Su Minxing cautiously looked sideways at him, and then said distressedly: "Don't you understand what I said?" Or is it really too hard to tell the difference? I have to go back to Chang'an, my old man likes polite and well-behaved people, if you can't learn to wear this clothes, I'm afraid he will beat you out of the door. ”

Deng Yi raised his head and quickly dressed, and he didn't wear a single one.

Su Minhang took him to the pool in the courtyard and let him lie on the edge of the pool, Su Minhang splashed water on a bamboo tube to wash his hair, dried it naturally, and then combed his hair with an ivory comb.

Deng snatched the comb quietly, Kaka broke seven or eight teeth on the comb twice, Su Minxing choked on a mouthful of old blood, and the corners of his eyes kept jumping.

This is the wat comb that he finally found from the land of South Vietnam to ward off evil spirits!!

A tooth is hundreds of gold...

When I met this kid, it was really a blood mold that had been poured for eight lifetimes.

It's eerily quiet.

Deng Yi raised his eyes, seriously handed the comb back to Su Minxing's hand, straightened his waist, sat upright, showed a soft expression for the first time, looked at him and asked, "Comb your hair!" ”

Su Minhang combed the elephant wat like a tooth-changing toddler after losing his front teeth, and combed his waist-length hair stiffly.

Deng Qi closed his eyes, and a tear slipped through the corner of his eye.

Su Minxing's hands trembled, sighed and pulled his bun for him, and wore it with a silver cloud hairpin.

And many years later, Deng still retained the bad habit of breaking the comb teeth, and Su Minxing never gave him a complete comb after learning the reason.

Su Minxing took Deng Yi and set off for Chang'an, and Su Qianruo sat on the top of the carriage. Tears.

The two people sitting in the carriage, the handsome young man, were her father. Su Minhang.

The boy with a straight waist, a stiff expression, and no smile was Deng Yi, who had just died in front of her eyes.

She had just passed through their bodies, and her heart was so uncomfortable that she went up to the roof of the carriage to blow the wind.

The memories of childhood have been blurred, and the voice and smile of the deceased father and mother. There is always a layer of fog in the memory, and it has never been so clear as it is now.

It has always been a pity that it was not in the limited years. Cherish her loved ones.

Now, she sees the past. Through Deng Wei's life, I met my father who lived in the past.

Su Qianruo wiped away her tears and slowly penetrated the carriage. sat next to Su Minhang. The head rested gently on his shoulder.

Su Minxing suddenly looked sideways, his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, and he met Su Qianruo.

Su Qianruo looked at his father nervously and admiringly, he smiled, said that it was the wind, and turned his eyes back to look at Deng Yi in front of him. Carefully taught Deng Yi some daily etiquette, as well as some of Mrs. Su's habits and hobbies.

Su Qianruo picked at his palm. Softly called, "Father." ”

Tears can't stop implicating in a line.

The carriage went all the way unimpeded, and when it returned to Chang'an. It was a sunset that stained half the sky red.

As soon as Su Minxing settled down in Deng Qi's resting place, he heard the porter say that Mrs. Su had returned home. He hurriedly straightened his sleeves, led Deng Yi three steps and hurried to the door of the mansion to greet him.

Su Qianruo also stared nervously at a carriage with a five-colored warp curtain hanging on the corner of the street.

Chang'an Avenue is wide and clean, and many apricot trees are planted on both sides of the official road. It was the end of March, the sunset shone through the apricot blossoms, delicate flowers, dyed with hazy gold, Mrs. Su in the small maid under the guidance, the sunset walked out of the car, the apricot blossoms sparse shadow, sprinkled a tree of golden light, he wore a glow from under the flower tree through the color, the face like a bamboo and light plum with a bit of stubbornness, vaguely or the old pedant of the powerful government and the opposition, old stubborn.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He slowly stepped up the steps to enter the house.

Su Qianruo hadn't seen a grandfather who could walk like this for a long time.

Deng Yi was also impressed by Mrs. Su's demeanor, restrained all the bad breath, and made a big gift respectfully.

Three days later, Su Taifu Su Nanjin, who reluctantly accepted the prince as a disciple at the invitation of Emperor Wei, accepted another disciple named Deng Yi in the largest old incense building in Chang'an City.

What shocked the government and the opposition was that this little-known Deng Yi was doxxed and said that it was the flesh and blood of the hussar general Song Yuan.

Song Yuan personally came to the door to recognize his son on the night of the apprenticeship banquet, saying that he was the eldest son he raised in Qingzhou to temper his bones.

Deng Yi was dressed in a purple straight jacket, his face was like a light moon, his eyes were like a breeze, and he slowly walked into the Su family flower hall with Su Minxing elegantly.

There was not a trace of expression on the young face that resembled Song Yuan's youth, and in the smiling eyes of his teacher and senior brother, he respectfully raised a bloodstained iron chain about three feet long above his head and carefully put it back into Song Yuan's hand.

He smiled lightly: "General Song, please take it, this is the relic of Linglang Song, and it is the last thing he left to your father." ”

Song Yuan, who had been in a sluggish state since he walked in, finally came back to his senses. The chain in his hand is like a poisonous snake that is temporarily frozen but will revive at any time and choose people to devour.

"Relic? Your son... You, who are you again? Song Yuan's face turned pale.

Deng Yi saluted again, polite and decent, his voice was not slow or slow, the tone was not high or low, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotional mixture, "Deng Wei, the ominous Deng Yi of his mother's deceased father." ”

Song Yuan looked at Mrs. Su, who had been sitting in the first place, and said dryly: "Mrs. Su, this... What do you mean? ”

Mrs. Su pursed her lips, smiled at the corners of her lips, but the corners of her eyes were cold and indifferent, "General Song is crazy about his son, and the deep relationship between father and son makes the old man admire, but people die like lights going out, please mourn!" ”

The little guy brought by Song Yuan held the hilt of the sword with his hand, and flicked his thumb on the scabbard.

Su Minxing picked up the tea, smelled it, and then shouted a good tea intoxicatedly, and then raised his glass to Song Yuan and said: "Xinyang Maojian, the prince's mansion has divided half a catty, and he has given his father three taels." My father's baby has to be the same as anything on weekdays, General Song is a distinguished guest, TOEFL and TOEFL, I just want to taste it in such a cup. It is rare for the Song and Su families to have an intersection in ordinary times, and it must be very difficult for the general to come once, so why don't you leave after drinking tea? ”

Mrs. Su glared at Su Minxing in the air, and lowered her eyes to enjoy the spring and autumn in the tea seriously.

Deng shook and lowered his head deeply, not letting anyone see the expression on his face.

Su Qianruo cried and laughed, then looked at Song Yuan with a black cloud, and said secretly, my father is really poisonous.

When did the person say they were leaving? When people come to beg for their son, you just let people drink tea and leave!

This is a bright rush!

There was silence in the hall for a while, and the pins could be heard.

The atmosphere was unusually stagnant.

Song Yuan really picked up the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, poured the tea into his mouth by the way, chewed it a few times, and forcibly held back his anger and said goodbye.

Mrs. Su bowed slightly. (To be continued.) )