Chapter 306: Because I like warmth, 110

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Two months have passed, and Qian Qianchen seems to have adapted to this life.
He is not suffering for anything. He is awake and hard to live every day.
If he is not familiar with him, he will still go to fight with the soldiers here. Those soldiers are not his opponents. At first they will find people in the crowd, but they all know that the people on the top are not allowed to ask them. The life of thousands of inks, over time, these soldiers will not find trouble in finding thousands of inks, because finding trouble with him is tantamount to asking for self-sufficiency, not killing thousands of inks, but also being beaten by him, how are they? Can't be good.
However, this is so, they will not let the thousands of inks get cheaper on the mess, and it will still be tormented him.
However, in the matter of building the city gate, Qian Qianmo did not resist, and he did what he was supposed to do all day long.
The slaves here come from all corners of the country. Some people have plans to settle down here, and some people try to escape from this place, but there is often only one word in the end - death.
Others, unyielding, not humble, even if they are stuck in this mud can not pull out, but still stand there firmly, always standing.
For Wen Youyi, the thousand inks are the latter.
In the third month of coming here, he has never seen when Qian Qianymo has exposed his fearful eyes. This person seems to be born with the courage and tenacity. From beginning to end, he is such a person. Change for anyone, anything.
After rushing through the shower at night, Qian Qianmo went to wash his clothes. When he came back, he saw Wen Youyi standing outside his door and asked: "What?"
"Brother, do you have a pen?"
Thousands of ink nodded.
"I want to write a letter, can you lend me something?"
Thousands of inks said: "They won't let you send a letter."
Wen Youyi twitched his mouth and said softly: "I know, I just want to write it. After I finished writing it, I secretly hid it and would not send it out."
Qian Qianmo looked at him for a moment, turned back to the house, and said: "Come in."
The house is small and only has a wooden bed and table and chairs.
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However, Wen Youyi did not carefully see the people in the portrait, and Qian Qianmo would be covered by the shackles. His eyes were indifferent, and it was already the order of the passengers.
When Wen Youyi saw it, he had to thank him. He took the pen and paper and left. When he came, he couldn’t help but turn back and ask Qian Qian: "Is it a blind man?"
Thousands of inks calmly squinted at the eyes, faintly "hmm".
It’s hard to laugh at Wen’s clothes.
The blind man must be a blessed person to marry someone like a brother.

After a few moments of silence, I slowly said: "I am blessed."
It was he who failed her, and she managed to give her confidence, but he did not make the promise to her.
His little girl and their children are doing well, he has nothing.
Even, don’t care.
After the isothermal clothes were gone, Yu Qianmo took out the two sheets of paper hidden under the quilt.
One is the sweetheart of several warm paintings.
One is the sweetheart of thousands of ink paintings.
His little girl sat in the bookstore quietly and skillfully, her outline, her eyebrows, her fingers, the book she liked to read, he remembered in his heart, and he drew it on paper.
When I miss her at night, I take it out and take a look.
Press it under the pillow and think about her falling asleep.