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Chapter 29 Meeting Saburo

Chapter 29 Just meeting Saburo

Author: A branch brings rain

Chapter 29 Just meeting Saburo

A slightly surprised and sighing voice sounded.

The two parties in the dispute looked over and saw a slightly fat middle-aged man standing at the gate of the Huang family. The man had a broad face, a fair skin, a flowing goatee, and was dressed in silk and satin. He was holding a bird in his right hand.

A cage with a red and green parrot inside.

There were two people following behind him, one was a young man in his twenties, and the other was a young boy with delicate features.

"Third brother!"

Wulang saw the young boy at a glance, and then recognized the middle-aged man with a goatee, "Third Master."

The two doorkeepers who had an argument with Su Guang and the others also called the man "Third Master" respectfully.

Huang Zhiguang, the third master of the Huang family, responded without saltiness, looked at Wu Lang, and then turned to ask the young man behind him, "Is this your brother?"

Sanlang went around to Huang Zhiguang, knelt down and said: "Third Master, they are all my family members, they should be here to see me. There must be some misunderstanding with these two eldest brothers who are the gatekeepers. Please show kindness to the Third Master.

Don’t pursue it.”

Huang Zhiguang looked at Su Guang and the others, then at Saburo who was kneeling on the ground, turned around and teased the parrot in the cage, and said, "Okay, let's get up. Third Master, I am a kind-hearted person, so naturally I will not pursue the matter."

He glanced at the two gatekeepers and said, "Did you hear what I said?"

The two men lowered their heads together and responded respectfully: "Third Master, don't worry, it was all a misunderstanding just now, we know it."

Huang Zhiguang nodded with satisfaction and glanced at Sanlang again: "Since your family is here to see you, you don't have to follow me out today. Let's get together and talk with your family."

Sanlang kowtowed, "Thank you, Third Master."

As soon as Huang Zhiguang and the young boy left, Liu Wanjun rushed over in a few quick steps and immediately pulled the kneeling Sanlang up.

Her expression was tense and she said nothing. Saburo glanced at the hand she was holding on to his arm and could clearly feel the strength on her arm.

The two servants also noticed that Liu Wanjun looked unkind, but after thinking of Huang Zhiguang's instructions just now, they did not want to embarrass Su Guang and the others, so they only asked Sanlang to take the family away from the door of the house and not to cause trouble at the door.

Just as Sanlang was about to nod in agreement, Liu Wanjun grabbed his hand and took him away.

When the others saw it, they quickly followed behind them.

Liu Wanjun walked quickly, observed her surroundings, and finally led Sanlang to a deserted alley near Huang's house, and then let go of Sanlang's arm.

Now, it's just their own family.

Wulang and Liulang were naturally the happiest. They immediately stepped forward and took Saburo's hand, talked to him happily, and even took Mibao to introduce him to Saburo.

Silang was not as excited as Wulang and the others. He just watched silently, and secretly raised his head to look at Liu Wanjun and the others. Their expressions showed guilt and distress.

Sanlang talked to his brothers and said hello to Mi Bao, then looked at his mother Wu Yuniang and smiled: "Mom".

Wu Yuniang's eyes turned red instantly.

At first, she had no choice but to make the decision to sell her child to the Huang family as a slave. However, knowing that the child had become a slave of the Huang family, and watching her child being a slave in front of the Huang family,

Kneeling and kowtow is a completely different feeling.

Wu Yuniang, who had already felt guilty about the children, felt even more guilty at this moment. She subconsciously covered her heart with her hands and managed not to shed tears.

Aiyama around him was not much better either. He blamed himself even more. If it wasn't for his injury, the children wouldn't have to be like this.

It's because he is a useless father that the child becomes like this.

Sanlang didn't say anything when he saw his parents, and Grandma looked very unhappy with a sullen face. He was a little at a loss for a moment, not knowing what he had done wrong, so he had to look at Su Guang for help.

Su Guang stepped forward with a smile, stretched out his hand to pat Sanlang's shoulder as if nothing happened, and looked him up and down, "Well, not bad, not bad. He has gained some weight compared to when he was at home before, and his body is also strong. It seems that he is in the Huang family

I’m doing okay.”

Although Saburo is young, he has a serious character.

He lowered his head and looked at himself carefully, "Well, as Grandma said, it seems that I have indeed gained a bit of weight. Don't worry, I am living well in the Huang family. At least I am not short of food and clothing."

These words made Wu Yuniang feel even more uncomfortable. She didn't know what other people's families were like, at least as a mother, she really didn't want to hear such words from her own children.

No matter how you have no shortage of food and clothing, you are working as a slave for others, so how can you live comfortably?

Her children knew it themselves, and Wu Yuniang knew that Sanlang said that to prevent them from worrying.

Or were they useless as parents? Wu Yuniang felt even more heartbroken when she thought that the Huang family did not intend to let Erlang and Sanlang return home as ransoms.

She clenched her fists and wished she could take her two children home right now.

But when I think of the Huang family's wealth and power, I feel powerless deep in my heart.

"Third brother, aren't you supposed to be with the sixth master? Why are you with the third master?" Wu Lang came over and asked about the confusion in his heart.

Saburo: "The third master has recently become obsessed with parrots. He has a friend who has a parrot that can read poems. The third master wants to raise a parrot that can read poems to compare with his friend, but he still has a house.

The boy here didn't have any ink, so he wanted the Sixth Young Master to teach the parrot to read poetry, but the Sixth Young Master didn't cooperate. It happened that I learned a lot of poems from the Sixth Young Master. When you came home yesterday, I was pushed by the Sixth Young Master to be commanded by the Third Master.

Already."

Wulang was surprised: "Parrots can also read poems?"

A small head also came between the brothers. Mi Bao looked up at his white and tender face and asked with his big eyes: "What is a parrot? Is it the bird in the cage?"

Sanlang once went to Qingshan Village with Wu Yuniang to see Mibao, and he was impressed by this sister.

At that time, Mibao couldn't walk yet and couldn't speak well, but he liked him very much as a little brother. He held his hand and wobbled to learn to walk, and kept saying "brother" in his mouth, with a soft and waxy voice.

Yes, it makes people feel soft when they hear it.

After returning home, Sanlang never forgot this sister. Later, when his mother said that her sister would come to live with them soon, he was even more excited.

Every day he looks forward to the day when his sister will come to live with him at home.

Unexpectedly, his sister finally came home, but he couldn't go home.

From Saburo's point of view, this is really frustrating.

At this time, looking at Mi Bao in front of me, although he has grown up, he is still small, his skin is still dazzlingly white, his eyes are still big and round, and his voice is still soft and waxy...

Saburo couldn't help it and kept shouting in his heart - ah! My sister is so cute!

Although he was very excited inside, Saburo still had a very normal expression on his face, except his eyes were much softer. He replied gently: "Yes, that bird is a parrot."

Rokuro recalled the appearance of the parrot, "This is the first time I have seen a parrot! But third brother, can a parrot really read poetry? Like my grandpa teaches us to read it on weekdays?"
Chapter completed!
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