Legend of the Asura

Yang Xiruo and Duanmu Yi are both full of tension, because they are about to face, two people standing at the apex of China's power. And aside from this identity, their other identity is even more unable to make them nervous... the prosperous parents! Their hearts, their lives have been firmly tied to the wind, and at this moment they are undoubtedly the mood of the wife to see the in-laws.

Chu Yingying is actually more nervous than them. This nervous emotion has not been known for many years and has not appeared in her heart. Because Xiao Tian told her very seriously on the road, the girl around the wind is his most important person. If he wants to get his approval of this mother and child, he may have to get the recognition of the girl around him. However... unexpectedly, in addition to Feng Yao, she also saw three other girls, and each beautiful so that she could not help but marvel.

"Auntie, can I call you this?" Feng Yao greeted her lightly in the footsteps, and left her body slightly in front of her. Her calm smile, inadvertently released noble and elegant, let Chu Yingying in the first moment. Deeply impressed, praised. This woman may be called "the goddess" is no exaggeration.

"Of course." Chu Yingying showed a soft smile, her eyes looked up and down, the more she saw it, the more she felt amazed.

"Yaoer sister!" The baby smiled happily and greeted several sisters: "If my sister, still, ah..."

The sweet smile on the baby's face was completely solidified, and the hand stopped in the air, because she actually saw... the water was soft.

Feng Yao jumped in his heart and quickly pulled three girls. "Auntie, this is my three sisters. This is Xi Xiu, you have seen, this is my Yi sister, and my soft sister."

"Hello, aunt! We met again. I really didn't think you were the mother of Feng Brother, and the fate was wonderful." Yang Xiruo Yingying said.

"Hello, aunt, you can call me an Iraqi."

"A... Auntie, I call the water soft." The soft, soft-faced look of the body, his eyes constantly looking out the door, looking for the young master.

Chu Yingying has been looking at them with gaze, and from their slightly nervous expression, she vaguely guessed what. Are these few girls who can make ordinary people scared into heaven and earth?

Although there is a gap in age, the communication between women and women has never been blocked. When Longwei walked evenly, they had annihilated all the tension and unfamiliarness in a short period of time, talking warmly. what. Chu Yingying's communicative ability is amazing, even the water that has been tense and soft is standing red on her side, and her relatives call her aunt. In this scene, Long Wei couldn't help but smile. At this time, she was full of graceful and noble woman's temperament. Who could think of her as a Raksha woman who used to kill people. Family love is always her biggest flaw.

"Yang Shutou, you really live here, it is no wonder that Ximen's family, even I can't find your whereabouts." Long Wei smiled and said to Yang Xiruo, his eyes moved to Duanmu Yi, his expression was congested, doubts Asked: "Are you?"

"Hello dragon head, my name is Dumu Yi." Duanmu Yi people answered with some nervousness.

Longwei’s brow squeezed: “I thought you were just the same. You turned out to be the eldest daughter of Duanmu’s disappearance. Why do you appear here?”

Duanmu Yiren’s heartbeat speeded up, but soon, she looked up and bravely looked at him: “Because I am no longer the Duanmuyi of Duanmu’s family, I just want to stay here and always stay with me. People around."

Long Wei was silent, and then he smiled: "Well, today I am only a father who visits my son. When I am the head, I will forget everything I saw as a father."

Duanmu Yi people secretly sighed with relief and said with gratitude: "Thank you, Dragon Head... Dragon Uncle."

Long Wei smiled and nodded, but his heart was full of waves. His own understanding of him seems to remain only on the surface. Seeing, maybe just the tip of the iceberg. However, his mouth quickly evoked, his son's strength, not the father's greatest pride!

The wind pulled Chen Binger quietly and came over. The footsteps were inaudible, but Chu Yingying immediately returned to her eyes, and her eyes fixed on him, because she was quite sure that it was the footsteps of her son. Just like a mother who has just had a baby, every slight whistle of the baby can wake her up from her sleep. This is not an incredible thing to explain, just because of the mother's heart, the mother's soul is always tied to the child.

"Let's eat first, I am hungry." The expression of the wind was a little unnatural smile, subconsciously avoiding the warmth of his trepidation. Until now, he still does not know how he should integrate into this sudden family relationship.

Chu Yingying quickly nodded: "Yes! Eat first, eat first!" She gently put down the baby's body and rushed out of the room. Xiao Tianyi, also quickly helped the past.

"Brother." The baby walked in front of the wind and grabbed his hand and shook: "Why did you suddenly go away in the morning? Mom thought you didn't want to go back to our home, crying so badly, and it was a whole day. Calling your name."

The heart of the wind is warm, but the eyes are inexplicably more strange and sour, he caress the baby's soft hair, smiles silently.

Soon, Chu Yingying and Xiao Tian walked in with a variety of lunch boxes taken from the car. The faint scent of the dishes overflows the living room.

............

There is a warm atmosphere on the dining table, the silence of the wind, the fascination of Longwei, Xiao Tian’s bow and eagle, Chen Binger’s indifference as ice, Feng Yao’s smile, and the elegant restraint of several girls. More often, I interspersed with the laughter from time to time. Where she is, it seems that there will always be joy.

"Drink a few cups?" Long Wei took out a bottle of military tribute Maotai, watching the wind and Xiao Tian said. The bottle of wine in his hand was exactly the same as that in the Xiaoying family before the wind.

Xiao Tian’s face immediately became weird. Even if he was a nerd, he should fully understand that the wind never sipped in front of him, and even shirked himself would not drink, but his amount of alcohol was absolutely terrifying. I don't know how he got it.

"It's still not." The wind shook his head.

Longwei nodded and put down the bottle in his hand, without a little reluctance.

"Your father and son are really a temper. They are all people who can try not to drink if they don't drink." Chu Yingying looked at the wind gently, and he had already clipped a piece of stabbed fish into a popular dish. : "Hey, eat more, try to taste how this fish is doing."

The plate in front of the wind has already piled up a plate full of dishes. Feng Yao smiled and looked at his brother. Today, she did not tenderly serve him as usual, because she knew that the main theme of the meal was to connect the family that had been lost for twenty-one years. The full plate of dishes in front of my brother was piled up by warm motherly love.

The wind nodded and raised the chopsticks. When he picked up the white and smooth fish, he clearly caught the obvious nervous color on her face. At that moment, he understood what he could not help but tremble.

This is... the dish that my mother made... the dish that my mother made...

Childhood, the countless times of my mother's longing, countless times to catch the righteous father crying where my mother is... countless times want to eat the dishes made by my mother. Because my peers told me that my mother's dishes are the best in the world.

The fish is not in the mouth, the fish and the warm feeling * the mouth. Unconsciously, his eyes were covered with a faint mist of water, but he was immediately dispelled by chaos.

“It’s delicious, it’s really delicious.” He looked at Chu Yingying and said very seriously and seriously.

Chu Yingying was relieved, and her face showed a smile from the bottom of her heart: "If you eat deliciously, you should eat more. There are still a lot here."

"Well... I really hope that I can eat it every day." Can't help, this sentence blurted out. Because that taste makes him sink, let him fall in love.

"what……"

Inexplicable happiness hit, Chu Yingying was there for a moment, then nodded hard, and some said nothing: "As long as the child is willing, my mother will do it to the nephew every day... send a copy."

The wind has not yet answered, the baby's pink mouth has been raised high: "Mom is eccentric! Mom does not usually give the baby to eat, the baby can only eat once, and also said that the nutritional balance."

Chu Yingying sneaked a glimpse of the reaction, touched the baby's small head and said: "Baby, you are still a child with a long body, not the same as your brother."

Baby show Yan smiled: "Hey, I am not angry, my mother should be good to my brother."

Yang Xiruo and Duanmu Yi people looked at each other and saw the sour and sorrow from each other's eyes. Their fate is similar. Mothers are the most important relatives in their lives, but they leave them too early. From Chu Yingying, they seem to have seen the warmth of their love from their mother.

Feng Yao has been quietly watching the wind, the smile of the corner of his mouth has not disappeared. She is a girl, eager to love her family all the time. Now that he has found his parents, she is more happy than anyone else. And she believes that even if he has a complete home, he will not leave himself, never.

Time points to eight o'clock in the evening, and the night falls quietly. But the atmosphere on the table still hasn't changed, and it doesn't mean to end. It seems that I want to immerse myself in this atmosphere and can't bear to leave. Longwei, who had been silent for a while, stood up and looked at the wind and said: "Hey, come with me, our father and son talk about the heart." Then walked towards the balcony. There was no accident in the wind, and I quickly got up and followed. Looking at his back in the mountains, he thought of the righteous father inexplicably.

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