi tilted his head slightly, tears streaming down his face.

Her empathy skills are terrible.

It was impossible for her to understand the grief of others. She has compassion, but it doesn't mean she can empathize.

It's just not the same now.

She can empathize.

Because she too is a bereaved person.

Yan Qingzhui sighed softly, "Is it because I made the girl cry?"

"I'm just a little unhappy all of a sudden." Lu Jingzhi wiped away his tears roughly, "I want to go home."

"Come back after dawn tomorrow, it's too late tonight." After a moment of hesitation, Yan Qingzhui handed the small basket in front of her.

The bright moon condenses frost and snow.

After approaching, Lu Jingzhi smelled a light breath.

He is the taste of lotus.

But it's not all about that.

If I had to describe it, it would be - a lotus blooming in the ice and snow.

Lu Jingzhi stretched out his hand and grabbed a small stack of paper money, then paused again, scratching his head, "Who should I give some money to?"

With her words, the painting style changed suddenly.

The lonely and gloomy atmosphere just now changed from stagnation to flow.

Tell the truth.

If she really wanted to send some money, she could only give it to herself.

But this is not a good look.

After hesitating, he finally returned the stack of paper money to Yan Qingzhui, "I'll forget it."

Thinking of Shen Nanwei who should be satiated and falling into a sweet sleep at this moment, Lu Jingzhi added, "Otherwise, forget it—"

Yan Qingzhui didn't quite understand what she meant for a while, and the ending sound rose, "Huh?"

Lu Jingzhi touched his nose.

The sadness just now has been quickly replaced by her.

I always feel that this paper money is not very friendly to my mother if it falls into the water.

Although she believes in science.

However, the end of science is metaphysics.

"I just think that the lake is cold, um, not, um, not very suitable for storing, um, storing currency. Yes, that's it."

"Okay." Yan Qingzhui actually did not continue the previous action.

His hands were resting on the basket containing the paper money, his wrists were quietly hanging on the edge, with an inexplicable sense of extreme fragility.

After a moment of silence, he said, "She left after falling into the water. I think the water should be able to help me send some things there."

The voice was very low, almost whispering, the unique sharpness of a teenager was restrained, and the softness that belonged to this moment was full of loneliness.

It was very unpleasant to hear Lu Jingzhi.

(End of this chapter)