"It's not that you're not in good health, it's mainly because you smoked too much, exercised too little, and didn't undergo special conditioning in the later period."
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the yard: "In the early years, because of my mother, you drank to relieve your sorrows every day without thinking about your own health at all."
"I work in the fields during the day, and I am exhausted. At night, I secretly hide in my room and drink, acting like a drunk."
"How many cigarettes do you smoke in a night? Two packs or three packs?"
The courtyard door opened without wind, and Suning appeared in the black mist. He landed beside the well with a smile and said: "Dad, the third uncle will be the third elder of Kunlun. He has a lot of cultivation. Even if he is trapped by love and pretends to be crazy, he is not an ordinary mortal after all.
's physique."
"You don't want to learn from him, you just learn to smoke from him, this..."
The words were so narrow that Suning sat on the edge of the well with his hands on his knees and said, "Can you blame me and my sister for not living up to expectations?"
Su Mingkang turned around suddenly, thinking that he had heard wrongly or was hallucinating.
He rubbed his eye sockets hard and muttered: "Is it Ning Zi? No, it can't be Ning Zi."
"Ningzi is in the fairy world, how could he come back at this time?"
"Tong Yuan, Tong Yuan, come out and take a look."
"Ouch......"
In a panic, he accidentally bumped into the lounge chair under the eaves.
He immediately grimaced in pain and sucked in cold air.
Suning couldn't help laughing, her cheeks twitched and said: "Dad, I'm hungry. I want to eat the egg noodles made by my mother and the pickles fried by you yourself."
Su Mingkang was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it for a long time.
But soon, he reacted, regardless of the pain in his knees, he rushed towards the yard with joy and said, "Is it really Ning Zi?"
"Wenxuan, Wenxuan."
"Tong Yuan..."
He raised his voice and said with tears in his eyes: "Hurry, our little Ningzi is back."
Half an hour later, the living room was brightly lit.
Su Mingkang and Fang Wenxuan were busy in the kitchen, one making egg noodles for their baby son, and the other frying pickles for his baby boy.
Suning lay lazily on the sofa, chatting with her elder sister Su Tongyuan about the trivial things that had happened in the past few years.
"Sister Zhixia is married? Wow, not bad, not bad. I'm really happy and congratulated."
"Did you make up for a congratulatory gift for me?"
"Oh, what does the man do?"
"Meng Fan also got married? Last March?"
"Pei Chuan? I have met Pei Chuan. He and Qin Yu finally achieved enlightenment and gave birth to a daughter named Pei Lingyi."
"Sister, I'm not talking about you, at your age..."
Hesitating to speak, Suning asked in a low voice: "Do you really plan to live alone all your life?"
Su Tongyuan said arrogantly: "What's so good about getting married? It's not as good as being free alone."
"Okay, I'm tired of being urged to get married by my parents every day at home. You don't want to open or lift any pot, but you only choose me to pinch me in pain."
"Do I have a brother like you? He doesn't feel sorry for me at all."
As she talked, she felt aggrieved and said with tears in her eyes: "I am not as lucky as you to be able to meet the destined marriage."
"Not being married is my final bottom line. I don't want to get married for the sake of getting married, and my avatar is Xiao Minghe..."
Halfway through her words, she seemed to have thought of something. She immediately shrank her neck like an ostrich and said hesitantly: "I, I'll go outside and see if the clothes are put away."
Suning said "Yes" softly and didn't ask any more questions.
Until the egg noodles were served on the table, until Fang Wenxuan and his wife sat down around him.
Until Fang Wenyan received the news and rushed over in a hurry.
Until the sound transmission jade slip sent by Dao Huo'er emerged from the void.
At that moment, Suning shed tears on the spot, unable to hold back the suppressed sadness in her heart any longer.
He couldn't drag it down anymore, and he couldn't drag it down anymore.
