mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 527

Fortunately, the geographical location of Juyou Town is in the north of China, so there is no need to worry about the miasma that will appear in the southern virgin forest.

However, although the morning mist at this moment is not poisonous, it is enough to cause headaches.

The morning fog became thicker and the visibility decreased, even reaching the point where you couldn't see anything after driving five meters.

This is different from being in the crypt. Although the crypt is dark and you can't see your fingers, but with a flashlight, there will be no problem in moving.

But the dense fog in front of him was completely impenetrable even with a flashlight.

After a while, Xiao Feng gritted his teeth: "Follow closely, I will go by feeling."

After finishing speaking, he pinched the watch to count the time and led the way.

This is also a helpless way, we can't wait for the fog to clear before going to the bamboo house.

In case Sun Zhong couldn't think about it during this period of time and felt that he was going to rescue soldiers, he might be cold when he went to find him.

The current situation is very clear. Sun Shijie's ancestral treasure should be in Sun Zhong's hands. Once Sun Zhong died, this trip would be a waste of time.

Therefore, we must race against time now!

After a quarter of an hour, Xiao Feng stopped and said solemnly, "It's almost here."

As Lin Zhiyan said, without any reference, people's sense of direction will be infinitely reduced, not to mention that it is even worse than having no reference now, because they can't see anything at all.

Under such circumstances, if Xiao Feng had to find out the bamboo house, it would be too harsh.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it, there must be a way."

Sun Shijie seemed very anxious, smoking his pipes and pots, circling around like a headless fly. The concentration that belonged to his age completely disappeared at this moment.

"If it's not possible, you can yell twice first?" Zhao Guoan suggested.

Sun Shijie shook his head: "The voice will change, not to mention that we haven't seen each other for most of our lives. Once he misunderstands that we are enemies, it will only get worse."

One thing he didn't say is that if a person lives alone for decades, he can't figure out his psychology like a normal person. He would rather do nothing than make mistakes!
After a long while, Su Yuzhuo suddenly said: "I have an idea, Uncle Sun said just now, that is the bookboy you used to read when you were young, do you have any textbooks that you have read together? If you call it out, maybe he can recall it .”

"Good idea!" Sun Shijie's eyes lit up.

In fact, Shutong is just a relatively pleasant term.

To put it bluntly, they are actually the servants of the servants. When they meet better masters, they can still know a few words. Most of them are illiterate coolies.

It just so happened that Sun Shijie's family has been practicing medicine for generations, and their heart is not as unprofitable as a businessman's. Therefore, during Sun Shijie's study, Sun Zhong was also influenced by his ears and eyes, and learned some along with him.

……

In the small courtyard of the bamboo house, Sun Zhong sat on a bamboo chair.

There are teacups on the table, but the color inside is not the color of tea, but as black as ink.

Looking at the teacup in front of him, there was hesitation in Sun Zhong's eyes that he hadn't seen in many years.

Xiao Feng's "escape" made him worry whether the family's treasure had been exposed?

If it is exposed, will there be a large number of people rushing over to ask yourself?

Thinking of this, Sun Zhong stretched out his hand towards the teacup, but when he was halfway there, he stopped again.

Not afraid of death.

But once he died, those treasures became ownerless, and I don't know how many years it will take to see the sun again.

As for whether what Xiao Feng said was true, Sun Zhong didn't think about it at all.

Decades of lonely life have made him paranoid. Unless he meets the descendants of the Sun family, he will not believe what other people say.

As for the descendants of the Sun family, only Sun Shijie is left...

Just as he was hesitating and unable to make up his mind, an old voice came from afar.

"The love of the world is thin, the love of human beings is evil, and the flowers are easy to fall when it rains..."

Sun Zhong suddenly got up and stared blankly at the source of the voice: "Young...Master?"

"Snapped!"

He stretched out his hand and slapped himself, and he wondered if he heard it wrong.

As a result, the next moment, the old voice came again.

"Xiaofeng is dry, and tears remain.

If you want to write about your thoughts, you can talk alone.

Difficult, difficult, difficult! "

"boom!"

Like an atomic bomb detonated in his heart, Sun Zhong burst into tears, sitting on the ground and crying like a child.

Not in vain!
After decades of waiting and suffering for decades, it has not become useless after all!
After crying for a long time, Sun Zhong walked into the kitchen, came out from the stove with two pieces of bamboo, and kept tapping with all his strength.

Although I have been single for decades, I still have basic thinking and logic skills.

In Sun Zhong's view, only Sun Shijie would choose this word as a code, and it is impossible for other people in the world to know.

……

"Kakakakakaka!"

There was the sound of bamboo hitting together.

After reciting half of a song "The Hairpin Phoenix: The Love of the World", I finally waited for a response.

Sun Shijie seemed very happy, and continued to shout: "Everyone is different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often like swings.

The horn sounds cold, and the night is dim.

Afraid of being asked questions, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy.

Hide, hide, hide! "

After reading a poem, tears flashed in Sun Shijie's eyes, and he shouted with the loudest voice: "Sun Zhong, I am Sun Shijie!"

"Okay, okay, stop shouting, be quiet, let's follow the sound to find it." Xiao Feng said with a frown.

"Yes, yes, yes, it is better to find the person first." Sun Shijie kept taking deep breaths to calm down his excitement.

After about 10 minutes, the familiar fence wall came into view.

Sun Zhong, who was holding two pieces of bamboo, stopped his movements and fixed his eyes on Sun Shijie.

When Sun Shijie saw the image of the other party, he felt unspeakably uncomfortable at once, and walked up to him quickly, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

Everyone sighed, somewhat understanding the seemingly embarrassing situation between the two of them at this moment.

Think about it, a book boy who has no blood relationship with his family is guarding a huge fortune.

From the vigorous youth to the old age, I wasted my whole life, just waiting for the descendants of the master's family to come and take it.

How many days and nights, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, decades of waiting... In the face of this bitterness, any words seem pale.

"You... have suffered!" Sun Shijie patted Sun Zhong on the shoulder, tears streaming down his face.

Sun Zhong also burst into tears, looking at the old face in front of him, the past time kept popping up in his mind.

Those pasts seem to have happened yesterday.

Then in the blink of an eye, time has passed and the situation has changed, and the old boyhood will never return...

(End of this chapter)