Is Young Master Zhang hinting at something, should we let him go? Some unknown thoughts rolled through Tian Niu's mind, making the girl's budding heart want to pinch herself.
"Girls, stay here. Please don't send me away. I'm afraid you won't be able to part with me. I'll take you to the county seat and then I'll take you back." Mr. Zhang stood up and left.
Another burst of laughter passed by...
Datong didn't want to be seen by Haitang and others, so he hid under a big tree and watched Mr. Zhang leave the dyeing workshop and walk out of the signboard with no writing but various colorful strips hanging on it.
When we passed the big tree, we met Datong.
Mr. Zhang nodded and smiled. Only then did Datong see the face of this young man clearly. His face was bright and bright, not like Pan An, but not much different...
Such a young man, who has a good background, a good family background, and is well-read in poetry and books, isn't it the person that all the ladies and countless young ladies in the small family want to marry day and night?
In comparison, he is poor and useless, the roads are the same in all directions, and there is no foundation in all directions. This is Tian Datong, who only has an ambition...
Thinking of this, Datong felt a sense of urgency in his heart.
If he fails to win the ranking, will he not be able to protect his own home and his wife in the end?
Datong is afraid. When facing gangsters, he can face danger without fear and take it calmly. But when facing his wife, everything related to Haitang makes him afraid of losing...
Because this is his real home and his last home. No matter how far he travels, no matter what he experiences, Datong knows that he will return here one day, maybe to retire and return to his hometown, maybe to be wrapped in leather...
This is his first and last place, this is his roots.
Seeing the young master's retreating figure disappearing into the early dusk in Qiaotou Village, Datong thought a lot more...
If he had not seen this scene today, Datong would not have thought of this.
When Begonia, Wintersweet, Tian Niu, and Yamei were doing their own things, Datong walked towards the dyehouse. When he passed the gate, he stood under the sign without inscriptions, and unconsciously touched the colorful strips of cloth with his hands.
, thoughts are like clouds in the sky, coming and going, coming and going...
"Brother Datong is back." Lamei greeted and saw Datong from a distance.
"Wangmei, how come there is no inscription on the sign of the dye house?" Datong noticed this problem for more than a day or two.
"I can write the four words "Haitang Dyeing House", but Sister Haitang won't let me write, saying that my writing looks like ants crawling over it. Sister Haitang's own handwriting is very beautiful, but she doesn't write it either. She says the person who writes is very important.
It must be meaningful." Lamei replied.
"It's very important and meaningful..." The figure of the young master just now appeared in Tian Datong's mind again. He actually wanted to ask Lamei, but he couldn't open his mouth. Lamei is a girl who speaks freely, and naturally she will also be interested in Haitang.
Speaking of which, he seems too stingy.
"Yes, so Sister Haitang said that when Brother Datong comes back, she will find a good day for Brother Datong to write it in person. Hush, she won't let me talk about this." Lamei made a silencing gesture and looked at her eyes.
Look, no one is paying attention in the dyeing workshop, which is great.
"It's me..." Datong really thought it was the young master just now.
"Who else could it be besides you..." Lamei frowned and walked away with a smile, leaving Datong in a daze looking at the wordless sign.