mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 528
The emotions accumulated for decades suddenly broke out, and Sun Zhong hugged Sun Shijie directly.

On the other hand, Sun Shijie patted the other person on the back to show comfort, but there was a touch of complexity in his eyes.

Xiao Feng looked at Su Yuzhuo, before he thought Sun Zhong was very similar to Inagaki Shio.

But now it seems that there is no similarity between the two except that they also changed their original surnames after entering the main house.

Oh, no, there should be a little more.

That is, the names of the two.

Sun Zhong spent dozens of years for the master's entrustment, and lived up to the word "loyalty" in his name.

As for Shio Inagaki, his determination to restore the past glory of the Inagaki family is also worthy of the word "Shixiong" in his name.

Apart from these, I really can't find any similarities.

Fujiwara Jingming touched his young lady's arm to remind her that Xiao Feng was watching her.

Of course, Su Yuzhuo had discovered it long ago, but he felt that it was not suitable for small talk at this time, so he didn't go over to talk to him.

At this moment, being reminded by Fujiwara Jingming, Su Yuzhuo sighed in his heart, moved his lotus steps lightly, walked towards Xiao Feng, and said in a low voice: "Do you think that this old Mr. Sun Zhong is very similar to Shixiong Inagaki?"

Xiao Feng shook his head, then nodded again: "I used to think so, but now I don't feel that way anymore."

Su Yuzhuo forced a smile: "Yes, they are not the same kind of people."

……

It took a long time for Sun Zhong to calm down the huge turmoil in his heart.

He wiped away his tears and invited everyone to the yard.

There is only one bamboo chair in the yard, and Sun Zhong doesn't have any friends, so there is no one to visit, so naturally there is no extra seat.

However, Xiao Feng and others didn't care about these.

The little girl put her backpack on the ground and made it to the steps outside the bamboo house. With her cheeks in her hand, she stared at Sun Shijie and Sun Zhong, the long-lost master and servant, like a curious baby.

I saw Sun Zhong took out his pen and ink, and wrote on the paper: "Master, was there ever a marriage?"

Xiao Feng and Zhao Guoan looked at each other, never expecting that Sun Zhong's first question after they met was whether Sun Shijie had a wife, and they felt a little awkward at the moment.

Sun Shijie shook his head: "No, no children, no daughters, all alone, you..."

Sun Shijie originally subconsciously wanted to ask "What about you?", but Sun Zhong now looked like a savage chief, and he knew what was going on without asking, so he stopped the words in time.

However, unexpectedly, Sun Zhong smiled and wrote: "I married a beautiful wife, who do you think I married?"

Sun Shijie wondered where he was going to guess, and it was obvious that the other party was very interested, so he had to think about it seriously, and then his eyes lit up: "Could it be A Cui?"

Sun Zhong nodded, dipped in the ink he prepared himself, and wrote: "It was A Cui. At that time, the master was afraid that I would be lonely, and knowing that I was always thinking about A Cui, so he betrothed A Cui to me."

Sun Shijie's eyes became distant.

A Cui is the most beautiful maid in the Sun family, originally arranged by the family to marry her, but at that time she had no intention of getting married at all, so she was delayed after coming and going.

"Then Ah Cui..."

As soon as he said the beginning, Sun Shijie couldn't help but regret it.

If A Cui was still there, she would definitely come out to see her. Since only Sun Zhong appeared now, there are no other than two possibilities.

First, Ah Cui couldn't stand this boring life, so she ran out of the bamboo forest.

Second, Ah Cui is no longer alive.

Either of these two outcomes is obviously not a good thing.

Sure enough, Sun Zhong's expression darkened, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and a drop of dark green ink fell on the parchment.

The silence lasted for a while, and Sun Zhong wrote: "Two years after we moved in, Ah Cui passed away due to the cold. There is a shortage of medicine and medicine here. I tried my best, but I still couldn't keep him.

Over the years, I sometimes wonder if I could have kept Ah Cui if I had learned more medical skills in the mansion.

Thinking about it this way, thinking about it, the more I think about it, the more I feel sorry for Ah Cui, she is such a good girl, she shouldn't die so early. "

Sun Shijie got up from the bamboo chair, took a deep breath, and bowed deeply to Sun Zhong: "The Sun family is ashamed of you, even if you want to blame yourself, you should never bear it."

Sun Zhong immediately expressed his flattery, helped Sun Shijie up, and wrote with a pen: "Young master, don't say that, I know what I am, and I am not worthy of A Cui in any way. I can marry her in this life." , I didn't live in vain!"

After finishing writing, Sun Zhong pointed to the old hen raised in the pen, and made another gesture of shoveling rice into his mouth.

Meaning, do you want to eat?
The little girl's eyes brightened immediately. She has been eating compressed food for the past two days, and she is almost bored to death. If I can eat delicious chicken legs, then I will have a bowl of rich chicken soup with warm rice...

"Hey, hey, the saliva is coming down." Zhao Guoan reminded.

The little girl came to her senses and rolled her eyes: "I want you to take care of it!"

As he said that, he took out the seasoning from his backpack: "I have salt, cumin and chili here. Let's kill the **** right now?"

Xiao Feng smiled helplessly, this girl can't mention food, and she can't walk if she mentions it.

But think about it, the little girl didn't complain about being tired or tired all the way. It is only natural to improve the food when conditions permit.

"You two go to help the cook." Xiao Feng gave orders to Meng Lang and Wu Yu.

The two nodded quickly, and help the cook. Taking advantage of the opportunity to taste the dishes, they can still feast on their mouths.

But when he thought of this, Xiao Feng said to Zhao Guoan again: "Old Zhao, go and watch to prevent anyone from stealing food."

Meng Lang and Wu Yu looked at each other, and they both understood that it is false to prevent stealing food, but it is true to prevent drug use.

In other words, until now, Xiao Feng has never let down his guard against the two of them.

The little girl looked at Wu Yu with disgust: "You, wash your hands before helping the kitchen."

Wu Yu's heart suddenly became angry, his facial muscles twitched twice, and he nodded heavily.

Two hours later, a large pot of chicken soup, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a plate of steamed buns were served on the table.

Sun Zhong planted the wheat by himself, and then slowly ground it himself, but the harvest was not very good, and the color of the steamed buns turned yellow.

Everyone was feasting, and what they ate was called a wolf, and no one was reserved at this time.

Because it is possible that if you are a little reserved, the plate in front of you will be less.

Of course, Meng Lang and Wu Yu are special cases.

The two of them were among a table of hungry wolves, and they acted like gentlemen, chewing slowly, and they only moved once after everyone else moved their chopsticks five or six times, and they picked up very little meat.

"Don't just eat meat, eat two mouthfuls of steamed buns." Xiao Feng said to the two while putting a piece of chicken gizzard into his mouth.

Meng Lang and Wu Yu burst into tears. The meat we ate together is not as good as the chopsticks you just had?
(End of this chapter)