Chapter 142 The iron pestle is ground into a needle, and the thread is threaded in the hands of a loving mother
The beautiful woman in the painting looks towards Chen Bao.
His brows and eyes were full of inexplicable colors.
In an instant, a fairy spirit enveloped the place.
Chen Ye took a deep breath of immortal energy, faintly surrounded by immortal belts, and clarity seemed to appear in his eyes.
But in an instant, this clarity was submerged by the deep darkness.
He looked a little dazed and walked towards the picture unconsciously.
As he came closer, Chen Hao actually stretched out his hand towards the beautiful woman in the painting.
In an instant, the four women were shocked when they saw this.
Who is my mother? How can I be so offended?
They wanted to stop the holy monk, but saw that their mother had no reaction, so they gave up.
"Holy, holy monk, don't move around..."
Bai Zhengdan whispered, for fear that the holy monk would go crazy and destroy the fairy painting where his mother lived.
Although my mother didn’t care much about this, as disciples, they couldn’t help but express it.
“It doesn’t matter…”
The beautiful woman in the painting, the old mother, shook her head, as if she was quite tolerant of Chen Hao and did not care about his offense.
"Mom, I wonder if there is any medical treatment for the holy monk in this situation?"
Bai Zhengdan was always concerned about the madness of the holy monk, and he quickly spoke to his mother.
Hearing this, the other three women also looked at the mother in the painting in unison.
It would be great if the holy monk could be cured of his madness.
After all, no one wants their husband to be a crazy, stupid fool.
However, unexpectedly, the old mother, who was omnipotent in their eyes, shook her head at this moment.
“Wine does not intoxicate people, people get drunk on themselves.”
“Looks are not charming, people get confused on their own.”
“It’s not me who doesn’t heal, but it’s rare for holy monks to be confused. , don’t want to wake up..."
The native speaker has an incomprehensible tone and an ethereal voice.
Hearing this, the girls suddenly became confused.
What does it mean to be confused and unwilling to wake up?
Could it be that the holy monk did this on purpose and became so crazy?
At this moment, Chen Ye has already put his hand on the face of the beautiful woman in the painting.
The beautiful woman in the painting has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of fairy spirit, and she looks like a fairy.
However, in Chen Ye's eyes at this time, it was a different scene.
...
"Stab it, sting it..."
The sound of grinding gold and stone kept ringing.
As soon as Chen Hao walked into the courtyard of the pear garden, he saw a beautiful woman grinding something there.
"Chen, Master Chen, is this the monster you said?"
The dark young man's voice trembled, appearing both excited and scared.
"Don't talk nonsense, maybe it's just the owner of this pear garden."
Chen Ye shook his head, he didn't feel the slightest bit of evil in the beautiful woman.
On the contrary, he still felt an inexplicably familiar feeling on it.
“I wonder if this beautiful woman has a wife.”
“Hey! With this figure and this look, she still has charm!”
Lao Lu also said the same thing. He came over, rubbed his hands, and looked radiant, as if he had ushered in the second spring.
Chen Ye looked at this guy with some contempt, then shook his head and ignored these two guys.
He couldn't hide his curiosity, so he stepped forward to take a closer look.
I saw the beautiful woman polishing an iron rod!
Go round and round, persevering.
“Donor, why are you doing this?”
Chen Ye was a little confused and felt that this scene seemed familiar.
The beautiful woman did not raise her head, but kept polishing the iron rod.
“I’m going to grind it into a needle!”
“My son is about to go on a long journey.”
“As a mother, I can’t rest assured and want to Sew a hat for him.”
The beautiful woman’s words were full of love and worry.
As the saying goes:
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
Under his understanding, Chen Ye was deeply moved by the warm maternal love.
However, what the beautiful woman did made him shake his head.
"The donor is in trouble..."
"It is not easy to grind such a thick iron pestle into a needle."
"If the donor had not found another way, or Why bother fighting with an iron pestle if you want to buy a needle or a hat?”
Seeing the beautiful woman’s persistent look, Chen Ye couldn’t help but speak out, wanting to wake her up? she.
Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman shook her head and kept moving her hands.
"Baby, it's you who's caught..."
"It's hard to find a needle, it's hard to find a hat."
"What I said, does that mean why not eat minced meat?"< br>
“Whether it’s a needle or a hat, what my baby lacks is not a hat, but maternal love and care.”
“Since I want to sew a hat for my baby, give it to him. How can you give up when you are traveling far away? ”
"What's wrong with the iron pestle? As long as you work hard, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle..."
The beautiful woman's words made Chen Bao suddenly realize it and he was enlightened.
He vaguely seemed to have realized something.
Unfortunately, there is a layer of imperfection that has not been completely exposed.
“Am I in trouble...”
Chen Ye murmured to himself, and then he realized that he had just committed an obsession.
To ridicule and deny other people’s obsessions is to be crazy!
He thinks he is sober, arrogant and rude, and wants to wake up the beautiful woman.
Weicheng thought that in the end, he was the one with the appearance.
After Chen Ye figured this out, he quickly bowed to the beautiful woman.
"Thank you for your teaching, the poor monk. I'm rude."
The beautiful woman nodded with a smile, as if she didn't care about his rudeness.
“I don’t know the donor’s surname?”
“The donor is grinding needles deep in the pear garden. Could it be that he is the owner of the pear garden?”
Chen Biao looked at the beauty The woman was sharpening the needle and asked curious questions.
The beautiful woman seemed to be happy to talk to Chen Yi, and she said: "The little woman's maiden name is Gao, and her husband's surname is Jia." Ancestor property."
"My family is rich and I have thousands of hectares of fertile land."
"I love to listen to operas, so I built this pear garden a few years ago. She has lost her husband and is now a widow. She will serve her husband this year.”
When Chen Ye heard this, he couldn't help but look at this beautiful woman a few more times.
Beside him, Captain Lu, his eyes were even redder.
Looking at the condition of the beautiful woman alone, it is extremely good. She has such a large fortune and is still a widow...
Seeing Chen Biao's appearance, the beautiful woman stopped. The work at hand.
She smiled and shook her head, then tapped Chen Ye's forehead heavily with one finger.
Chen Ye was caught off guard, his head was tilted back, and he was a little confused.
"You, you, you, after talking so much, why don't you wake up?"
"You kid, you are worthy of being my cub, but you are still thinking about your mother. ..."
Chen Ye was stunned when he heard this, mother?
The beautiful woman smiled and said nothing, her face full of love.
I don’t know when, but the iron pestle she had been polishing had turned into a needle.
However, although the iron pestle turned into a needle, the hat was still missing.
“You kid, you came a little early and your hat hasn’t been sewn yet!”
“But it just so happens that tomorrow’s birthday party is about to watch the opera and sing songs to attract a husband.”
< br>"At that time, this hat will be used as a dowry for the daughters that my mother has adopted."
"You have to defend your mother, but don't give this good thing to others..."
(End of Chapter)