Seeing the strange look on her mother's face, Wen Ziling hurriedly said, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
The disabled woman suddenly woke up as if from a dream, her sharp eyes fixed on the young man's face, and asked sternly: "What is your surname and your name?"
Ximen Lang had no good impression of her and said coldly: "Tell me first, why do you want to kill me?"
"Because your face... makes me uncomfortable." The disabled woman replied lightly.
Ximen Lang was extremely surprised. This woman was really cruel. She would kill her with a flying knife when she looked uncomfortable. It was really unheard of. Suddenly, he took out his May 4th pistol and pointed it at the woman's forehead, and said with a murderous look on his face: "I
You feel uncomfortable now..."
Wen Ziling screamed and hurriedly stepped in front of her mother, "Don't... you must not do this?"
Ximen Lang was really angry. He had never seen such a cruel woman. He had no reason to let go of those who wanted to kill him. However, when the girl who had just helped him to resist danger blocked the murderer, she looked at him charmingly.
face, he hesitated!
The disabled woman said calmly: "Zi Ling, get out of the way. I want to see how this kid kills me. I didn't expect that at such a young age, he has the courage to point a gun at me."
Wen Ziling said angrily: "Mom, please stop saying a few words. It's not like you want to hurt people as soon as we meet."
While the two sides were in a stalemate, the strange monk appeared at the door. The woven bag behind him had disappeared. He came over when he saw what was happening here.
After Wen Ziling glanced at him, she hurriedly said: "Put the gun away quickly. My father is here. He has a bad temper. If you take a gun, it will be detrimental to you."
Ximen Lang was even more surprised. It turned out that this girl was the daughter of Master Wen. But wasn’t Master Wen a monk? How could he have a daughter? Thinking that Master Wen was kind to him, since the disabled woman opposite him was his wife, no matter what he said,
To save face, he lowered the gun in his hand, put it in his pocket, turned his head and said very respectfully: "Master, you are well."
The strange monk's eyes were clear at this time. He looked him up and down, as if he recognized who the boy was. He turned to the disabled woman and said, "Jiao'er, go get some food and wine. I want to drink with him."
Both mother and daughter were stunned, and the disabled woman quickly asked: "Master, do you know this kid?"
Ximen Lang frowned, what does this mean? Wen Ziling called Master Wen daddy. Logically speaking, that woman is her mother and should be Master Wen's wife. However, she also called Master Wen master, what a mess!
The strange monk nodded, "I know him, go ahead."
The disabled woman understood in her heart that although her husband suffered an accident and became mentally ill, and was sometimes lucid and confused, but it could be seen from his eyes that he was definitely awake. She promised, "I know, I'll get ready right away." She leaned on her arm.
He turned around and left with crutches.
Wen Ziling said hurriedly: "Since you know my father, then chat with him for a while, and I will help mother prepare something to eat."
Ximenlang nodded, "Go ahead."
Wen Ziling followed the disabled woman into the house. The strange monk glanced at Ximen Lang and said, "Follow me." He led the boy to the osmanthus tree, where there was a low table and several
Small bench. "Sit down." He took the lead and sat on the bench.
Ximen Lang sat down opposite him and asked curiously: "Master Wen, is this your home?"
The strange monk's eyes suddenly became confused and he remained silent, as if he didn't hear his question at all.
At this time, Wen Ziling came over carrying a 20-pound plastic wine bucket and two sea bowls, put the bowls on the table and set them up, put the wine bucket next to the table, and said apologetically: "My dad has been like this for many years.
Don’t be surprised if you are confused for a while and then you understand.”
Ximenlang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."
Wen Ziling said: "As long as you don't care, can I ask what your name is?"
"Of course, my name is Ximen Lang."
"Wait a minute, I'll bring you some food and drinks."
"It's not too much trouble, as long as you have wine."
Wen Ziling smiled coquettishly and said, "It's no trouble. You are my father's friend and a distinguished guest of our family. You should be treated warmly." After saying these words, she returned to the house.
Although the house is dilapidated and the furnishings inside are simple, it is very clean and tidy. In the kitchen, a disabled woman was cutting four salted eggs in half. When she saw her daughter coming in, she hurriedly asked: "Have you asked, is this guy...
Isn’t your surname Zhang?”
Wen Ziling walked up to her and said, "I asked just now. His surname is not Zhang at all, his name is Ximen Lang."
The disabled woman frowned and said to herself: "Why isn't his surname Zhang? But why is he so similar to that person?"
"Who does he look like?" Wen Ziling asked curiously.
The disabled woman gritted her teeth and spit out three words, "Zhang... Xiao... Feng..."
Wen Ziling said "Ah" in surprise. She was no stranger to this name. As long as she could remember, her mother had told her that in this world, there was a person who had a blood feud with her mother. He must not be allowed to live in this world.
, he is "Zhang Xiaofeng!" However, she has never seen him.
"Could it be...that Zhang Xiaofeng looks like this?" she asked in surprise.
"There are many similarities between them, especially their faces and eyes, so that when I first saw him, I thought he was that bastard, so I shot a flying knife and tried to kill him."
Wen Ziling sighed: "Mom's flying knife is still so accurate. If I had reacted a little slower, the boy would have been stabbed to the core by the flying knife."
The disabled woman praised: "Zi Ling, your kung fu has indeed improved by leaps and bounds during this period. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to catch my flying knife."
Wen Ziling thought to herself, thanks to my improvement in martial arts these days, otherwise that kid would have been the target of your sword! Watching her mother cut the salted eggs and put them on the plate, she put the fried soybeans with salt on the plate.
She said, "I'll deliver it to them." She walked out carrying two plates of food and drinks.
Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Ximen Lang poured two large bowls of wine. Before he could greet him, the strange monk opposite had already picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. When he put the bowl down, he regained consciousness, showed an ugly smile, and said:
"Hurry up and drink. Last time you invited me to drink, this time I will treat you."
"Then I'm not welcome." Ximen Lang picked up the wine bowl and drank heavily, feeling that drinking like this was very enjoyable.
It happened that Wen Ziling came out at this time and saw him drinking so generously. She couldn't help but feel a little dazed. She thought to herself: This young man is really a man. Apart from my own father, I have never seen any man drink like this!
PS: Today is the third chapter, and there is another chapter, so stay tuned.