It was a very old-fashioned house, but after careful observation, both Zhuo Yi and Jiugong Liangzi found that the layout inside was very orderly.
The flowers and plants in the courtyard are growing extremely well, and each of them blooms with their floral fragrance to show their beauty.
It is obvious that they are taken very good care of every day.
"Do you usually take care of these flowers and plants?" Zhuo Yi looked at the blooming flowers and couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, it was also a task that my father assigned me before going to Sun Island. He only has these hobbies, and he is so busy outside for my sake. I don't dare to keep his things to death."
"You and your father have such a good relationship." Zhuo Yi sighed: "I thought you would hate your father."
"Why should I hate my father?" Zhou Ziyi laughed: "Originally, it was not his fault that my leg was broken. It was just an accident. I have seen him running around for my leg all these years.
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As he said that, Zhou Ziyi suddenly turned around and glanced at Zhuo Yi: "By the way! I want to ask, are you really Zhuo Yi?"
This question amused Zhuo Yi: "Of course I am really Zhuo Yi, otherwise?"
"No, it's nothing..."
Zhou Ziyi quickly turned around, continued to use his arms and palms instead of his legs, and led the person into the front of the main hall.
Before entering the door, Zhou Ziyi paused: "Wait a minute, I won't go in! I'll let you in before you come in!"
"You are an old man, what else is shameful about you?"
Zhuo Oi suddenly smiled again. Before coming here, he had already figured out everything about Zhou Ziyi's situation.
He also knew what it was that made Zhou Ziyi feel nervous and wanted to hide it.
Zhou Ziyi's face turned red and he couldn't help but step back.
In fact, he is Zhuo Yi's little fan, and he has been admiring him for a long time.
Ever since he lost his legs due to an accident when he was very young, Zhuo Wei's story has become all his hope for success.
Now that I see this deity appearing, I am certainly filled with emotion.
Zhou Ziyi never dreamed that Zhuo Yi would pay attention to him.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, we are all men."
Kneeling down, Zhuo Yi pinched Zhou Ziyi's dark face.
Sure enough, the little guy's face was as solid as he imagined.
Jiugong Liangzi looked at this scene, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
But thinking about Zhou Ziyi's current situation, he still endured it.
At the same time, she also felt naive about her own thoughts.
The object of his aid is still his little fan, but this fact makes people feel that Zhou Ziyi has a very cute feeling.
The key is, Zhou Ziyi is a man.
She was actually upset about a boy just now?
At this moment, Jiugong Liangzi's heart was extremely complicated.
She didn't think her thoughts were "jealous", but purely sick...
It's all because she has been so close to Zhuo Yi these days and has led her astray!
"Then come in...but don't laugh at me!" Zhou Ziyi thought carefully. He felt that what Zhuo Yi said was reasonable, so he boldly stepped aside.
When Zhuo Oi opened the door and entered the living room of the Zhou family's residence, the scene in front of him instantly stunned him.
The whole living room, the right half of the wall is full of carefully cut news newspapers, all of which are news related to him!
Zhuo Oi originally thought that the oldest news would start from when he defeated the Sky-Swallowing Clam six years ago...
But in fact, Zhou Ziyi paid attention to his timeline for longer than this.
Zhou Ziyi actually paid attention to the news that he had received second-class and third-class merit in the army.
On the right wall, there are many posters about Zhuo Wei, including promotional posters, magazine covers and some movie posters in which Zhuo Wei became famous.
Of course, the most outrageous thing is not what is on the left and right walls.
It's the altar table at the front of the main hall...
The person on the altar table is none other than the outstanding commemorative gold-plated figure of a cultivator hero.
There are three electronic candles placed on the left and right doves of the figure.
In front of the figure, there are tributes piled high, including peaches, bananas, and a whole braised pig head...
Jiugong Liangzi looked at this scene and tried not to laugh out loud.
Zhuo Yi was being cared for at home, which was something she had not expected at all.
"Are you happy? Are you touched?"
Jiugong Liangzi now wanted to ask Zhuo Yi this question.
She was an outsider, so naturally she only found it funny.
But Zhuo Yi is different.
To be honest, when he saw all this, he was deeply touched in his heart.
A child who lost his legs at a very young age was not defeated by such an ordeal. Instead, he was able to live a brave and optimistic life.
In a sense, Zhuo Yi felt that Zhou Ziyi possessed a kind of courage that ordinary children did not have.
Just like him six years ago, he still showed his spiritual sword and rushed to the front line even though he knew he was outmatched.
Zhuo Yi thought he would laugh out loud, but in fact, after seeing all this, he was moved and more respectful.
He stepped forward in a few steps, took the incense on the table, lit it with the spiritual flames separated by his fingertips, then bowed to his figure, and then inserted the three incense sticks firmly in his heart with infinite emotion.
On the incense burner.
This scene made Jiugong Liangzi and Zhou Ziyi completely unable to bear it.
The two of them burst into laughter in unison.
"..."
Zhuo Oi rolled his eyes, confused and said, "You told me not to laugh, but you smiled brightly yourself."
Zhou Ziyi wiped his tears: "This... Mr. Zhuo, you can't blame me! I respect you very much! But how can I worship myself! This is so funny!"
Zhuo Yi lifted Zhou Ziyi up with one hand, straightened Zhou Ziyi as if he was holding a little chicken, and then directly lifted him up.
Zhou Ziyi's face turned red instantly: "Mr. Zhuo, please put me down quickly..."
Zhuo Yi neatly placed the boy on his shoulder on the chair next to him, and immediately he and Jiugong Liangzi found chairs to sit down.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Being suddenly picked up by the person he has admired for a long time and placed on a chair, Zhou Ziyi had a feeling that he did not react until he landed on the chair.
He has no shortage of care, because he knows that his father is the person who cares about him the most in the world.
Although Zhou Xiang works abroad all year round.
But their father and son's hearts have always been connected.
He worked hard to learn to be well-behaved and strong, and lived a positive life even without legs.
But at the moment when Zhuo Yi picked him up just now.
He suddenly felt that there was a very powerful backer behind him.
"Mr. Zhuo..." Zhou Ziyi felt complicated and excited at the same time, not knowing what to say.
At this time, Zhuo Yi stared at Zhou Ziyi and smiled: "Don't call me Mr. Zhuo, it's weird. You are a student of Sword God Academy, and I am also your senior."
"Senior?"
"When I was studying at No. 60 Middle School, I was fortunate enough to study at Sword God Academy for a while. But that was a long time ago." Zhuo Yi said, "From now on, you can just call me senior."
"So that's it."
Zhou Ziyi's eyes lit up, and his face was filled with happiness: "Okay, senior!"
"Next let's talk about your legs." Zhuo Yi said.
"My dad said, you can install the latest smart prosthetic limb for me. Is this true? That thing is very valuable...it is said that one costs 100 million."
“Hundreds of millions of smart prosthetics?”
Zhuo Oi raised his eyebrows and sighed, "I think your father may have misunderstood something."
"I'm just saying...my dad thinks too much. With a hundred million legs, it's not my turn." Zhou Ziyi showed a somewhat bitter smile.
"No, classmate Zhou, why don't you understand yet."
At this time, Zhuo Yi said: "Although smart prosthetics are good, they are not as useful as real legs."
"This...could it be a real leg transplant..." Zhou Ziyi was shocked: "But the doctor has long said that my leg has passed the best period for transplantation."
"Transplantation is too cheap. I can also do this surgery. If you want a transplant, I can help you become Urgot. It's okay to have a few more legs."
"..."
"What I'm talking to you about now is not a prosthetic limb, let alone a so-called transplant."
At this time, Zhuo Yi raised his head and stared at the young man in front of him seriously: "Let your leg grow back! Have you seen the flowers and plants in your yard? This broken leg can also be grown."