A boy like the wind

Breakfast is very simple. Yang qianer's mother cooked porridge and eggs for us, made some tasty dishes, and also made delicious egg pancakes.

We are really hungry, regardless of the image of eating up.

While eating, Yang Zixiong's mobile phone rings.

He put down his chopsticks and took a look. He couldn't help but be shocked. He said to me, "young master, it's that man..."

I was moved, "the one who changed Fengshui for you 17 years ago?"

"Yes!" He said, "he left when he finished. He has never contacted me for 17 years."

I thought a little and motioned for him to turn on handsfree.

"OK," he cleared his throat, put down his cell phone and pressed hands-free.

"Hello? Is that Mr. Yang? " At the other end of the phone came a man's quiet voice, "I'm Hesen. Seventeen years ago, I worked for your family. Do you remember me?"

"I remember you, Mr. He," said Yang Zixiong.

"How time flies! In a blink of an eye, it's been seventeen years." He Sen sighed, "your young master should be sixteen this year?"

"Yes, sixteen years old," Yang Zixiong sighed.

"How is he?" He Sen asked.

Yang Zixiong cleared his throat and said, "he... Is not very good..."

He Sen on the other end of the phone was silent.

After a long time, he sighed, "I guess, Mr. Yang, did you find someone to move the geomancy of my ancestral tomb and take out my town?"

"Yes," said Yang Zixiong, "the town is here. When is it convenient for you? I'll give them back to you."

He Sen smiled calmly, "well, thank you, Mr. Yang. Fortunately, I didn't destroy those towns, or my life will be in danger. Mr. Yang, it's not convenient for Fang to tell me. Who are you looking for? "

"Here..." Yang Zixiong looked at me.

I shook my head.

"It's not convenient," said Yang Zixiong. "Mr. He, please forgive me."

"I don't mean anything else," said Hesen. "The Fengshui array I set for you is invisible to ordinary people. It can break open and don't let the town backfire on me. It's no ordinary person to have such accomplishments. I just want to make friends with this gentleman and have the chance to thank him in person, that's all. "

"It's really inconvenient, Mr. He," said Yang Zixiong. "Please understand."

It's not easy for Hesen to force him to say so. "Well..."

"when will you pick up the town?" Yang Zixiong asked.

"To be honest, I had a disease years ago, and now I am so weak that I can't deal with the town," said Hessen. "I can only trouble the gentleman and ask him for help."

"So..." Yang Zixiong looked at me and asked me what I meant.

I nodded.

"OK," said Yang Zixiong, "I'll ask that gentleman to deal with it."

"One more thing, please tell that gentleman," said Hesen. "Seventeen years ago, I used a very fierce object to cut off the living dragon. It's hard to crack that thing. I hope that gentleman has a psychological preparation in advance to avoid being hurt by it. "

Yang Zixiong is stunned. Look at me and ask me what I mean.

With a quiet smile, I picked up a pancake and ate it.

Seeing that I didn't care, he was relieved. "OK, I will tell you. Thank you, Mr. He."

"Ah, I'm ashamed..." He Sen sighed. "I didn't manage your family's affairs well. Please forgive me a lot. I wish the young master a speedy recovery. He Sen is ashamed of the Yang family and has no reply. "

He hung up the phone.

Yang Zixiong took a deep breath and looked at me. "Young master, look here..."

"he is a good teacher," I said. "He has a beginning and a end, and he knows the rules."

"What he just said, the object..." he was worried, "is it easy to deal with?"

I smile lightly, "that is not difficult."

He was relieved, "that's good..."

"eat first", I said, "after eating, let's go to the living room to talk."

"Good!" He nodded.

After dinner, we came to the living room. Yang qianer's mother made us a pot of tea.