The grandparents and grandchildren have been crying until sunset. Jun Yijing looks at the sky and pulls the sleeve of the temple.
"Sweetie, it's getting late."
Dian Qiangqiang wiped his tears and calmed his mood: "Grandpa, I understand what you said, the plaque of our Jin Mansion..."
In fact, the temple Qiang Qiang doesn't really care about the plaque, but he has come here once, so he can't just admit a kiss.
This time, the old man didn't refuse. He directly asked the old man to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He mentioned the word "Jin Fu" on the spot. Now he didn't shake his hands, lose his eyes, or mention the stroke