mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 1240

Breeze with fine snow, neon with the night sky.

In front of the gate of the villa, a slender figure stood in the wind and snow.

Her lips are already purple, and if you get closer, you can still hear the sound of teeth colliding.

However, even though her delicate body was trembling, she still tried her best to restrain herself, neither shrinking her neck nor wrapping her clothes tightly.

Lin Bingqiao could feel that her fingers were no longer in control, and her feet didn't feel very cold, but they were a little itchy and numb.

At this moment, her eyes couldn't help being a little distracted, and her thoughts began to jump.

At one moment, a family of three was eating around a round table when they were children, and at the next moment, they were standing in front of their parents' tombs and weeping bitterly.

Gradually, her figure began to shake, and her eyelids were clenched, as if she might fall to the ground at any moment.

At this moment, an old and hoarse voice came into my ears.

"Girl, come here..."

Lin Bingqiao woke up instantly, and was wondering if the voice she just heard was an auditory hallucination, when the old voice reappeared.

"Girl, come here."

Turning her head to look, Lin Bingqiao saw a hunched figure standing under a street lamp not far away, waving to herself.

The man was wearing a raincoat, and through the snow, he could vaguely see half of his face hidden under the hood.

"Old, grandpa, you, you called me...what's the matter?" Lin Bingqiao asked in a trembling voice.

"What?" The old man seemed to be deaf, turned his head and said, "Speak up."

Lin Bingqiao had no choice but to speak again: "Grandpa..."

However, as soon as he uttered three words, the old man agreed, "Hey!"

"..." Lin Bingqiao.

Is there something wrong with this ear?
"Girl, come to the lamp, it's warm."

"No, no, it's so late, you should go home early."

"Oh... where is there any home?"

Hearing this, Lin Bingqiao frowned and asked, "Do you have no family?"

"It's the same as nothing." The old man said as if mocking himself: "I was kicked out by my son just now. He is still filial and gave me a raincoat to let me roll as far as I can."

Lin Bingqiao's heart felt sore, she grabbed her right hand with her left hand, felt in her pocket with both hands, took out a wad of cash, stretched out her hand to the old man and said, "I have some money here, you can find a place to stay for one night."

The old man walked towards him with a hunchback, and after receiving the money, he said, "Thank you, girl, what are you doing standing outside in such a cold day?"

"Of course I have my reasons. You're getting older, so you should..."

Speaking of this, Lin Bingqiao suddenly stopped, then widened her eyes and said: "What happened to your hair?"

Just now she didn't notice it from far away, but now that she was getting closer, she saw that the old man's temples were actually black hair.

Looking at the wrinkles and age spots on that face, Lin Bingqiao's big eyes are full of curiosity...

The old man who suddenly appeared in the wind and snow was naturally Xiao Feng.

The purpose is very simple, it is to deceive Lin Bingqiao away, so as not to pester him to be a teacher endlessly.

Otherwise, it is not a long-term solution to always stun the opponent.

As for the hair color, there is no way to do it. Before coming here, I didn't bring all the disguise tools, and some flaws are inevitable.

Xiao Feng coughed twice, thumped his waist, and explained: "Two days ago, I went to the barber shop to beg for food, and the young apprentices in the shop dyed it for free, saying that it looks young."

The corner of Lin Bingqiao's mouth twitched twice, and she didn't know what to say.

Factors such as age, identity, status, and external image must match to be reasonable, otherwise it will give people a sense of disobedience.

It's like a first-grade elementary school student, holding a beer bottle and a cigarette in his mouth.

It's also like an old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, hugging left and right in his arms, and opening his mouth to speak in the tone of a social person.

At this time, Xiao Feng's image gave people such a feeling, but fortunately, the hood on the raincoat didn't look so obvious.

"Girl, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, are you kicked out by your family too?" Xiao Feng asked casually.

Lin Bingqiao was startled, and forced a smile: "Almost."

"Then why were you kicked out?" Xiao Feng asked.

"I... have no relatives, so wherever I go, my home is there."

"That girl, you are suffering enough!"

Seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving, Lin Bingqiao asked casually, "Your son, why did you get kicked out?"

"Well, when you get old, you become a burden."

Xiao Feng sighed and said: "Everyone talks about raising children to guard against old age, but here I am..."

Lin Bingqiao opened his mouth, and just about to say a few words of comfort, Xiao Feng said again: "To be honest, I really don't want to fight with him, or with my kung fu, I must beat him to a disability!"

"You..." Lin Bingqiao's expression was complicated, and she was already unable to complain.

"You still don't believe it, do you?" Xiao Feng straightened his waist immediately as if he was excited: "If you don't believe me, I'll show you my hands, just look!"

After finishing speaking, under Lin Bingqiao's unbelievable gaze, she raised her right foot, stepped heavily on the snow, and let out a muffled cry.

The thin snowflakes suddenly moved around, like ripples on the surface of a lake.

Braving the wind and snow, Xiao Feng practiced each move one by one, his movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water, it seemed that every punch and kick contained countless changes.

Lin Bingqiao's eyes straightened immediately, and she felt more and more that the old man's moves were ingenious!
How did she know that Xiao Feng's tricks were learned from a Tai Chi master.

Not only are the moves gorgeous, but even the actual combat... Cough, I guess the third move won't be used, so it has to be let go.

In fact, Xiao Feng was also bewitched by this boxing technique at the time, and learned it on a whim, spending a whole afternoon on it.

Although it is not useful in actual combat, it is extremely deceptive.

After a set of punches, Xiao Feng looked at Lin Bingqiao.

Not surprisingly, the expression looked shocked.

Xiao Feng hit the iron while it was hot, patted his chest and said: "Girl, it seems that you don't believe that I know kung fu, why don't we do two tricks, it's cold, activities will not be cold."

"I've practiced it too, are you sure it's okay?" Lin Bingqiao asked.

Just listening to these words, it is clear that they have already moved their minds to learn from each other.

Xiao Feng secretly smiled in his heart, and nodded in agreement.

"Wait a moment, let me prepare."

As she spoke, Lin Bingqiao stretched her arms and legs and began to warm up.

However, without eating or drinking all day, and without finishing a set of warm-up exercises, Lin Bingqiao's feet went limp and she fell into the snow.

The corner of Xiao Feng's mouth twitched crazily, what the hell, looking at this posture, is it going to be a waste of work?

Naturally, he was not reconciled to such a failure, and suggested: "Why don't we find a place to eat and then we can learn from each other?"

Lin Bingqiao showed hesitation, looking into the villa, as if hesitating whether to leave or not.

(End of this chapter)