Cheng Zhongqian has been good-looking since he was a child, and the older he gets, the better he looks.
He is a well-known handsome man in the capital.
In Cheng Yun's impression, his father had been a jerk, but he had never been fat or ugly.
But now...
Cheng Yun's expression was a little dazed.
Cheng Zhongqian even felt like he was "siting up in shock when he was dying". He sat up and touched his belly and then his arms, only to feel a thunderbolt from the blue and five thunders hitting his head.
Why are his arms covered with fat, and why are there layers of fat on his belly?!
He touched his face again and felt the big beard on one hand.
He has never looked in the mirror since he came to Beihe Village, no, I should say since he was exiled, so he has no way of imagining how honorable he will look now.
If his wife saw what he looked like now, she would definitely be very disgusted.
Cheng Zhongqian was suddenly agitated and opened his mouth in a hurry: "Where's the mirror? Take the mirror..."
He suddenly changed his attention: "Forget it, there's no need to take it."
My wife won't see it anyway.
From being anxious to feeling despair, Cheng Zhongqian lay down again.
"Dad, do you want to get up and move around?" Cheng Yun persuaded.
Cheng Zhongqian waved his hand and told him to go away.
Cheng Yun said: "Dad, get up. Don't lie down all the time. You definitely don't want your mother to see you like this, right?"
Cheng Zhongqian endured it again and again, but finally couldn't help showing a hint of grievance: "She won't come to me."
"But you can always meet again." Cheng Yun said, "Erlang and I are still here, so my mother won't even give up on her son."
Although Cheng Zhongqian was a little jealous, he had to admit that what he said made sense.
Cheng Zhongqian thought for a moment, lifted the quilt and climbed up.
Seeing his father standing motionless in the yard, Cheng Yun suggested: "Dad, you haven't seen what Beihe Village looks like, why don't you go and take a stroll?"
Before Cheng Zhongqian could refuse, Cheng Yun added to his weakness: "When mother comes, you can also talk to her. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"
Cheng Zhongqian thought about it and felt it made sense.
Lingbao sat on the bench, moved his buttocks, and asked curiously: "Where are you going, daddy?"
She was still a little angry, but she couldn't help but care about her father.
Cheng Yun suddenly came up with an idea: "Daddy wants to take a walk in the village, do you want Lingbao to lead the way?"
Lingbao nodded readily: "Okay, I'll lead the way for daddy."
Cheng Zhongqian is dispensable.
Lingbao jumped up to Cheng Zhongqian, looked up at him, felt a little happy, and said: "Dad, you have to follow me closely later."
Cheng Zhongqian said lightly "Yeah".
He corrected me countless times, but the corrections were in vain. He didn't even bother to correct me anymore.
Cheng Yi asked bluntly: "Brother, aren't you afraid that dad will throw away the Ling Bao halfway?"
Cheng Yun...he was really worried.
After thinking about it, Cheng Yun decided to follow him and followed quietly. Cheng Yi didn't feel like staying by himself, so he followed him.
The first time he was alone with his father, Ling Bao felt it was very strange. He would look up and glance at Cheng Zhongqian after taking two steps.
She made fists with her two little hands, rubbed them together, and reached out cautiously.
Cheng Zhongqian was stunned and looked down at Ling Bao.
The little girl's soft little hand held one of his fingers, not daring to look at him. She lowered her head, her hair was tied with two buds, and underneath were two small braids, revealing the tips of her two red ears, and her cheerful smile.
corner of mouth.
Cheng Zhongqian was silent for a moment and took out his hand.
I got daddy, Lingbao thought excitedly, hehe.
"Dad, where do you want to go?" Lingbao asked, "This is my uncle's house, this is Aunt Guihua's house, and this is the village chief's uncle's house that you have met. The village chief's uncle and aunt are very nice!"
Noisy.
Cheng Zhongqian thought expressionlessly.
"Shut up, I'll ask you naturally if I want to know."
Lingbao said "oh" obediently.
The king said "poof": "What are you doing? Be careful that we won't accompany you!"
Lingbao said: "Your Majesty, don't be angry. I seem to have talked too much and made too much noise."
King: "I just think it would be better to be more lively. Your father is too boring."
Ling Bao also feels that the father now is different from the father in the dream.
The father in the dream always smiled and would hold her and her mother in his arms. But now the father always seems to be unhappy.
This was the first time Cheng Zhongqian walked out of that courtyard.
The villagers were whispering among themselves. Some said he was tall, some said they didn't know what he had committed, and some said why Lingbao was living in their house.
...But no one said that he was suave and good-looking.
Even the common people looked down on him. This huge gap made Cheng Zhongqian very depressed and his face looked ugly. It was just that his beard was blocking his face, so he couldn't see clearly.
He touched his face and even wanted to go home and shave immediately.
Cheng Zhongqian lowered his head and glanced at the child walking beside him obediently.
When he walked, Lingbao followed him. When he stopped, Lingbao squatted down and played with the king. He was so good.
"Hey, kid."
Ling Bao poked the king's flesh pad and compared it with his own hand. He was having fun playing such a monotonous game.
"Lingbao, your father seems to be calling you," the king said.
Lingbao: "Ah?"
"Child, let me ask you, am I ugly now?" Cheng Zhongqian asked awkwardly. For some reason, he clenched his fists nervously.
The king's little eyes are wary. This dad won't wait for Lingbao to answer "ugly" before beating her up, right? It's a bit unreliable. He has to protect Lingbao!
The king moved between the two of them, staring at Cheng Zhongqian with his sky-blue cat eyes, I'm looking at you!
Lingbao corrected him seriously: "Dad, I'm not a child. You want to call me Lingbao."
Cheng Zhongqian was not very willing, but now he had something to ask for.
"Ling Bao, am I ugly now?"
Lingbao tilted his head, as if he was thinking about this question carefully.
Cheng Zhongqian licked his dry lips.
"You're not ugly. Daddy is the prettiest." Ling Bao's eyes turned into crescents when he smiled, and he was sincere at first glance.
Cheng Zhongqian was suddenly startled, how could these eyes look so familiar.
"Dad, I think you will look better if you shave your beard." Ling Bao rubbed his cheeks with his little hands.
I wanted to touch daddy's beard, but I couldn't reach it, huh.
Cheng Zhongqian came back to his senses, glanced at her one more time, and then continued walking forward. Ling Bao and Da Wang quickly followed.
Lingbao said to the king in his heart: "Daddy, do you like me a little bit?"
The king was silent, a little suspenseful.
After walking around in a circle, Cheng Zhongqian returned home and immediately asked Cheng Yun for a bronze mirror and scissors.
"Dad, do you want to trim your beard yourself?" Cheng Yun asked.
Cheng Zhongqian nodded and stretched out his hand urging him.
Cheng Yun said: "Dad, you haven't repaired it yourself. Don't scratch your face and leave scars. It's better not to take risks."
When he was in the capital, there were servants who trimmed his beard, but how could he do it?
Cheng Zhongqian's face was full of displeasure: "Then I have to keep a beard all the time?"
"When I went to the county town a few days ago, I seemed to see a hair-shaving stall. Dad, please come with us next time." Cheng Yun was still a little nervous, fearing that his father would not be willing.
Seeing Cheng Zhongqian's reluctance, but still nodded, he smiled, his mother's name was really useful.