Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 31 Singing and the New Year

"Children, children, don't be greedy, after Laba is the New Year; Laba porridge, drink it for a few days, and it will be la la la 23; 23, Tanggua sticky; 24 Clean the house; 25, Frozen tofu; 26, Go to buy meat; 27, Slaughtering a rooster; 28, making noodles; 29, steaming steamed buns; staying up all night at [-]; walking all over the streets on the first and second day of the junior high school.”

Fang Yanming sat on a small bench with a meat bun in his left hand, his legs dangling, and he hummed softly.

Feng Hengjing, who was helping Mei Chaofeng in the kitchen, listened for a while, and suddenly became interested.

"Ming'er, where did you hear this little tune? It's really interesting."

"Sounds good!" Fang Yanming looked smug, and when he said this, he turned his head and said, "Auntie, how about I sing another song for you?"

Hmmmm, cleared my throat, my little mouth was about to open, but my aunt stretched out her jade hand to cover it.

"Hmm..." After struggling for a while, Fang Yanming didn't dare to use any force, and could only stare at her with big eyes, which means, don't mention any grudges.

On the side, Mei Chaofeng also noticed this scene.

"Master, I heard my little brother humming very well! Why don't you let him..."

Just as he was about to tell Xiaowa a few words, he was stared back by those almond eyes.

With a bang, the kitchen door was forcefully shut.

Fang Yanming, who looked displeased, stood in front of the door, pinching his waist with his hands, and muttering incessantly.Seeming to be very angry, he swung his small fist vigorously again, raised his foot and kicked directly at the door.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!"

After holding his feet and turning around twice, there was a burst of laughter behind him.

"Hey! Isn't this our Fang Xiaoxia with a heady head! Your way of training your legs is very rare!"

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Huang Yaoshi standing still in a thin Tsing Yi, but the noye and banter on his face made people very uncomfortable!

With a cold snort, Fang Yanming turned his face away, ignored him, and left angrily.

"This brat!" He said, shaking his head, and walked into the kitchen.

Before Fang Yan knew how far he had gone, he heard loud laughter from the kitchen, which made him even more depressed.

Turning his eyes darkly, he saw Lu Chengfeng who was swearing at Fang Qiu under the gazebo, and he immediately came up with an idea.

He ran over, put on an innocent and cute look, and said, "Fourth senior brother, I think it's boring for you to write by yourself, or..."

Lu Cheng didn't raise his head and refused lightly.

"Don't talk about it! Junior brother, my folding fan was coaxed away by you! Senior brother doesn't have any treasures you miss."

With a smile, Fang Yanming didn't care, but his attitude was more enthusiastic.

"Good brother, I am that kind of person!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Lu Chengfeng nodding his head, his face was suffocated, and he looked very ugly.

Suddenly, his expression changed again, and he ran back to his room with a thump, and when he came out again, he was already holding a folding fan in his arms.

Lu Chengfeng looked at the precious fan in his hand, then at his little junior brother who was looking eagerly, thought for a while, gritted his teeth hard, and stuffed it back.

"Senior brother! You are..." Fang Yanming's mind was full of black lines, and he didn't expect that he would be unfavorable.

Lu Chengfeng stopped the pen in his hand, looked bitter, and said, "Little brother! You know me, brother. First, my talent is not outstanding, and second, my martial arts are not strong. Third, I am not a Master's favourite."

"If you get into any trouble, you'd better hurry up and find your wife, senior brother, and third senior sister! Maybe they can help to comfort you, but senior brother really can't help you!"

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Yanming felt that he was not feeling well.

"Bah, bah, bah! Fourth senior brother! In your eyes, am I such a troublemaker?"

Lu Chengfeng was about to nod again, but he suddenly met the resentful gaze of his little junior brother, after all, he didn't make up his mind.

Throwing the folding fan back to him, Fang Yanming said angrily, "I didn't cause trouble! My uncle and aunt are even better! Listen to me if you don't believe me!"

"Is there really no trouble?"

Lu Chengfeng asked again suspiciously.Immediately after concentrating on it, he was relieved when he heard the vague laughter coming from the kitchen.

He opened the folding fan, checked it carefully, nodded in satisfaction, and said eagerly with a smile: "Let's talk! Junior brother, for the sake of the folding fan in his hand, Fourth Senior Brother will never refuse if he can agree."

He looked at the precious fan in his hand again, and said, "Tell me! Do you want to tease the second senior brother, or beat your fifth senior brother! The senior brother agreed today."

The dialect heard in this speech is obviously full of bags.

"Bah, bah, bah! Fourth senior brother, how can you miss me like this?"

"Ah? No? Could it be that you want to attack Third Senior Sister? No way!"

Lu Chengfeng shook his head like a rattle, and said: "The third senior sister's lightness kung fu is much better than mine, and she is also loved by my wife. If I really tease her, I'm afraid that the rest of our days will end! I can't do it." !"

Fang Yanming's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he hurriedly grabbed the cranky young man, fearing that if he continued to speak, he would deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.

"Bah, bah, bah! What! Fourth senior brother, I just want you to listen to my little song! Are you thinking of where?"

His tone was full of resentment.

Seeing that he was thinking wrong, Lu Chengfeng laughed awkwardly, rubbed his hands together, and was a little worried, so he finally asked again.

"Just listen to the song?"

Fang Yanming's head fell like raindrops.

"You can't sing badly, can you?"

"Hmph! If you don't want to hear it, return the folding fan to me!"

Hearing such words, Lu Chengfeng quickly shrank back, laughed dryly, and said affectionately: "Why are you two talking about this! Isn't it just a little song! Don't worry, I only want you to sing today! Senior brother Be sure to hear the last."

"Okay! Brother, I'll just wait for your words!"

After answering happily, the dialect cleared his throat and began to sing.

"When the sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, and the little birds..."

Lu Chengfeng's smile suddenly froze, and the folding fan in his hand stopped shaking...

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yanming was still showing his singing voice.

"I have a little donkey and I never..."

Lu Chengfeng lay on the table, he was the one who loved cleanliness the most, he didn't even care about the ink stains on his clothes, only his face was ashen ashes, whispering in his mouth.

After a while, this little song finally came to an end.

In an instant, endless hope rose on his face, as if the drowning man grasped the straw.

"Little brother, good, good! You are tired from singing! Let's go and have a rest, and the senior will bring you some newly made jujube silk cloud cake."

After clapping his palms excitedly, he got up straight away, intending to leave.

"Oh! Brother, where is this? Wait a minute, brother, I have another inspiration, wait!" Fang Yanming was still in high spirits.

Hearing this, Lu Chengfeng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley instantly. He punched his chest three times in pain, looked up to the sky and shouted: "My God! My God!", and then fell down on the table again.

"Haha! Your singing voice is as good as the sky! Senior brother, you really have good taste."

Fang Yanming exclaimed happily and continued singing.

"The shoes are torn, the hat is torn, and the cassock is torn..."

I don't know how long it has passed, Fang Yanming's voice is a little hoarse, but he is still interested.

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi's voice resounded throughout the valley.

"Lingfeng, Xuanfeng, Chengfeng, Mianfeng, Mofeng, prepare to eat! And that Ming boy, stop singing, it's really dirty people's ears!"

Fang Yanming's excited little face froze immediately.

Next to him, Lu Chengfeng jumped up, and his face, which was still dull, suddenly became brighter.

I saw that he seemed to have suffered serious internal injuries, his body was trembling, and he was extremely weak.Walking out of the pavilion tremblingly, weeping loudly.

"Master! Help!"

After finishing speaking, he disappeared in a blink of an eye, his lightness kung fu attainment was comparable to that of Mei Chaofeng.

Only the dialect is left to be messed up in the cold wind...

In the evening, in the warm hall, everyone gathered together, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Of course, except for the little baby who is throwing a temper tantrum.

"Little brother, come and taste this crystal shrimp, and this eight-treasure duck, and..."

With a flattering face, Lu Chengfeng kept serving delicious dishes to his junior brother.

Fang Yanming didn't even look at it, Lao Gao pouted with a small mouth, turned his head away, and kept mumbling with a small mouth, looking indignant.

Looking at this scene, Feng Heng was angry and funny, nodded his little head, and said softly: "Okay! How can you be so angry, little boy!"

"Let's talk about it! Your fourth senior brother is pitiful enough! Auntie, I've heard that under your singing voice, his lightness kung fu has broken through a level."

As soon as this remark came out, Lu Chengfeng looked embarrassed, Fang Yanming looked depressed, and the rest of them covered their mouths and laughed.

Perhaps after being persuaded, Fang Yanming scratched his head, glanced around, and asked with an uncertain expression, "Is my singing really that bad?"

As soon as the words were finished, everyone kept nodding, even my aunt, who had always been accommodating, confirmed with a serious expression.

"Alas! All right!"

Holding his face, he sighed like a little adult, he finally accepted the reality.

Immediately, his eyes rolled again, as if some idea came to him, he was immediately elated.

However, his actions certainly failed to escape Feng Heng's discerning eyes.

"Ouch! It hurts!"

Fang Yanming was hit on the head again, and then he heard his aunt's stern warning.

"I'm warning you! Don't let me howl at the top of your voice! If you don't know, you'll think that Peach Blossom Island is haunted!"

Hearing such words, he was immediately unconvinced and shouted vigorously.

"Auntie, I was singing, singing! Did you say that about your nephew! You are discriminating and insulting me..."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly, touched his little nephew's head, and said reproachfully to his wife, "Ah Heng, how can you explain things like that! I think you can sing very well!"

However, before Xiaowa could be happy, he changed his expression and changed the subject, saying, "But! Don't sing next time!"

Fang Yanming's small face immediately shrugged, and gave Huang Yaoshi a resentful expression.

Haha... Amidst the laughter, the lively New Year's Eve has begun...

Boom!Boom!Boom!With a loud bang, brilliant fireworks bloomed.

Just listening to a whoosh, more than a dozen fireworks pointed directly at the sky, and grains of "golden sand" sprayed out and bloomed proudly in the sky.Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, everything is complete, colorful, so beautiful and graceful to decorate the night sky, and illuminate the earth like daytime.

The brilliant light reflected in the dark pupils, dispelling all the darkness and cold, and the new year has arrived.

This should be Fang Yanming's best year so far.There is a gentle little aunt, a kind little uncle, and senior brothers and sisters who love him by his side, so he is extremely happy.

Suddenly, a meteor fell, like a sharp sword, dividing Yemu into two petals on the left and right, that bright white line, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, the shining white meteor streaked across the sky.

Dialect Ming who was yawning suddenly regained his energy, closed his eyes, put his fists together in front of his chest, and muttered silently, with a sense of piety emerging.

Then, feeling that his body was submerged in a warm embrace, he opened his eyes, and there was that flowery smile of Feng Heng.

Tapping her red lips on her small face, she said kindly: "What is my family thinking about tomorrow?"

Grinning, Fang Yanming wiped his face, peeked left and right, leaned into Feng Heng's ear, and said softly: "Auntie, I heard someone say it! If there is a meteor passing by, the wish you made at this time will come true! "

"Really? Then what wish did you make!" Feng Heng's almond eyes curved into crescent moons, pretending to be expecting.

Putting on a mysterious look, he covered his mouth and shook his head, as if he had made up his mind not to speak.

"Okay! Even my aunt is hiding it, let's see how I teach you a lesson!"

Feng Heng pretended to be angry, a trace of girlish charm appeared, a smirk appeared on his mouth, and he kept scratching his little nephew.

"Haha... Auntie, it's so itchy!"

"Don't talk, don't talk!"

Finally, seeing that he was being tossed a little bit, Feng Heng finally stopped.

After the fireworks ended, Fang Yanming had already fallen asleep in his aunt's arms.

Feng Heng looked at the little baby who was sleeping peacefully, his face was full of love and compassion.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out in front of him and pinched it on the little nose.Seeming to feel a little uncomfortable, Fang Yanming swayed his body, changed his posture, and fell asleep again.

Muttering in his mouth.

"Hee hee! Meteor!"

"I hope my aunt and uncle, oh! And my future cousins, and senior brothers and sisters!"

As if hearing the murmur in that mouth, Feng Heng chuckled lightly, with red lips printed on his forehead.

"Stinky boy! What a fool! Make a wish and forget yourself!"

　In today's two chapters, I still ask for investment, recommendation, and collection. Thank you for your votes and support all the time.The early stage of the plot may be slow to advance, after all, it is a daily article, and there are some magic changes of my own, forgive me if you are not used to it!

　　


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