Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Brothers and Friends
A tear rolled out of Song Huiyue's big eyes. She couldn't believe it was her Qinghui.
She is the moon, and her brother is the Qinghui emitted by the moon. How could she let Qinghui become like this?
Song Qinghui stared at her blankly, his eyes wide and round, his mouth slightly open. The cat in his hand immediately ran away from his arms when he saw the stranger. His hands were still in an embracing posture.
Change.
Then he blinked hard, trying to see if the sister in front of him was real.
He always saw his sister in his dreams. She took him to shoot sparrows with a slingshot, and he was able to hit sparrows from the sky to the ground in one go. He was so happy that when he woke up when he was happy, his sister disappeared.
So much so that he dare not be happy now.
After blinking hard, he finally confirmed that the person in front of him was Song Huiyue.
His sister is here to pick him up!
He jumped up suddenly, with a huge and bright smile on his face. Just as he was about to shout loudly, he saw Song Huiyue put her index finger to her mouth and let out a soft shush.
He quickly closed his mouth tightly, fearing that the joy would overflow from his mouth unconsciously, so he covered it tightly with his hands.
When Song Huiyue came closer, he opened his mouth a small gap, and his voice was thin and small, and the air spurted out from the gap: "Sister!"
She was still happy, couldn't be happier, so her eyes were bright, and she freed up a hand to hold Song Huiyue's hand hard, not allowing her to run away anymore.
"Brother!" Song Huiyue was also happy, but she was a little more rational than Song Qinghui. She knew that it was not the time to be happy now, and they could slowly be happy after they left the Zhang family.
She pulled Song Qinghui and walked out quickly, leaving the deserted courtyard behind. She seemed to be running for her life, but in fact she had nowhere to go.
It was absolutely impossible to take the beggar-like Song Qinghui and sneak out with the women. The Zhang family was full of people coming and going today. Wherever Song Qinghui showed up, there would be screams.
The two of them simply became trapped animals.
Under the light, Song Huiyue kept looking back at Song Qinghui. Song Qinghui was not anxious, there was only happiness in his eyes, and he looked like he was dancing while walking, breathing heavily as he walked.
Song Huiyue paid attention to him, dodged left and right to avoid the figure, and went straight to the front yard.
Since there is no way to get through the backyard, just go out through the front door openly.
In full view of the public, the Zhang family was just trying to avenge her for trespassing. It could not be said that Qinghui was not her brother. As long as Qinghui could be taken out, it would be fine to go to jail.
After being imprisoned, everyone returns to their respective places, taking revenge when they deserve revenge and killing when they deserve to be killed.
As long as you can walk through it.
The three fathers and sons of the Zhang family were in the backyard at this time. Prime Minister Zhang went to see his grandson, leaving only the two brothers sitting in the study with big eyes and small eyes.
The elder Zhang Xuling could not sit still when facing his younger brother Zhang Xutang, wishing he could get up immediately and go out to entertain the guests.
In the eyes of outsiders, this little brother looks like a playboy, but in his eyes, he is just a stick of poison - and it is extremely poisonous. Once he takes it, his liver and intestines will be broken immediately, and it will be difficult for gods to save him.
Fortunately, as a member of the Zhang family, he did not have to take this poison, but just sitting next to Zhang Xutang, he felt that the poisonous gas on Zhang Xutang was invisibly poisoning him.
Not only was he poisoned, but the entire Zhang family was secretly exuding an evil aura.
Therefore, even though he got his legitimate son, his face was even uglier than if his legitimate son died.
Zhang Xutang was leaning on the recliner with a tiger-headed stick at his hand.
After nearly two months of self-cultivation, the muscles he had lost had grown back, and he was no longer emaciated. However, he had been kept at home without seeing the sun, and his face became paler and paleer, without any color.
He had been injured for a hundred days, but it was less than a hundred days old, but his bones had already grown strong, so he tried to get down to the ground and use a tiger stick to walk.
Every step he took, he felt pain, not from his bones, but from his muscles.
As soon as he stepped on the sole of his foot, a tendon seemed to be misplaced, stretching from the sole of his foot to the root of his thigh. It hurt so much that he was sweating from the top of his head.
The first time he walked in the field, he even wanted to take a knife to pick out the tendon.
However, he couldn't really take action. He cherished himself the most. A hair of his own was more valuable than other people's lives, so he could only continue walking.
The more painful it is, the more you have to walk away, and you must stretch this tendon severely, otherwise you will be controlled by it for the rest of your life.
Every time his legs hurt, he would think of Song Huiyue, the original creator of the figurines.
Just like now, he was rubbing his legs and thinking about how to break one of Song Huiyue's legs.
As for the new eldest nephew of the Zhang family, he was neither fucked nor born in his belly, so he was not very interested.
It's just that this little baby got lucky and was born into Zhang's family. He took the surname Zhang and became a family with him.
So Zhang Xuling and his legitimate son were both lucky.
Zhang Xuling felt like sitting on pins and needles, searching his intestines and stomach for a moment, then whispered: "Why aren't you here yet? I'm still waiting in front. I'll go take a look."
"Brother, you don't want to see me so much?" Zhang Xutang looked at him with a half-smile, "Sit for a while. This time when I came back from Tanzhou, I felt that brothers should be close to each other. We were too distant before.
"
"Ha... Intimacy means being close." When Zhang Xuling heard that Poison himself wanted to be intimate with him, he was so frightened that Tian Ling Gai almost flew up. "Before... I was too busy."
He didn't dare to move his butt off the stool, so he sat down again.
If he doesn't follow Zhang Xutang's advice, he will end up with a cold look from his father and a scolding from his mother-in-law.
I don’t know where Zhang Xutang came from so many principles, but he always pinned him on the wrong side.
Zhang Xuling, who suddenly became dwarfed, no longer seemed to be the eldest brother of the family, but a walking zombie at the mercy of Zhang Xutang.
Zhang Xutang took a sip of hot tea and put down the cup: "Brother, have you seen the silly boy I brought back?"
"I've seen it before," Zhang Xuling said with a look of dismay, "Second son... Since he is of great use, don't do anything to him..."
He did not dare to continue speaking, for fear that Zhang Xutang would use words to stab him again.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xutang did not refute him, but nodded in agreement: "I am busy with my legs right now and have no time to pay attention to him. Brother is right, I will take good care of him tomorrow."
Pack it up, I won’t hide it from my brother, I like this silly boy very much."
Zhang Xuling didn't believe a word of this, but Zhang Xutang didn't lie to him this time.
Song Qinghui's stupidity, his innocence, his sincerity, his lack of pretensions, his caring eyes, and even his satisfaction when eating, all quietly nourished Zhang Xutang.
It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman, Zhang Xutang just needs Song Qinghui and hopes that Song Qinghui will always be the innocent and innocent boy he is today, accompanying him with all his heart and eyes.
Just when Zhang Xutang was about to have a friendly relationship with his eldest brother, Lao Wei walked in and looked at Zhang Xuling as if he was nothing. He only bowed to Zhang Xutang and whispered a few words.
Then Zhang Xutang stood up with a bang and issued the most concise order.