Lin He naturally heard the other party's conversation, but he described it as awkward at this moment, but he knew that he was not likable.

He didn't think there was any problem with this. After all, the situation is special now, and he doesn't have to do tasks now, so he is naturally happy to bother.

Seeing that he was not abnormal, the other party did not provoke him.

Under the command of the butler, everyone took out dry firewood, charcoal, kettle and other items from the car, and began to make a fire and boil water.

But the lady looked at Lin He’s place, thought for a while, and said softly: “Butler, please send him a bowl of water later. Don’t get the wind and cold in heavy rain.”

"Yes!" The butler whispered, looked at Lin He, and felt that his wife was still a little kind.

They drove all the way from Zizhou.

The identity of this lady is not ordinary, to be precise, the husband of this lady is not ordinary.

His husband is General Zhou Hongyi, General Zhou, who is known as the Iron Gate of Hanshan Mountain!

There are eleven human guards, but only one is named after the direction!

Among the three generals who can be remembered by the enemy of the human race and are well-known, General Zhou is also one of them!

The reason why he is called General Xiao Zhou is because his father and General Da Zhou have left a great reputation in the hearts of the enemy!

Since his father died of illness in front of the battle, General Zhou Hongyi and General Zhou took over his father's position and responsibilities. He has been guarding this northern land for five years!

Now the youngest child is six years old. Mrs. Zhou resisted the opposition and convinced her husband to take her child to join General Zhou, and the family will be reunited in front of the battle!

The journey was not peaceful, but fortunately, General Zhou had sent troops to help him, and the agreed location was near the village four or five kilometers northeast.

"Madam, you and the young man should drink some hot soup first, be careful of the wind and cold!"

The butler handed over the hot water with his own hands and walked towards Linhe with another bowl.

Although the other party was just a blind man, he also wanted to ask the other party's background a little, which was the responsibility of being a housekeeper.

Big raindrops in the sky passed through the broken roof of the ruined temple and dripped onto the butler, but he didn't care.

"Young man, come and have a bowl of hot tea!" The butler came to Lin He and handed the bowl forward.

Lin He had heard their conversation before. When he saw that the other party had really brought the hot water, he was really moved. He quickly smiled and stretched out his hands: "Thank you, I'm really a little cold!"

"Take it carefully! Be careful to get it hot."

The housekeeper put the water in his hand and observed his palms and wrists calmly, and a look of surprise flashed on his face.

These hands are fair and slender, without a trace of scar or even a piece of old skin.

Even the wrists and palms are not marked by any wear!

Such hands, even himself, are not so delicate, because he has to work in daily life.

He has only been seen in those young masters who are not good at giving birth!

Could it be that this person is actually the son of a certain family?

The housekeeper calmly withdrew his palm and then asked Heshan: "I dare to ask why this guy is so depressed?"

Lin He was blowing carefully. He heard the other party ask himself in a whisper, and was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "Why, is the current situational simulation service so well? You are so dedicated! I think about how to say the lines..."

The housekeeper was stunned, and then Lin He said, "This matter is a long story. I was the legitimate son of the family, but because my mother died early, my father married a new man. The next Chinese New Year, the little mother gave birth to another son, and now all the feelings that my father had not had been transferred to this younger brother."

Hearing the story here, the three children in the other corner of the ruined temple began to keep their spirits, and stopped playing in their hands, listening to this side with their ears intently.

Even Mrs. Zhou turned her head curiously and looked at the young man without any restraint while drinking hot water.

Lin He didn't pay attention to these things. He was bored anyway, and some people liked to listen to them, so he was just bragging, not to mention that he even gave him a bowl of hot water.

Seeing that people were doing everything they wanted and doing something so seriously, Lin He couldn't help but have a hint of acting, so he became more and more serious and emotional:

"Because of being jealous of my mother, I was sowed and disagreeing in front of my father every day, and finally drove me out of the house. That year, I was 12 years old, and it was winter. The north wind was swept with snowflakes and whizzed into my neck. No matter how cold the wind and snow were, it was no colder than the ice in my heart! Those who drove me out were my biological father, my closest relative of flesh and blood! "

When he said this, his voice had become more swallowed. The three children who were so snuggled up to their mother at some point. When he heard this, the youngest child exclaimed "mother" and threw himself into his mother's arms. While feeling the warmth of his mother, he looked at the opposite side without blinking, without missing a word.

While comforting the three children, Mrs. Zhou also listened carefully, imagining the scene at that time, and feeling even more.

The reason why she resisted the opposition and firmly led her three children to go north is that she was eager to miss her husband, but she didn’t have a trace of different worries?

The deceased father-in-law is naturally a hero, but those two unclear women who came back with the hero's ashes are not much older than themselves!

"That day was the night of the Yuan Dynasty. I looked around in a daze and looked at the wind and snow, walking on the road. Looking back at the lights of thousands of houses, where was there a light for me? There was no room where I lived in this vast building!..."

Speaking of this, he could no longer say anything. He put the bowl on the table, covered his face with both hands, and twitched his shoulders slightly.

Of course, the story he told was fake, but the feelings he described at this time were real. The huge sense of loneliness and helplessness accompanied him since childhood, and he even had such an incredible childhood in the stories he made up.

Feeling the wetness on his palms, he suddenly woke up. He accidentally acted too much and tricked himself into it. The staff member on the other side was very embarrassed.

What if he doesn't feel embarrassed, as long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassing will be someone else.

But how should we take it later? While he was thinking, he was shocked to find out why the entire dilapidated temple was so quiet?

Could it be that this wave of people left quietly again?

"Uh...is there anyone else?" He wiped his face randomly, looked up and asked.

The butler in front of him, when he heard his narration, his expression on his face continued to collapse, and finally his eyebrows twisted together, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

Why was Lin Pingzhi also killed by his stepmother and sold him to the Zhou Mansion!

If the two generations of the Zhou family had not been gentle and had good governance skills, he might have died at a construction site like the servants in other family mansions. How could he become the current steward of the Zhou mansion?
Chapter completed!