The farmhouse of Lao Ding's family was like a gathering of heroes from all over the world. The purpose of gathering was for Yi Muyang, who rarely came to Senzhou. Yi Muyang, who was treated as a guest, was very calm and composed, and winked at Tinglan.
, indicating whether she wanted to run away now? He didn't expect that Lao Ding would call his friends.
Can you escape?
Can!
The two of them looked at each other and understood each other. Just as they were about to walk out of the yard, Lao Ding caught him with quick eyes and hands. He had been brothers for many years, how could he not know what Yi Muyang was thinking?
"Okay, don't make trouble. They will leave after delivering the food. How can we let them make trouble when our brothers and sisters are here."
As expected, those few people were very quick to kill fish, roast lamb, and stir-fry vegetables. Everything was ready, and then they really dispersed.
This kind of relationship between friends really opened Shu Tinglan's horizons.
There was only one middle-aged man who stayed in the room. He had been silently helping out in the kitchen since he came in. He was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, but his figure looked like he had been exercising all year round and he was very strong.
Yi Muyang didn't know him either, or even met him.
It wasn't until the meal started that he served the table, sat down next to Lao Ding, and Lao Ding introduced
: "This is my cousin Ding Chi. He just returned to Senzhou from other places and stayed in my farmyard."
Cousin Ding Zhi is not as loud as Lao Ding. He is very calm and doesn't like to talk. His skin is the same rough wheat color as Lao Ding. When he looks at Yi Muyang, his eyes are sharp, even with a look of scrutiny.
This made Shu Tinglan a little uncomfortable, but Yi Muyang didn't care and didn't take it seriously. He poured a glass of wine for his cousin Ding Zhi and toasted him.
"Nice to meet you!"
Ding Chi picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Old Ding was in a good mood because of Yi Muyang's arrival. He drank a lot of wine and felt hot, so he simply changed into a pair of sports shorts in the house.
Only then did Shu Tinglan discover that Lao Ding's left leg was actually a prosthetic leg.
"You didn't scare your siblings, did you?" Old Ding asked, patting his prosthetic leg.
"No." Shu Tinglan withdrew his surprised gaze, but he was too surprised, how could he become a racing driver with such physical condition.
"Brothers and sisters, if you don't mind, I'll take off my legs. It's too hot and it's uncomfortable to cover up." Lao Ding was informal. Seeing that Shu Tinglan didn't show any disgust, he took off his legs and put them aside.
Sitting back at the dining table with hopping legs.
The more you drink, the more you talk.
"Brothers and sisters, do you know that the person I am most grateful for in this life is Ah Yang. Without him, I would be a useless person, unable to survive even the most basic life."
Lao Ding's leg was broken in an irregular competition venue, and his life was in ruins. It was Yi Muyang who was playing in the same competition at that time, who found him a hospital for surgery and rehabilitation, and then continued to help him and accepted him into the club for training.
Take him to participate in disabled competitions so that he can gradually return to the competition.