Wen Sijia's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed again.

The dead father said it personally, Yang Mu is an honest child.

I didn't feel anything in the past two years, but now when I look at where I am honest, I am not honest at all!

This is really a wave of unsettled, what else does he have to ask?

Song Botai was obviously also surprised, and finally turned his head sideways and looked at Yang Mu.

Yang Mu looked at her, and after a long time, Mrs. Song turned her head to the side, seemingly unfazed, but Yang Mu didn't think so.

"Are you empty-hearted?"

Yang Mu's voice was very soft, and there was a joke in his tone.

No one else heard it, because his voice was so small.

If Song Botai's ears were not deaf, it was so close, maybe she could hear what Yang Mu was saying.

Wen Sijia walked over.

She was the owner of the castle after all, and thought that the matter could end there.

Yang Mu's revenge has been avenged, and he can't hold on to the old Song family, Uncle Song is highly respected after all.

"Okay Yang Mu, it's almost, it's already bloody today, I don't want to see even more chaos. That Song Lihe has done a lot of evil, you have to deal with him and no one cares about you, don't implicate the innocent anymore! ”

Yang Mu looked at Wen Sijia very calmly, revealing a different expression.

"You...... Is it Wen Sijia? ”

"What?"

Of course, Wen Sijia didn't understand what Yang Mu meant.

"Hmph, I was really a fool in those two years, I thought you Wen Sijia was a god-like woman, and now it seems that she is also a fierce and brainless goods."

Petrifaction!

Wen Sijia never dreamed that one day such a word would fall on her.

It's still like that, fortunately Wen Sijia is Wen Sijia and not Chu Hong, otherwise he would have pounced on Yang Mu at this time.

She endured the complicated emotions in her heart, and just frowned and said:

"What the hell do you mean, don't be foolish!"

Yang Mu smiled slightly, nodded, and then walked over to Squat down in front of Mrs. Song and re-looked at her.

Mrs. Song looked like an ordinary old lady, of course, she was dressed gracefully and luxuriously, but these could not stop the wrinkles on her face from rising.

After watching for a long time, Mrs. Song seemed to be a little tired, and raised her hand to rub her eyes.

"Weak again?"

"What the hell are you going to do, young man?"

"Hey......

Yang Mu didn't pay attention to the old lady's question, but looked sideways at Wen Sijia.

"How long has this old woman's leg been lame?"

"Yang Mu! You talk well, Mrs. Song's legs were no longer able to stand thirty years ago, but this does not affect her image in the minds of the younger generations. ”

Wen Sijia said this very officially.

She said this, but in fact, she didn't have much respect for Mrs. Song in her heart.

It's not that she doesn't respect this old lady, it's just that her mind at this time is all on Yang Mu.

After calming down, Wen Sijia understood that this kid would not be untargeted, he must have discovered something.

So Yang Mu asked, and she answered.

"Thirty years that long? It's true that you can't stand all the time?"

"Well, the condition is very serious, and many experts at home and abroad have not been able to see it well, this is something that everyone knows in the circle, and everyone feels very sorry."

Yang Mu smiled even more, looked at Song Lihe, who was paralyzed on the ground and had collapsed, and then said loudly to Song Botai:

"Old thing! Just now, your eldest grandson was frightened, he knew that I would kill him, and you were his only lifeline. So he has no respect for you, come and pull your wheelchair directly! Even though you're agile and fast, I see you tap the ground with your foot! Although I didn't go to school, I'm not a stupid person who doesn't know anything, life has taught me that balance is only possible when strength is symmetrical! Just now, the wheelchair seemed to be about to collapse after tilting, but in the end, she miraculously didn't topple! I'm wondering, did you stretch out your feet to support it, so you balanced the power? ”

This sentence was thrown out again by a bomb, which stunned a group of people.

No one noticed.

However, Yang Mu's statement is impossible!

How could a person who has been paralyzed in a wheelchair for more than 30 years, whose legs have long been useless, support a wheelchair that is about to fall?

"Hehe, I just saw it, so you didn't dare to look at me twice when I looked at you, is your heart weak? And you were in such a hurry to leave just now, are you also weak-hearted? You're not a cripple at all, are you? ”

Wen Sijia felt a little dizzy, faint because of Yang Mu.

This kid ......

What else did he say?

Maybe he was just wrong.

"If the wheelchair is tilted, Mrs. Song's feet will naturally fall to the ground......"

Wen Sijia wanted to refute Yang Mu.

However, at that time, her good grandson Song Lihe was still working the wheelchair, if her feet only touched the ground weakly, the wheelchair would continue to tilt! But the wheelchair didn't continue to tilt! How can this be explained? ”

"This ......"

Wen Sijia was speechless, thinking to herself if you didn't see clearly?

However, this sentence can't be spoken, looking at Yang Mu's determined appearance, it is estimated that he must have seen it clearly, so he will be difficult.

Then the question arises, is it really possible that Mrs. Song is a fake cripple? Why is she pretending to be lame?

"Then the question arises, is it really possible that Mrs. Song is a fake cripple? Why is she pretending to be lame? ”

Wen Sijia just thought in her heart, Yang Mu actually said what she thought word for word.

It made Wen Sijia feel weird.

Yang Mu finished saying this sentence loudly, and then paced back and forth, frowning and thinking.

Song Botai was still calm at this time, looked at Yang Mu and said coldly:

"Housheng, you've gone too far! You killed my family, I don't care about you, and now you are pressing to trouble me step by step! I know you're very powerful, but you can't bully me like this, a lonely old woman! Sijia, don't you just look at it and ask? He is the son-in-law of your Wen family. ”

Wen Sijia was asked a little and didn't know how to answer.

Yang Mu said:

"Old woman, you are even more weak-hearted, don't you dare to face me and move the rescuers? Let Wen Sijia help you? All right! If you ask her to come over and sleep with Lao Tzu and fulfill her obligations as a wife, I won't continue to explore. ”

"Yang Mu! What nonsense! ”

Wen Sijia was angry, in fact, she was not so angry, but she was a little unsure of the man in front of her at this time.

After shouting, she added:

"If you have anything to say, hurry up, don't mistake Old Madam Song and go back to rest."

This rhetoric is still very cunning, so let Yang Mu continue.

Yang Mu understood and stopped looking for trouble.

"Tell someone to get a pen and paper!"

He looked at Wen Sijia and spoke softly.

Although Wen Sijia didn't know what Yang Mu meant, she still cooperated with him.

After a while, someone brought paper and pens, and Yang Mu remembered that he still needed to take the table.

So Wen Sijia ordered someone to run away again.

Putting the table, paper and pen in front of Mrs. Song, Yang Mu walked over and looked at her and said:

"Old thing, write and write, right?"

"You...... What the hell are you going to do? ”

"I just want you to write a few words."

"Humph! I refuse! Even if my Uncle Song has a few unscrupulous descendants, he still hasn't done anything wrong in his life, and now that he is so old, how can he be coerced by you? ”

Mrs. Song put on a look of unyielding death.

Wen Sijia felt that this was not the way, so she said:

"Yang Mu, what are you suspecting, you can say it directly! Since this is the case, then we have nothing to hide, you say it and let us see if you are unreasonable, or if there is really something wrong with Mrs. Song. ”

Yang Mu was very satisfied with Wen Sijia's performance.

Although this chick can't figure out what's going on, she seems to believe in herself.

Otherwise she wouldn't let herself keep talking.

Yang Mu sighed and said softly:

"Actually, I can't say for sure, so I'm tempting, because my guess is a bit bold and fanciful."

"And what exactly is your guess?"

Yang Mu did not directly announce the answer, but took the paper and pen on the table and wrote a few lines.

Wen Sijia walked over to take a look, and the people nearby stepped forward a little, but they still didn't dare to approach Yang Mu.

Only Chu Hong came to Wen Sijia's side, and then read out those lines.

"In late autumn, when I went to Dawa Village to see the children, there were less than 15 people and 43 people, no one went to school, and the Dawa Village Primary School was established for them, but it was just to buy a book, build a house, hire a teacher, and record it on average, the monthly rise was less than 5,000, 4,903 yuan, maybe it was this meager effort that could change the fate of these children's lives, very lucky!"

Chu Hong couldn't help but admire after reading it.

"What a resolute font!"

Wen Sijia was also surprised to see it.

She didn't know that Yang Mu actually wrote a good hand.

Wasn't you an orphan as a child?

It seems that he should have been adopted when he was older, right? So educated?

"Don't be surprised, although Lao Tzu hasn't been to school for a day, this word is really not blown. I wrote on the soil with a tree branch, and I wrote it persistently for several years, and then the calligraphy became it! The word Lao Tzu absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon! The calligraphy made on the earth will never boast of it......"

Yang Muxu chattered for a long time.

Chu Hong and Wen Sijia both rolled their eyes after glancing at each other.

Can Tynyima be serious!

You're about to uncover a mystery!

So many people here are waiting to see you!

You just killed someone, can you have some psychological pressure?

How embarrassed are you to brag about this kind of moment!

......

Of course, two young women who think they are knowledgeable and qualified will never say anything like that.

But that's what they think in their hearts.

Yang Mu finally became serious after a while, pushed the line he wrote to Song Botai, and sneered:

"Just write these words! If you write it, Lao Tzu will recognize you as a good Song Botai! If you can't write it, Lao Tzu won't talk nonsense to you, and just throw you downstairs to feed the zombies, anyway, it is Lao Tzu's original intention to destroy the Song family! ”

The expression on Mrs. Song's old face was finally moved.

Wen Sijia's eyes narrowed, and she noticed one of Song Botai's hands, which was already trembling slightly!

Oh, my God! Yang Mu turned out to be right! Sure enough, it's greasy! She's nervous!