Youmeng was interrupted by the noise and couldn't help but look up, and saw that in the back hall where musicians were resting, Su Zhi was surrounded by a group of children, including men and women, with different heights.

"Be good." Su Zhi smiled and stroked the heads of several children, "When I was not here, were you obedient and practiced the piano carefully every day?"

The children raised their smiles and rushed to answer:

"have!"

“Yes, yes!”

Su Zhi blinked quietly, and the ripples on his lips were clear: "Okay, let me listen to the music later, let me see if you have made progress."

"Um!"

The children were eager to try, and they all rushed to talk to him, asking him where he had been, why he hadn't come to see them for so long, and asking who the young lady he brought back was. Su Zhi was so entangled by the little guys that he couldn't take off, but he smiled introvertedly and didn't say much.

Youmeng laughed secretly and asked Ling Xiu in a low voice with interest: "All those children are disciples collected by Lefang?"

The spiritual practitioners were looking at them with kindness and pity: "Yes, in order to make a living, they were sent to the Lefang for training by their parents at a very young age. There were also some orphans without fathers and mothers. Uncle Rong and others looked pitiful and took them in."

Orphan? Youmeng was a little bit like her in her heart, and she seemed to have realized something: "Su Zhi seems to like staying with them."

Su Zhi mentioned his childhood to her last night. She thought that his misfortune was probably the same as these children, so she took good care of them.

The spiritual practitioner's eyes were so warm: "In the past, he was in the music shop, and he would teach them to practice the piano step by step when he had time. The children all liked him very much."

This made Youmeng feel subtle. He looked at the children and pretended to be depressed and smiled bitterly: "I really hate it. I feel that the whole world is my rival."

Spiritual cultivation could not help but her pretentious tone, turned her face and laughed: "So you must cherish him well and don't let him run away."

Youmeng felt like she had found a treasure. She raised her eyebrows proudly and secretly said: "How long has he been here in this cafe?"

"It's been a long time ago than me, and it's at least seven or eight years." Soft thinking about spiritual cultivation.

Youmeng imagined Su Zhi's personal experience, and his family was destroyed at the age of five. I don't know what he experienced in his later life, so I guess it was a big ups and downs, right?

The spiritual practitioner sighed with regret: "We did not settle in Luoyang before, and we followed the archers and the others to wander around the world."

After hearing what she said, Youmeng felt even more distressed about Su Zhi: "There is a question I have always been curious about, but I am embarrassed to ask him directly, I guess you should know."

Ling Cultivation turned around and signaled her to speak with her eyes.

Youmeng lowered her eyes shyly: "How old is Su Zhi now?"

The spiritual practitioner raised his mouth interestingly: "Do you believe me when I say I am thirty?"

Youmeng grew up with her mouth, her face stretched out instantly, and she widened her eyes and refuted her: "Are you lying? How can he look so old?"

"But if people experience too much, their hearts will get older." Spiritual cultivation seemed to smile bitterly, and it became more meaningful, "Su Zhi is more than thirty in his heart."

Without saying this, Youmeng also knew that Su Zhi was mature, otherwise how could he give her a feeling of being as beautiful as a mountain? But she couldn't help but be curious and held Ling Xiu's arm and refused to give in: "To be honest, how much does he have in his own spring and autumn?"

The spiritual cultivation did not say it directly, but asked her: "Princess, how old are you?"

"Me?" Youmeng compared one hand to one, and six, "I will be in the 28th anniversary in the future."

The spiritual practitioner nodded: "Then he is about five years older than you."

"Five years old..." Youmeng walked around her fingers and drew circles under her chin, and her mind was completely floating: he was in his prime, and Yu she was still a young brother, not bad, she really felt better and better...

She was so intoxicated by herself, making herself smile so sweetly. When Ling Xiu saw her pink face and her face was shy, she couldn't help but joke: "Is he happy knowing that he is not that old?"

Youmeng immediately regained his arrogance and concealed his disobedience: "No... I just asked casually. Actually, I don't care about his age at all, right?"
Chapter completed!