Chapter 168: Jijia (3)

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Who ever thought that the rich and powerful quarters in the eyes of the world would have such a lonely yard.
This yard is the place where the original owner lived for seven or eight years.
The monsoon smoke with white zebra, stepping on the slate covered with moss, slowly moving toward the dark room, gently pushing open the door, the sound of the screaming is unusually harsh, the room looks neat, but it is blowing The musty smell is so obvious.
A small bed, an old wooden table, plus a wooden bench, is all in the room.
Without any decoration, and furnishings, everything looks like a simple, almost shabby...
The monsoon smoke went to the stool and sat down. For everything in front of me, I was not angry or angry. I only supported my chin with one hand and looked at the shabby room.
"You are really miserable." The monsoon smoked and smiled, but the words were said to the poor Lord of the original owner.
As a young lady of Jijia, but living in a room that is worse than the next person, isn’t it miserable?
Xiao Baize wandered around the room, and rested restlessly on the leg of the monsoon smoke. The monsoon smoked his small head and everything that touched his eyes evoked the memory of the original master.
The dim, sighing memories.
Nothing was idle, the monsoon smoke got up and walked out of the room, and walked out of the lonely courtyard along the cobblestone paved road.
Ji's house is very large, and the big one seems to be lost inadvertently, but this seemingly gorgeous courtyard is like a cage in the memory of the original Lord.
Walking and walking, the monsoon smoke unconsciously came to a front door, standing in front of the iron gate, the monsoon smoke returned, and looked at everything in front of her, she could not help but chuckle.
The front door is the entrance to the Jijia Theater. It is the place where the Ji family used to train the younger generation. Besides the children of the Jijiamoto family, there are also a group of children selected from the outside. They are not surnamed. However, he grew up in the quarter, and worked hard to cultivate one by one. He just wanted to wait for one day to get the approval of Jijia, and become a family of Jijia. A surname, for those children, is their lifelong pursuit.
The monsoon smoke does not know why he will come here. In fact, the original owner rarely walks around the quarter, but this is the battlefield. The original owner has been there several times, and the few in the quarter have a good memory. Here.
When the original master was still young, he had been trained in the military field with other children. In order to train the next generation, Jijia invited a lot of tutors. One of them was very strong, and the original master also worshipped him as a teacher. That person is not bad for the original owner. It can be said that the tutor is the original owner in the quarter, the only person who has ever felt warm.
"Teacher..." The monsoon smoke looked at the door and snorted. The original master was very revered for the mentor. The monsoon smoker himself was also raised by the master, and his mood was subtle.
Perhaps, she should replace the original owner and ask the teacher.
Just as the monsoon smoke was going to open the door, a sharp voice appeared behind her.
"Who am this? Who is the monsoon smoke, are you not going to the city to be the city owner? How? What wind blows you back?"
The monsoon smoke turned over and saw a few fifteen or six-year-old teenagers coming along with her, wearing the gray clothes that the family gave to the surnames.
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[There are a bit of Cavan in these two days. Today's update may be a little later, but I will finish them. The sleepy classmates can go to rest first and look up tomorrow morning. 】