After returning to the inn and picking up the package, he went downstairs and handed over the money directly to the little second brother, and Wuyin immediately left, and Wuhua left in a hurry at that time, it was very likely that he went to Jinan to fight Nangong Ling's idea.

Wuyin has mixed feelings, Wuhua is Nangong Ling's biological brother, and there is a blood relationship between them, it stands to reason that Wuhua should not hurt Nangong Ling, but Wuyin is not sure. When they were in Quanzhou, did those Dongying ronins who suddenly died of collective poisoning really poison themselves? And why are they so light that they can set up an ambush to catch these people, obviously they haven't been found for so long.

These must have the handiwork of Wuhua, and the person without flowers is not a good person.

Even if Nangong Ling and Wuhua are related by blood, how much time have they lived together? There are very few, how can there be a strong family affection? If an ordinary person is silent, he may still believe it, but that person is a flowerless, he doesn't believe it.

Wuhua is not here, Wuyin is too lazy to disguise, and directly changed back to the appearance and clothes of his beggar gang, and has been wearing the clothes of this beggar gang, but he is not used to wearing those layers of clothes like bamboo shoots.

In the past few days, he has been traveling day and night, not daring to rest for a moment, and only thinking about one thought in his heart - to go back.

In fact, he was not only afraid that Nangong Ling would be injured, but he was faintly uneasy in his heart, he was afraid of losing this son.

Nangong Ling practiced martial arts hard every day in the rudder, and always remembered to practice calligraphy every day, but every night, he saw that the next room was quiet, and when he opened the door, it was empty. Even if the things inside have always been well placed and not empty, but without the familiar person, he just feels empty and unaccustomed.

"Daddy, when will he come back?" His clean eyes showed a sense of loss, and it was really like not seeing each other for a day.

There was no one living in the house for a few days, but there was already a thin layer of ash on it, Nangong Ling looked at it and thought that Wuyin was a very clean person, so he went to get a rag and a basin full of water to wipe it up.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "Who's inside." ”

As soon as Nangong Ling heard it, he heard that it was his uncle, so he replied: "Uncle, it's me." ”

Ren Ci was a little curious, what was Nangong Ling doing in the silent room without sleeping this big night? So he walked in softly, and as soon as he entered, he saw Nangong Ling leaning over and wiping the floor with a rag.

Nangong Ling wiped the beads of sweat from his head and looked up: "Uncle." ”

"It's so late, go to sleep." Ren Ci didn't dare to move at all now, for fear of staining the floor that Nangong Ling had wiped clean.

Nangong Ling shook his head: "I'm not sleepy, I'll finish wiping it with a little left." ”

Seeing that Nangong Ling was full of vitality, Ren Ci smiled lovingly: "Good boy, then you can go and rest after wiping." ”

"Well, good night, uncle."

"Good night." Ren Ci nodded, turned around and jumped out of the door, and really didn't stain the floor inside at all.

Nangong Ling squinted his eyes and smiled sweetly, it's good to have an uncle and a father who care about themselves together.

In a moment, he became more energetic and wiped faster and faster, and it didn't take long to wipe the rest clean. After wiping it, it felt much more refreshing, in fact, the change was just a little bit, but in his heart, he felt that it was very big, very big.

He clapped his hands and was satisfied, then went to pour out the dirty water, washed up again, and went back to his room to sleep.

The next few days were as peaceful as usual.

In the past few days, Wuyin was exhausted, and finally returned to the chief helm of the beggar gang as fast as possible, and as soon as he came to the chief helm, he didn't have time to say hello to others, he came directly to Nangong Ling's study.

He was so anxious that he pushed it open without even knocking on the door, the door creaked, and Nangong Ling, who was writing, suddenly raised his head and immediately showed a happy face: "Dad, you're back!" ”

"Hmm." Wuyin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, looking at Ling'er's appearance like this, he thought that there was nothing wrong.

After chatting for a while as usual, Wuyin was urged by Nangong Ling to rest, Nangong Ling pouted and said, "Dad, look at you, your face is so bad, you are old." ”

"Hmm." Wuyin kept smiling at his son's expression, and didn't reply to any long words, only a simple "um".

Nangong Ling wondered in his heart, did his father hide something from him?

"Dad, do you have anything on your mind?" Nangong Ling asked directly, and with Wuyin, he didn't have to hide his doubts.

Wuyin immediately shook his head: "No, I'm just a little tired, I'm going to rest." Wuyin immediately turned around and went back to the room, which was quite a sense of running away.

Nangong Ling held his chin and looked at it suspiciously, his father was strange. He shrugged helplessly, it must be that Daddy is too tired and tired. Even if he has doubts in his heart, he will think of all kinds of reasons to excuse his father.

As a filial son, what should I do at this time? Well, prepare something delicious for Daddy, you must be hungry after a full night's sleep.

Now he is not in a hurry, his father is estimated to sleep for an hour or two, he can go and continue to practice calligraphy first, and wait for half an hour before his father wakes up to go to the right time.

He was thinking happily, but the silence in the room was just lying there and not sleeping, and he looked sideways in the direction of the door. His heart settled down a little, but he still kept beating, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gasped.

No flowers, is it not yet there?

He was now curious to know if Wuhua hadn't come or not, and at the speed at which he was going, it was indeed very likely that he would get here before Wuhua arrived.

It seemed that he couldn't be careless in the next few days, so he covered his eyes with his hands, and then fell weakly as his eyes closed. He was really tired, and no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't withstand such a long journey.

"Sleep well." He muttered to himself and tucked his quilt.

As soon as he fell asleep, he slept very soundly, and when Nangong Ling, who was writing, was counting the time, how many words he could write in an hour, so the time of two hours was probably so much.

He kept counting as he wrote, and when he had finished writing the number he had set, he hurried to the kitchen.

The uncle in the kitchen wiped his hand when he saw Nangong Ling's arrival, and then asked, "Is it the deputy gang leader who is back?" ”

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." The uncle was very conscious, very skillful, packed his things and went out.

Nangong Ling pursed his lips and looked at the dishes on the table and on the ground, he decided to boil a bowl of porridge for his father. He knew very well that if his father had been in a hurry, he would definitely not have eaten well, so at this time, it was better not to eat too greasy, light was the best.

He smiled and picked up the kitchen knife and cut the washed vegetables into uniform sizes and then put them on the plate for later use, and cut the meat into pieces of small diced meat, although it was light, but his father still loved meat, and it was a good choice to put some diced meat.

Jingling and crackling, the kitchen is filled with the smell of porridge.

After lifting the lid of the pot, the taste was in full bloom, Nangong Ling took a deep breath and looked at the porridge in the pot with a smile: "Great, well done and successful." ”

He couldn't help but put a bowl of porridge into his stomach, and his eyes lit up: "It's so delicious, Dad, he will definitely like it." ”

This was the most successful he had ever done, and he was so satisfied that he immediately served a large bowl to Wuyin.

When he arrived at the door, there was nothing in the room except the sound of quiet sleeping breathing, and he couldn't help muttering: "It's been two hours, and Daddy hasn't woken up yet." ”

He looked at the porridge in the bowl and was just about to leave, when the door behind him was opened, and Wuyin was dressed in obscene clothes and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Ahh He woke up Daddy.

Wuyin glanced at Nangong Ling's tight porridge and smiled faintly: "Send me food, come in and eat together." ”

"Hmm." Nangong Ling nodded and stepped in.

The two of them sat down with each other, and when Wuyin was about to take a spoon to serve porridge, Nangong Ling had already started to help him get it all ready. Nangong Ling handed the bowl over, looked at Wuyin with a blank eye, took it and drank it, he asked confidently, "Dad, how is it?" ”

Silent smiled comfortably: "It's delicious." ”

Looking at his son's bright smiling face, how could Wuyin be willing to lose him, how could he be willing to let him be hurt.

Wuyin's heart sank, although he still smiled, drank bowl after bowl, and drank a little belly.

Nangong Ling was very satisfied with the clean bowls, and he happily picked them up and went out. Silent eyes drooped, and he sighed, "Should I tell Sù Ling'er the truth?" ”

It's better for him to sue Nangong Ling than for others to sue him, but suddenly sue Ling'er like this, you are not his biological son, your own father was killed by his brother Wuyin, what will happen to Ling'er?

Will it be difficult to accept, so I don't recognize him and leave the beggar gang.

But if Wuhua tells Nangong Ling later, I don't know if it will add oil and vinegar and let Ling'er do something against her heart.

A lie is a lie after all, and it will be exposed one day, and it is impossible to hide it to the end.

Ling'er's fifteenth birthday is approaching, and he can be regarded as an adult, so why don't you wait for Ling'er to tell him the truth after her birthday.

Silent eyes deepened a lot, he paced to the cabinet and took out a box from inside, he stroked it gently with his hand, hoping that Ling'er would like this gift.