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Yan Zhaoyong knew where his heart knot, so he once said to him seriously, "Brother Jin, don't you call me brother? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yan Zhaoyong is indeed a generous person. Although Huo Hongjin knew that no matter how hard he tried, Yan Shengguo would not be his father, but inexplicably, after listening to that comforting word, he felt a lot more relieved.

It was also from that time that all the wild and beautiful imaginations about his father in his mind gradually precipitated, and slowly had a vague outline, a man with inconvenient legs and feet, and a not very good temper, but he sincerely loved his wife and children.

When he was young, he had excellent hunting skills, whether it was work in the mountains or in the fields, it was not difficult for him, and it was not a problem to chop wood and carry water at home, and the carpentry was particularly outstanding.

Huo Hongjin thought of the two large boxes of zodiac puppets that Yan Shengguo had carefully carved since he was a child in order to praise him for doing a good job, and he couldn't help but redden.

He felt in his heart that his father was a man like Yan Shengguo, who could not be tall or mighty, but he must be a down-to-earth person who made him feel that as long as he was there, he would be able to worry about everything and have a stable heart.

It's just that. No matter how much he thought, no matter how much he comforted himself in his selfish heart and persuaded himself, he could be Yan Shengguo his father. After all, Yan Zhaoyong also allowed it, didn't he?

However, even if he decided that the fourth room of the Yan family was his Huo Hongjin's home, he had no way to really regard Yan Shengguo as his father so grandly, because he couldn't call each other's father in a dignified manner.

That's just a luxury after all.

His Huo Hongjin's father died early.

But sad is sad, he is still very satisfied with his current life.

He hadn't seen his father after all, even if his previous wish was really, really urgent. But if you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it. When he learned that the man was dead, he wept heartyly, and then he was done.

Of course it's sad to think about. But he really rarely remembered his father again, who had no name and no details.

Because he never had it, when his hope was shattered, his mood quickly returned to calm, and now he thinks about it. It will no longer be as grief-stricken as it was at the beginning.

The girl said it well. Nine times out of ten, things in life are unsatisfactory. No one's life is 100% perfect. For him, his father, who had never met, did not know his name, did not know his appearance, and left him nothing, but it was just the biggest regret in his life.

Compared with Huo Ziquan, whose parents died at a young age, he has been too lucky.

Since he was born, his mother Huo Wanwan has always been by his side, and he has always lived in the Yan family carefree, without having to hide in Tibet or starving. Don't worry about being upset and displaced.

Yan Zhaoyong knew where his heart knots were. Therefore, after glaring fiercely at Bai Run, who didn't open which pot to mention, he slipped off the top bunk with a sting, and patted Huo Hongjin, who had been lowering his head, hard.

"Don't think about what you don't have, how about we take Brother Zheng to Brother Tong's house tomorrow? Didn't he say that he caught a thorn in the morning and raised it? Let's go and see. ”

"Good. Huo Hongjin nodded, and wiped his face with his hand, "Let's go eat, the fourth aunt must have cooked the rice." ”

The two of them left one after another, but they didn't look back and shout more, inviting the guests who had come from afar to have dinner together.

Such a blatant provocation, saying that it was not intentional, no one would believe it, and the people who left would not deliberately show that they were intentional, but the people who stayed would naturally not be stupid enough to think that they really did it unintentionally.

Bai Runzhi raised his eyebrows, and only laughed out loud after a long time, "Do you really dare to be disrespectful?" Interesting, it seems that the wife and sister who are born far away are the real wonderful people in this family." Not only whimsical, but also able to draw it in a spiritual way, well, whether it is a big truth or a small reason, in her opinion, it is just a story suitable for children to play at home. ”

He walked slowly away from the windowsill, but not immediately after leaving the room, but came to the bed, bent over, and easily dragged out the two large wooden boxes inside, without making any sound, as if the boxes had been moved out by magic.

Then, I saw him take out a folding knife from his sleeve, open it, and pull out from the scabbard a slender iron wire that resembles gold and silver, and pull it through the hole of the two locks, and it is so easy to open.

The wooden box on the left hand side contains basically puppet toys, 12 zodiac signs in various poses, and a wallet containing a few leaf-shaped gold, 12 silver taels carved into a cute zodiac model, and a copper coin.

What made him raise his eyebrows was not these rich possessions for peasant children, but in the most corner, there was actually a medical book tightly wrapped in old clothes, picked it up and flipped it, the corners were worn out, and it was obvious that the owner of this book must have been diligent in reading it in the past.

Bai Runzhi recalled the information he got when he visited in the past, and he was very sure that no one in the fourth room of the Yan family studied medicine. It's just that his brother's sister-in-law Yan Xiaoya was not at home at that time, and the mother and son, who seemed to be subordinates and distant relatives, seemed to have followed along.

It's not Yan Zhaoyong's, it's Huo Hongjin, who was sullen before leaving?

I don't know what he said, but he actually let the two little guys have such a big opinion, and before leaving, they really dared to ignore him, ignoring it completely.

He shook his head and smiled, no matter what, he Bai Runzhi was not a loser anyway. If he has a son in the future, he will also use it for fun, and as for the two stinky boys who are not sons, they will have no scruples.

He closed the wooden box on the left, pushed it back into place impartially with a push of his hand, and then opened the second wooden box with his right hand.

Sure enough, as he thought, there were whole boxes of books, exactly like the one he had read before, all bound from waste paper.

The difference is that in addition to "Cat and Mouse", which occupies most of the country, there are a lot of other content storybooks, game content books, and, arithmetic books??

He flipped through it casually, and a moving look finally appeared on his face that had always been careless. (To be continued.) )