Holding the little guy's ears, Suning did not forget to congratulate Mrs. Wang: "My future son-in-law is coming to visit. Sister-in-law, you have to cook more of your specialty dishes tonight."
"And I'd like to thank you, brother. I'm afraid two jars of wine won't be enough."
Wang couldn't help but said with joy: "We have already prepared it, just waiting for An Feng to come back from Meilan Town."
"By the way, brother Yi, Hongchun hasn't told you yet, has he? You can come over for dinner in the evening, and the house will be more lively with many people accompanying you."
"He also helps us see what An Feng's character is like and whether he is worthy of being entrusted with a life without disaster."
Suning refused hypocritically: "I'll come to eat in the afternoon and again in the evening. It's too ungrateful to bother you all so much."
"Well, I'll sit here for a while, have a cup of tea and then go."
Mrs. Wang said anxiously: "That won't work. Hongchun and I have agreed that we will have to ask you to help us sell a few jars of fine wine."
"The future son-in-law comes to visit us for the first time. How can he take this lightly?"
"Don't worry, no matter how much money you have, it's all for small business, and you will never suffer a loss."
Suning said with shame: "Sister-in-law, you are out of touch when you say this. Our two families are like one family. If you want to sell something or not, just tell me how much wine you want, and I will deliver it to you when the time comes."
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"From now on, if you marry without disaster, get married without illness, all the wine and drinks are mine, and I don't want any money from you."
Mrs. Wang smiled happily, shook her rolling pin and said excitedly: "Well, that's not fun."
Xie Hongchun, who had finished changing into a new cotton-padded jacket, just walked out of the room. Looking at the two people in the hall who were being polite to each other, he waved his hand and said on the spot: "Brother Yi, since he treats us as a family, if we can't be polite to him,
, that means looking down on him."
"Go, bake your cakes. I have eaten so many cakes on weekdays, ranging from seventy to eighty-eight, including a dozen or so silver coins. I have never seen you being so pretentious as you are today."
"I told you, our brother Yi is not a stingy person."
Sitting down carelessly, Xie Hongchun fastened the buttons of his new cotton-padded jacket. He glanced at Xie Wubing, who was still crying in Suning's arms and said, "Your mother beats you for your own good."
"This is a life-long event for your sister, and it's going to be ruined by you, you bastard, with your eyes open and your lies. I..."
Chewing the roots of his teeth, Xie Hongchun said with an evil look on his face: "I have to smoke you so much that you won't be able to get out of bed for a year."
Xie Wubing cried again, completely frightened.
He was like a puppy burrowing into Suning's creaking nest, sobbing uncontrollably and saying, "Uncle Yi, even you don't believe me."
Suning smiled and said nothing, his lips did not move, but the secret voice was transmitted: "When did Uncle Yi say that he doesn't believe you?"
"You believe it, I believe it, it's useless."
"What I want is your father, your mother's letter, and your eldest sister's letter."
Xie Wubing collapsed and said, "They don't believe it."
Suning reassured: "If you don't believe it now, it doesn't mean you won't believe it tonight."
"Whether it is a human or a ghost, you will know when you come."
"No disease..."
Gently, Suning asked in his ear: "Do you like that future brother-in-law?"
The little guy didn't think twice and blurted out: "I don't like it."
Suning asked: "Why?"
Xie Wubing replied: "Uncle Yi, I told you not to tell others, especially..."
Weakly, he tilted his head and quickly glanced at the direction of the kitchen, then turned away from Xie Hongchun's serious face and said: "I met Brother An Feng four or five times when I went to the "Muxiu Building" to find the eldest sister, and every time
I always thought he was weird."
"Well, how can I describe it?"
After a moment of silence, Xie Wubing racked his brains to describe: "There is black air on his face, and it comes and goes."
"The first two times, I only saw black energy and couldn't see his face."
"The third time, my eyes seemed to have penetrated the layer of black air, and I saw that he looked like an old man."
"There is a big tumor at the corner of the right eye, bigger than my fist."
"It's so disgusting..."
Frowning, the little guy rubbed his eye sockets and said, "Uncle Yi, I suspect he is a monster, a thousand-year-old monster."
"But I have no evidence. If I say anything, I will only get a beating from my mother."
"It's strange, my eyes have been sore lately, and sometimes a thin layer of purple mist rises."
"Every time the fog rises, I see things I can't normally see."
"Uncle Yi, do you think it's possible that brother An Feng is a good man and I'm possessed by a ghost?"
"The ghost is possessed, so I can see what others can't see..."
"Forehead......"
His voice was trembling, and he lay on Suning's body and shivered.
Fear, uneasiness, helplessness.
Suning's eyes moved slightly but he didn't say much.
He would not even tell Xie Wubing that his "eye of heaven" was opened for him by himself.
For honest people, there always needs to be someone who can support the whole world.
Xie Wuhan was pregnant with a low-level Dharma, but he entered martial arts practice too late, so the important task of protecting his family had to fall on Xie Wubing, who was originally a strong-willed man.
