Lazy God Possession

The car dealership was very anxious, all the way west, and soon out of the city, the surrounding high-rise buildings gradually became sparse. A few bungalows appeared in front of them, the car turned into a side road, and stopped in front of a rundown yard on one side.

The front door was hidden, and Qingzhong Yang stepped forward and patted the door, "Brother, I'm Qingzhong Yang! My dad came to see you!"

He's been here several times, so he's welcome.

Strictly speaking, it ’s not very polite. Even if the fathers have a whim, after all, they are also cousins, and he ’s been here before. I do n’t know how many times.

So, Qing Zhongyang directly opened the door and didn't care much. Standing on one side and giving way, "Peng Lao, please."

Lao Peng came in, and Father Qing followed slowly behind him, still thinking about what to do if the bad-tempered elder brother drove him out.

Then stopped.

I saw that this small courtyard was right in the middle, and by the shadyness of a few persimmon trees in the courtyard, a square wooden table was set up. There was a bowl of fragrant puppets on the table. A teenager was sitting at the table, whispering to the puppets in the spoon. After waiting for it to cool down, he couldn't wait to swallow it, and he was burnt and rolled his eyes .

Next to the table, there was a reclining chair. Brother Jiang covered with a quilt was lying on the reclining chair, with his head slightly sideways, his old face covered with age spots and wrinkles, shining in the sun, smiling at the corners of his mouth, watching Nanming ’s Some expressions, some emotions, some kindness, and some sadness.

He was next to Brother Jiang, and his young granddaughter Jiang Xiaohui was pouting. He seemed to be angry and shy, and peeked from time to time.

"Slow down, slow down, suffice it to say, suffocate ..." Brother Jiang was weak and weak, but still couldn't help asking: "Xiao Ming? Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" Nan Ming nodded again and again. He is not a gourmet. Now he can't tell what is good or bad, he just feels delicious! More delicious than all the ravioli he has eaten!

I do n’t know, why is a bowl of ravioli so delicious?

Is there any magic in it?

This must be super power! The same super powers as him!

Tong Nanming lifted his eyes and looked at it. Suddenly, his energy had risen to over 475 degrees, and it was still growing rapidly!

"Try the soup, and the soup is also delicious." Father Jiang smiled with a smile, and turned to the girl next to him, "Xiaohui, go a little more ..."

"Hmm!" The girl nodded, glanced at Nan Ming again, and ran into the kitchen.

"Full, full, don't need ..." Nan Ming whispered falsely, and the girl gave him a secret white glance behind the door.

The greedy guy, if you are full, put down your chopsticks!

冥 Nanming slammed here to eat 馄饨, and started to drink soup again.

Is this soup made with chicken, duck and beef together?

I can't drink anywhere else.

"Yeah, delicious!"

Tong Nanming ate and drank here, but Iron Egg was busy before and after.

的 The two men in this family, one is sick in bed, and the other is disabled. Many of the heavy tasks in the family are left unattended.

The heavy work in their eyes was an easy task for Iron Egg.

铁 The iron egg jumped up and down at the moment, very busy.

Even the old people have moved iron eggs out of the house. In the old man's own words, if he doesn't come out to dry, he will be moldy.

Fortunately, there is a strong man like iron eggs.

It's so lively there. I stood at the gate for a while, but I didn't find any guests.

"Are there any guests at home?" Qingzhong Yang looked for a moment, glanced at Nanming and Iron Egg, and felt Nanming was familiar.

"What guest, that's your younger brother Nan Ming!" Father Qing Qing honestly gave Qing Zhongyang the back of his head,

The old face immediately laughed at the flowers.

I do n’t want to sleep until I give you a pillow. Is this a divine arrangement?

"Xiao Ming! See you again!"

"Uncle Qing!" Nan Ming's eyes widened. Isn't that the day before yesterday's difference? Why did you see it today, "Why are you here?"

"I still want to ask you, how did you come to my brother's house?" Father Qing reached out and rubbed Nan Ming's head, walked to Father Jiang, and bowed slightly: "Brother! I'm here!"

Father Jiang Jiang turned his head and looked at Qing Tiger.

I wanted to say something, but couldn't say it. There was some moistness in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't move his body. He couldn't wipe it. He could only turn his neck slightly.

In my life, I met again alive.

The child who was by his side, dragging his own corner of his clothes, looking up and asking, "Are you my brother?"

Experience life and death, many things are different. If the last time you said goodbye was farewell, what he said to Qing Tiger at last was "roll away", how much regret would he now?

The obsession in the chest was actually gone, but his face was still haggard and he did not want to bow his head.

These two have problems!

Tong Nanming's mind began to boil 10,000 kinds of speculation, and various stories of love and killing began to circle.

"It's just coming." In the end, Mr. Jiang nodded slightly and closed his eyes.

Do you not want to see, or are you worried about tears coming out?

"Uncle!" Yang Qing also respectfully salutes.

"Come, Xiaoming, I'll introduce it to you." Father Qing also waved and asked Nanming to come and point at Father Jiang: "This is your uncle, Jiang Wanghai."

"Uncle!" Nan Ming obediently called, and in the blink of an eye, this became a relative?

How did the trick change?

Hey, why is it surnamed Jiang?

Father Jiang Jiang's eyes widened and his tears couldn't be taken care of. Does this little fellow have anything to do with Qing Tiger?

No wonder I like it at first glance.

Mr. Jiang has a fascination with Qing Tiger, but he is very fond of children like Qing Zhongyang. Although he has nothing valuable to offer, when he can still move, when Qing Zhongyang comes, he will Regardless of his physical fatigue, he cooks and cooks in person.

"Brother, this little guy is called Nan Ming. It's my life-saving benefactor ..." Father Qing pressed Nan Ming's shoulders with both hands, "a good boy."

This person is Nan Ming?

Lao Peng next to his wife's eyes widened, is that Nan Ming in the mouth of Grandpa Qing just now?

Grandpa Tong Qing was muttering at first, but he did not expect that Peng Lao was so old and his ears were so sensitive that he even heard them.

He then pointed at Mr. Peng, who was standing beside him, "This is Uncle Peng."

"Uncle Peng." Nan Ming has now entered the mode of visiting the elders with New Years or attending the banquet, and celebrates the old man's name when he asks him, showing a patterned smile.

Father Qing Qing then pointed at Qingzhong Yang and said, "Xiaoming, this is your third brother, your brothers are close."

"Three brothers." Nan Ming blinked, his inquiring glances passed.

"He is not Lin Qiu's father, Lin Qiu's father is your elder brother." Father Qing knew what was in his little head.

"It's almost noon, I'll cook." Grandpa Qing finished the introduction, refreshed, and rolled up his sleeves.

When he saw Nanming, he wanted to cook.

Falling around his eyes.

Everyone knows that these two old men have been in the air for decades. In the presence of Father Jiang, Father Qing will never cook, and would rather starve to death than cook.

As soon as the words came out, Mr. Qing was also dazed and relaxed for a while, but I didn't expect this to be said so easily.

Is this soft?

I'm getting old, so what's up for you?

Let the juniors look at the joke.

I should have let go.

Tong Nanming didn't expect to have Qingyang, but he could still eat the meal of Mr. Qing. This is really a meal less than a meal.

He applauded again and again: "Okay, that's great! There is a mouthful!"

The deficits in the past two days can finally make up for it.

Then he politely instructed: "Uncle Qing, iron egg rice is big, you can do more!"

Iron egg stares, can he eat here too?

的 I do n’t know what it means to eat a meal of Grandpa's.

"Rest assured, fill up!" Father Qing rolled his sleeves into the kitchen, and saw Jiang Xiaohui bulging at his cheeks, looking at him anxiously.

"Good girl, who bullied you?" Grandpa Qing stared. Jiang Xiaohui was indeed a good girl. She never saw her blushing. Grandpa liked her tightly. She met Grandpa Qing and also a second grandpa. Intimacy.

what is it today?

Minjiang Xiaohui bowed her head, pursed her lips, and hummed out.

As I passed the courtyard, I also glanced at Nan Ming.

What's wrong, he's so young, how can I call my dad and elder brother, then I shouldn't call him uncle ...

How can this be!

Bad bad grandpa!

Father Qing Qing was puzzled. Even if he was so clever, he might not understand the mind of this child.

He shook his head and looked around in the kitchen ~ www.readwn.com ~ and then came out in a blink.

There are just a few ingredients for making ravioli in the kitchen, nothing else.

He sighed in his heart, why is the elder brother so stubborn and refuses to accept his help, if not, why would their lives be so difficult?

"My third son, go shopping." Father Qing said, "Buy more, buy it tonight."

Tong Nanming raised his ears and was very pleased with his heart. It was awesome.

"Yes." Qingzhong Yang obediently took the lead and went out to make a phone call, and soon returned.

Do you really want him to go shopping?

大部分 Most of his eyes stopped on Nan Ming.

Nanming sat back to eat the unfinished bowl of gluttony again. After a while of tossing, I wasn't hot anymore, so it was delicious.

The four beside him were staring at him. Qingzhong Yang, Peng Lao, Brother Jiang and Brother Jiang.

A blink of an eye, this has become a relative, why is Nanming so calm? It really is a foodie!

Less than half an hour later, a car stopped at the gate, and a few guys brought in all kinds of ingredients and came in quietly.

Tong Qingzhong Yang moved a small horse to sit next to Nan Ming, watching Nan Ming eat, just wondering how calm this guy can be.

Who wants to look at it, and he is hungry, covering his stomach, and said, "Dasao, 馄饨 Are you still? Give me a bowl!"

(Tomorrow is a new day, ask for a recommendation ticket in advance ~)