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How could Zhao Feng not know his father's temper, it seemed that he had won, and his father had let him win, so it was already very good. Now he just needs to make Qinghe change his mind, admit him as his father, and give him a chance to compensate for his absence over the years.

"What's going on with him and his sister-in-law?" The old lady also had a big opinion about the fact that no one left next to the brother and sister, "Are you sure he likes the Cen family girl?" ”

Zhao Feng's figure paused slightly, "I have inquired very clearly, when Qinghe was the nurse of the hospital earlier, he was very attentive to Miss Cen, and now he can't remember the past for the time being, so he has some points." If the two can get along more, Qinghe should still like it, let alone recover his memory in the future. As for him and Miss Xia, it's just a brother and sister relationship, but there are no elders around the two, and they don't take the rules in their eyes. ”

"Well, your son is up to you, and if he gets into big trouble, I'll beat him up anyway." The old lady finally softened her face.

Although Zhao Feng begged the old man to recognize his grandson, it was not until today that he heard his father announce Qinghe's life experience, and he made up his mind, even if his father complained, he didn't care at all, and walked out of his father's house, feeling quite good.

Xun waited outside the house, and when he saw his husband's expression, he knew his mood, and he was also relieved, and followed him quietly.

The two of them are going to grow old together, and they are companions with love or not.

At this time, in the back woods of a house somewhere on the outskirts of Suzhou, Zhao Qinghe was digging the soil, resigned himself to his fate and complained, "My sister said that I was invited to drink, and I was still very moved, and I wanted my sister to lose the silver in her hand, and she must remember it for a lifetime." But if you change your mind, change it, how can you let me dig the soil? What's even more frustrating is that he doesn't know that he is such a good brother and obeys his sister's words.

Xia Su tilted his head and thought crookedly, still speaking slowly, "Kill people and dig your own grave." ”

Zhao Qinghe laughed, "Whoever my sister threatens next time, either speak faster or speak in a more ruthless tone, so slow and methodical, any malice is dispersed, which is equivalent to laughing." ”

Click--the small shovel struck a hard object, and he swept away the dust with both hands, and was stunned to see a large altar tiled cover.

"Almost, you open the lid." Xia Su walked to the carriage and brought two wine jars.

The aroma of wine.

The big jar is full of wine!

Zhao Qinghe reacted, no wonder there were all kinds of wine buckets and bamboo spoons in the burden of putting shovels.

"You buried it?" Why? Afraid that her alcoholism will be exposed? But she was never afraid of him, and she was getting wine and drinks at home.

Zhao Qinghe felt that this girl was very magical, obviously she was timid and pitiful, and she showed her adventurous spirit from time to time.

Xia Su glanced at the wall of the mansion outside the woods, "The old man buried it." Although he ran the winery, his wife was stingy and did not let him drink the expensive wine in the winery at will, so he took the key in the middle of the night while his wife was asleep, and slipped to the counter to change the wine. ”

"Wine?" Misin, Misin.

"That is, he took out some of the good wine that was opened that day, mixed it with ordinary wine, and poured it into this great jar. That old man likes to drink a kind of wine, and he doesn't steal the best bamboo leaves. "What I saw and heard at night is something that ordinary people can't understand, it seems that it can't see the light, but it is wonderful.

"How did you find out?" It's so interesting.

"There is a huge picture of a horse in the lobby of the winery, and the penmanship is very clumsy, and I will come to make up for it when I have time, and the old man gets up very diligently in the middle of the night, and meets two times in three times." In contrast, her nightlife is "conformist and content".

"Repainting?" Is she itching, or is she making trouble?

"Hmm." The night is long, looking for something to do.

"His family gave you money?" On Chinese New Year's Eve, he excavated her new interest, why did he feel enthusiastic? Is it because I found that she is more and more like-minded with her?

"No, I just can't see it." The painting is so bad that I have been thinking about it in my heart, and I can't help but lift the pen.

"Isn't it because there's good wine to steal?" He was skeptical that the motives were not pure.

"Later, I will take a gourd away, even if I can't steal it, I can't repaint it for his house in vain." She thought about it for a moment and felt that it was better to say it more innocently, "I am very modest, and I don't come often, and the last time I was half a year ago. ”

Zhao Qinghe laughed silently, she was a pure girl who did bad things and didn't know what was wrong, and he was very willing to be her accomplice.

Scoop up two jars of wine, fill the soil back, step on it, cover it with leaves, and then put the shovel and so on into the original tree hole, jump into the car, Zhao Qinghe asked Xia Su where to go.

"Get some appetizers." Xia Su pointed in a direction.

Zhao Qinghe knew Xia Su's money-making model, "And you don't have to spend money?" ”

"Really good things, you can't buy them for any amount of money." The mind is invaluable.

If the mind of the staff hides the wine outside, if the painter of the big and small pours into the tip of the pen, read and understand, cherish it, the real value can be realized.

The winter night is cold, the old horse pulls the old car, leisurely walks on the deserted road, Zhao Qinghe is no longer surprised by the loneliness around him.

Walking at night, the sword is on the edge, and people who are used to haunting the dark are, of course, the more wild and quiet, the better.

Gradually, under the night sky covered by the sunken clouds and the starlight, the outline of a small temple was faintly described.

"Hide the wagon and carry the bag on your back." There is still a long way to go from the small temple, but Xia Su said.

Tonight should have been his biggest, but he had no choice but to be reduced to a younger brother and coachman, Zhao Qinghe did everything according to his sister's instructions, and then ran to the temple quietly with her.

It's not a temple, it's an ancestral hall.

"Fox Immortal Temple?" He was not surprised by the desolation, but he was surprised by this broken door plaque, and couldn't help but whisper, "The place where the wine is made is a winery, and my sister plans to ask the fox fairy to make snacks for us?" ”

The small ancestral hall is very broken, half of the main house has no roof, the other half has no front wall, but the only oil lamp in the ancestral hall is half full, and a stone tablet is erected in front of the wooden board of a brick pile, which is engraved with "Thousand Tailed Fox Really Shangxian Lord Sits on the Ascending Stone". Next to it was a smaller wooden house, smaller than the firewood house of the Zhao Mansion, with the door closed.

Xia Su raised a finger, signaled Zhao Qinghe to silence, and pushed him into the shadow behind the stone tablet, but he rolled up a rag and threw out movement in the ancestral hall, and then walked to Zhao Qinghe's side and hid in the dark with him.

Zhao Qinghe felt that his proud brain power was completely insufficient tonight, and he didn't know what Xia Su was doing.

After a while, a little girl ran into the main house, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wrapped in a patched long jacket, her eyes were dripping, her expression was awe-inspiring, and she put a wooden basin on the board in one hand. A pot of fried peanuts and a pot of dried pork. Then, she knelt down loudly, knocked her head repeatedly, and a string of mutters made Zhao Qinghe laugh.

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Dear friends, the second one. (To be continued.) )