Three-and-a-half-year-old koi carp: the cute little milk bag of the group pet turns the whole dynasty Chapter 162 Even if I die, I won't recognize my master again
Chapter 162 Even if I die, I won't recognize my master again
Because her family is rich this year, Wan Niangzi has prepared four sets of cotton clothes alone, and there are all kinds of other things in a mess. I don’t know how many there are.
Fan Weiquan was speechless when he saw it: "I want to ride over there, and ride fast! How can I bring this silken tofu you made? And what kind of pastries are you doing? What are you doing with this? That's my friend over there, how can I take it with you?
After staying in Duobao, do you still need to prepare these meals?"
Madam Wan glared and said: "You only go there once a year, don't you want your child to be there? You don't bring anything with you, what are you doing there?"
"You are so old and still looking forward to it," Fan Weiquan said helplessly: "I really can't carry so many."
"Then you drive the carriage."
"I won't be able to catch the carriage in time for the Chinese New Year."
Lady Wan said: "Then don't come back. It would be nice to spend the New Year with your son there."
Fan Weiquan gasped speechlessly: "So this home is the same whether I'm here or not, right?"
Lady Wan retorted: "You just know."
A villager outside called him: "Brother Fan, Brother Fan, you have a guest at home!"
Fan Weiquan agreed and walked out quickly. He saw a young man standing upright outside. When he saw him coming out, he raised his head and looked at him. He murmured a little but did not make a sound.
Fan Weiquan saw it clearly at a glance and was surprised: "Duobao?"
He thought he had made a mistake, so he rushed out two steps further, took a look, and grabbed his shoulder: "Duobao? Is it really you? Why did you come back, and how did you get dressed like this?"
Fan Duobao was dirty and thin, with disheveled hair. He was wearing only a pair of tattered single clothes in the winter, and looked like a beggar. Fan Weiquan almost didn't dare to recognize him.
When Lady Wan came out and took a look, she was also shocked: "Bao'er! Bao'er, what's wrong with you!!"
She came out like flying and took Fan Duobao into her arms, "Bao'er, what's going on, what's going on!!"
Fan Duobao lost his guard at that time, hugged her neck and cried loudly: "Mother!! Mother!!"
This cry frightened Madam Wan. She held him in tears and cried: "Bao'er, mother, Bao'er, I have been greatly wronged. Tell me quickly, who bullied you?"
Got it!"
Fan Duobao didn't care to talk, he just cried loudly. The two of them didn't even get in the door, so they hugged each other and cried non-stop.
Mrs. Fan got the message and quickly came over to take a look. She stretched out her hand and said, "Go inside first. It's such a cold day. Duobao is wearing so little, so don't freeze!"
As soon as she said don't freeze, Mrs. Wan came to her senses, hugged her son with both hands, and carried her into the house.
A fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy who had practiced martial arts in primary school. He had lumps all over his body. He looked thin but was actually very heavy. I didn’t know how she was able to hold her.
Mrs. Fan looked at it and shook her head. She quickly went to the stove to light the fire and boiled the water. When it started to smell a little white, she took it out and poured it into a basin. She asked Fan Duobao to quickly wash and change clothes.
After this washing, not to mention Lady Wan, even Lady Fan couldn't bear it anymore.
The frostbite on this hand is rotten and pitted, the skin is layer by layer of chapped black, and the nails are completely bald. It doesn't look like a child's hand at all.
Madam Wan was crying so hard that she couldn't lift her head. Madam Fan still held on and helped her scrub slowly. Her tears fell into the basin and she choked with sobs: "Duobao, what's going on? What's going on?
Son?"
Fan Duobao cried heartbreakingly, but now he calmed down. He looked at his hands quietly for a long time before saying, "They all bullied me."
His voice was very low, and Fan Weiquan couldn't bear it for a long time. As soon as he heard this, he asked in a deep voice: "Who? Who bullied you? Tell me clearly!"
Fan Duobao stopped talking again. Lady Wan anxiously hugged his shoulders and shook her: "Baoer, Baoer, you are talking. Who bullied you?"
Fan Duobao's tears welled up in large drops, but his face showed no expression. He repeated in a low voice, "They, all of them, bullied me."
"Why did they bully you?" Wan Niangzi asked repeatedly: "Why did they bully you? Did they beat you?"
Fan Duobao shook his head and said nothing. Fan Weiquan became anxious, "You should tell me! Don't make your mother anxious! Your aunt is still here to serve you! Tell me about you. They always say that they bully you. How did they bully you?"
You should make it clear!"
Fan Duobao raised his head and looked at him deeply. His eyes were not like those of a child at all: "What can I do if I tell you?"
Fan Weiquan was very happy: "What do you mean? How can I know what's going on if you don't tell me? How can I solve it for you? You kid, these are all bad habits you learned from somewhere. I'm your father.
I still owe you, right? What a weird way to say it?"
Fan Duobao looked at him silently for a while, then lowered his head. No matter how he asked, he stopped talking, and Fan Duobao was still feeling angry.
People like Fan Weiquan are not really people in the martial arts world. His kung fu is better than that of Tang Youxiang, but he is just average in the martial arts world.
But Fan Duobao has been smart, flexible and outstanding since he was a child. Fan Weiquan's master said that he is a good swordsman, so Fan Weiquan has always wanted to find a suitable master of swordsmanship for him to be his master.
Later, I met a friend in the martial arts world, Li Junzhang of the Changshan Sword Sect. The two were friends in times of need. Later, Li Junzhang took the initiative to propose to accept Fan Duobao as his disciple. Of course, Fan Weiquan was delighted and hurriedly sent his son over.
Fan Duobao was lively and smart when he was a child, but every time he saw him, he became more and more silent, saying that they all bullied him. Fan Wei was not at ease at all, so he licked his face and went to see Li Junzhang, and he felt better, but
When we met again the next year, Fan Duobao was even more silent.
But later, Li Junzhang became the leader of the Changshan Sword Sect and became increasingly busy. Fan Weiquan wanted to visit again, but even though he gave him a new year's gift, he couldn't see anyone else.
Fan Weiquan had no choice but to ask his son to endure it. Anyway, nothing would happen if the children were quarreling with each other.
Unexpectedly, he actually came back this year.
Fan Weiquan frowned for a long time and threatened him, "If you don't explain clearly, I will send you back tomorrow and ask your master personally!"
Fan Duobao's whole body was shocked and he suddenly raised his head: "I won't go back! I will never go back again!"
"What?" Fan Weiquan became angry when he heard this: "What do you mean you won't go back? Once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. How can you deny your master over a trivial matter?"
Madam Fan said anxiously: "Don't be anxious, why are you so angry? Let Duobao explain clearly first."
She put her arms around Fan Duobao's shoulders and coaxed softly: "Good boy, don't be stubborn with your father. Speak slowly."
Fan Duobao threw her hand away and gritted his teeth: "I just don't recognize him! Even if I die, I will never recognize that person as my master again!"
"You are dead and alive! What is your attitude!" Fan Weiquan was completely angry: "You have grown up, you are angry outside, and you lose your temper with your family! Are you still justified in denying master? Master Li and I
We are brothers and sisters, and we treat you with sincerity and sincerity. How can we still treat you so poorly? Even if there is some discord between you senior fellow apprentices, it’s just children fooling around, and you don’t recognize your master just because of this?”
Tang Mingqi and others finished their work and were about to come over to see their cousin. Before they reached the door, they heard their uncle getting angry in a loud voice.
Mrs. Fan quickly came out and pushed them out: "Don't go in yet. The two of you are fighting. They are both ass-tempered and won't listen to advice. I'll see you later."
She was also worried, and kept looking back. She walked back halfway and said, "Tell me about your uncle's temper. If it doesn't work, I'm not worried. You go back first and I'll take a look."