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Chapter 150 Leaving (33)

Fu Mo looked at A Ping with some puzzlement.

He can see the latter's temptation, just as he can see the current firmness.

It's not that I can't, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't want to be at all.

And his heart has already been moved, and he really wants to do it, but there is a line in front of him, blocking him, making him unable to cross, this is impossible.

A Ping did not explain, his eyes fell on his father, he pursed his lips, and a stubborn look appeared on his face full of cuts.

If practicing martial arts requires leaving his father, he would rather not practice martial arts.

If practicing martial arts requires both father and son to drag the master down, he would rather not learn martial arts.

He didn't speak, and he grew up stumbling since he was a child. He has already understood a truth.

Even if it is a complete rejection, speaking often means that there is still a turning point, and only silence is the most direct and effective rejection.

Seeing this appearance, Fu Mo could somewhat guess some reasons. He has lived for more than 60 years in his life, and the first time he opened his mouth to accept apprentices, he received the most troublesome rejection. No, it was no when I looked up, my eyes turned, and fell on Wang Anfeng's face at the side door of the kitchen, his eyes were slightly bright, and he said loudly:
"An Feng, Xue Shuang, but the meal is ready?"

"Hurry up and bring it up, what are you doing standing there?"

The two of them knew their temperament, and they felt a little funny when they saw this, Wang Anfeng replied, "Come right away, and turned inside with Xue Qinshuang, and brought out the dishes. During the few days when Qingfeng was unpacking, he asked the chef who knew the art of cooking He has consulted with the woman several times, so strictly speaking, this meal is the best meal he has ever cooked.

Halfway through eating at the dinner table, Wang Anfeng looked at A Ping, whose eyes were shining but still trying to control himself, thought for a while, put down his chopsticks, and said:

"Aping, we are going to Zhoucheng to buy some materials later, do you want to go with us?"

The voice paused, and then explained again:

"Take your father and the valuables at home with you, and you won't come back from now on."

A Ping was stunned for a moment, and it took four or five breaths to understand what Wang Anfeng said, and instinctively wanted to refuse, then saw Wang Anfeng stretched out his hand, looked at him seriously, and said:
"I'll help you with the transfer of household registration to the subordinates of the household department in Zhoucheng, as well as the money for renting and buying a house, but it's not just lent to you, and interest will be charged every year."

"How about three percent interest?"

As the voice fell, Bailifeng's eyes widened slightly, feeling his wrists were itchy, and he really wanted to press this bowl of rice on Wang Anfeng's face, but his chest was about to burst into flames, and he hadn't taken action yet. Next to him, Tuoba Yue turned the chopsticks in his hand, channeled his internal energy, and struck Baili Feng's wrist.

After this period of painstaking training, his internal strength has become three points sharp, and now he is annoyed at his recklessness, and he is even more merciless. Baili Feng flicked his wrist and almost screamed, and his rice bowl fell to the ground , Tuoba Yue stretched out his hand to scoop it up, and took the bowl in his hand.

This change attracted everyone's attention, Tuoba Yue shook her head, indicating that there was nothing wrong, then turned her head, looked at Baili Feng with a smile on her face, and said softly:
"Why are you so careless, is it too delicious?"

In everyone's eyes, the girl's smile was warm, but in Bailifeng's eyes, she only saw a sharp gaze full of warning. She froze for a moment, unable to utter a sound. Tuoba Yue got up and handed the bowl back to Bailifeng. Taking the opportunity to lean into the ear of the other party, gnashing his teeth, whispered:
"Baili Zhutou, use your brain."

"If Wang Anfeng didn't do this, would the stubborn boy agree?!"

A chilly feeling crawled up Bailifeng's back spine, and he couldn't help shivering. Looking at A Ping again, he found that the latter had lost the firmness he had when he rejected Fu Mo just now, and suddenly realized, Tuoba Yue With a cold snort, he turned his head and saw that Aping was still hesitating, his thoughts changed slightly, his voice slowed down, and he said in a warm voice:

"Ping, don't worry."

A Ping was slightly startled when he heard the words, raised his head, looked at Tuoba Yue and pointed at herself, and said with a smile:

"My sister is a student of the Legalists."

"If you don't worry, I'll write the deed for you personally, and keep him so that he won't be able to deceive you."

The little boy was anxious when he heard the words, and said: "I didn't, I didn't worry about it."

Xue Qinshuang put down her chopsticks and smiled lightly:

"Then since you don't worry, this matter is done like this?"

A Ping was stunned for a moment, Baili Feng scratched his hair, deliberately laughed loudly and said:

"Since this matter is over, let's eat quickly, it will be cold later, An Feng, come, give me some food."

As he spoke, he handed over the rice bowl in his hand.

Seeing that there was still a lot of rice in it, the boy laughed in his heart, but he also understood Baili Feng's meaning. He took the bowl and served him rice as if something had happened. Self-consciously uncovered.

A Ping opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. Originally, according to his stubborn character, he was determined not to trouble others, but Wang Anfeng knew his temperament and left him a way out.

All of this is on loan from him, with interest.

Struggling in his heart, he didn't know what choice to make for a while, Xue Qinshuang looked at him, suddenly tapped the edge of the bowl, and said with a smile:

"Ah Ping, this bowl of tamales tastes good, if you don't want to eat it, Baili will finish it."

"Leave these two yuan to the uncle."

A Ping was shocked, and his father overwhelmed the last straw in his heart.

Looking at Xue Qinshuang, who was smiling gently, she nodded slowly.

"……Um."

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Ah Ping had very little to pack, and they had nothing to pack.

Although his father is simple and stupid, he doesn't seem to have much nostalgia for this family. He just follows A Ping closely, as if he is afraid that his child will be lost again.

When leaving, A Ping carefully cleaned the house again, and then closed the door. It took a lot of effort to lock the red rusted lock. The rust red is a bit like the autumn sunset. The color, I don't know how many years of wind and rain can make it look like this.

Bai Lifeng pulled the yellow horse over, saw it and said with a smile:
"Does this house need to be so careful? You won't come back in the future."

A Ping put the key away, just smiled, but didn't say anything.

After a while, A Ping's father was encased in Baili, and Wang Anfeng carried A Ping onto the green horse. A group of seven people patted the horse away, and the breeze was blowing. A Ping turned around and looked at his father. The hometown is gradually getting smaller behind us, and through the dust brought by the horseshoes, the already low house seems to be getting more and more old.

I heard faint local accents and slang in my ears, most of which were unbearable.

He pursed his lips, turned around, and looked forward.

PS: The third update...

　Thank you for the 1000 starting coins for another flying saucer, and the 500 starting coins for praying for Buddha in the days when you don’t come back in autumn, thank you
　　
　
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