"It's not like that. In fact, uncle Chu has his difficulties."

Pei sanshao had a dog tail grass picked from the roadside in his mouth and looked up at the sky. "Uncle Chu can't go back to Kyoto at all. He's the head of a small village now. There are only 300 households in the whole village."

Chu Huaijin listened quietly. He couldn't imagine how hard it was there. But since Pei San said that, it was really hard.

He sighed, his heart was full of melancholy: "how are you, little uncle?"

"Very good." After a pause, Pei Hongqin spits out the dog's tail grass in his mouth. His face is quite serious: "it's just that I don't think your little aunt is in good condition."

"Little aunt?!"

"Oh, uncle Chu is married to his fiancee, don't you know?"

Chu Huaijin said with one hand: "I don't know."

How could he know?

For as many years as Chu Qian had gone, there was no news. He could not understand his situation.

"Your little aunt looks weak. I'm worried about her health."

Pei Hongqin told him what he saw. Chu Huaijin was silent for a long time.

Maybe he was in a dilemma. He thought that the little uncle would not be reconciled. He didn't expect that he had adapted to the life there. He had no ambition.

Not like his father, not like Uncle Chu Yue.

Therefore, he is content with the status quo and enjoys an ordinary and peaceful life.

Why did he break the existing peace and take risks in Kyoto for him?

"Ah chin, why don't you forget..."

"Forget it? What is it? " Pei Hongqin bombed, "I've been to the small village, you let me forget? It's said that where should I put Pei sanshao's face? "

"I'll send a special plane to pick you up."

"No talking!"

Pei sanshao still has backbone. He insists on himself: "don't give up too early, everything is possible. Whatever I promised you, I must do it. "

It was because he knew his situation that Pei Hongqin insisted on asking Chu Qian to return to Kyoto.

Chu Huaijin's victory is too small. With Chu Qian, maybe she can win more.

One more helper is better than fighting alone!

"Say hello to my uncle and my aunt."

"I see. I'll go back if I'm ok. It's not easy to make a phone call. The signal in the mountain is not good... "

In Pei sanshao's murmuring complaints, Master Chu chuckled and hung up the phone.

After standing on the balcony for a while, he went back to the bedroom, opened the quilt and lay down beside the swallow bun.

He was still cold. Yanbaozi moved his body aside. Master Chu refused. The closer she hid from him, the closer she got.

"You are bad." In a daze, yanbaozi raises his hand and pats him on the face.

PA.

Master Chu was photographed. His handsome face turned black.

Yan baozi hit people not knowing, head into his arms, and happy to play a small snore.

Master Chu: "..."

Who is it?

…………

In a flash, it's time for Chu Huaijin to go abroad.

Yan Yiren sleeps till noon, stretches and stretches, only to see the face of the man sitting on the sofa gloomy.

"Husband."

There is no expression on the man's face, and his thin lips show his bad mood.

Yan Yiren opens the quilt and struggles to get out of bed: "what's the matter with you, husband?"

Finally heard the voice of Yan baozi. Master Chu came back to his senses and saw her head askew to see where the soft drag was. He got up and walked quickly.