showed his hand in front of the child and gained a little fan brother, which made Leng Qingsong feel a little proud in his heart.

"Grandpa, teach me quickly! In this way, in the orphanage, I can help my brother be the boss! After Ou Ye saw Leng Qingsong's sword qi, his mouth immediately became sweet.

Leng Qingsong keenly noticed that something was wrong, looked at Ou Ye and asked, "Are there other people in the orphanage where you are?" ”

Ou Ye said as a matter of course: "Of course, the orphanage is not opened by my family, of course there are other people!" ”

Leng Qingsong's brows furrowed slightly, having a European night was already something they didn't expect.

If there were other people in this orphanage, wouldn't it be that the reincarnation of my brother was just as hard as in my previous life?

What does this Heavenly Dao Will do?

Why do you want to force so much burden on your brother?

Thinking of this, Leng Qingsong tentatively asked, "Who is in the orphanage, do you know?" ”

Ou Ye nodded, and counted them one by one with his fingers: "There are many brothers, many sisters!" ”

Hearing this number, Leng Qingsong was shocked.

Immediately, with a sense of relief on his face, he is worthy of being the most holy of Buddhism, and he is also worthy of being his own master!

Waiting for yourself here!

As a saint, Leng Qingsong instantly understood the identity of these seven orphans, and also understood the inextricable connections.

As the senior brother of the previous generation of Qingyun Qizi, this senior uncle is afraid that he has already found a way out for his junior brothers and sisters!

Among them, there must also be his own master who is not in tune but is as reliable as a father!

Leng Qingsong thought for a moment, then he had an answer, then looked at Ou Ye and whispered: "I have a sword to teach you, but you can't tell anyone about it!" ”

Ou Ye said with some hesitation: "Then can't you even say it to my brother?" ”

Leng Qingsong shook his head and said, "No! ”

"Forget it, I won't study, I don't want to hide anything from my brother!" Although he was young, this time Ou Ye said something that made Leng Qingsong a little dumbfounded.

This kid is quite righteous?

Leng Qingsong smiled, and casually patted Ou Ye's little head, and a sword trick flew into Ou Ye's mind.

Ou Ye, who was about to fall asleep, didn't notice that there was something more in his mind.

This sword trick only appears when the two of them are in danger.

If he is given the power too early, he will be like himself, thinking that the power can solve everything!

It's better not to go down your old path!

And in this life, even if he can't protect his brother everywhere, his own strength can!

As long as the little kid in front of him can learn some of his own swordsmanship, this can be regarded as his own protection of his brother in disguise.

And Ou Ye on the side looked blankly at the old man in front of him who was asking for food, this old man smiled and made himself a little scared, he didn't look like a good person!

One old and one young, the two are still pulling each other, only the boy who is still struggling in the sweet potato field knows nothing!

"Whew! That's enough! The boy straightened his back, looked at the two dozen sweet potatoes he had dug up, and smiled with satisfaction.

Turning his head and waving his hand at Ou Ye, who was happily chatting, Ou Ye instantly lost the slightest interest in learning what sword qi.

He ran towards the boy.

After all, in children's cognition, the order of things is still somewhat different.

What heroic dreams? Does it matter to have my brother?

When he saw more than two dozen sweet potatoes piled together, like a hill, Ou Ye first touted his brother every day, and then the two little ghosts began to try to carry them.

But more than 20 large and small sweet potatoes are too much for two children.

The two little ones didn't even finish half of it with great effort.

Leng Qingsong walked up to the two of them unhurriedly and picked up the remaining sweet potatoes.

"You're such a nice guy!" The boy praised Leng Qingsong without hesitation, and casually stuffed the sweet potato in Ou Ye's hand into Leng Qingsong's arms.

The moonlight slanted, hitting the bodies of the three softly, and the shadows were stretched obliquely.

Ou Ye took his brother's hand and walked in front of him bouncing, Leng Qingsong followed behind him with a bunch of sweet potatoes.

The evening breeze is slightly cool, and the leaves rustle.

The path in the field is like life, winding, but with direction.

When I was a child, my brother always liked to chase the moon with him, and the moon was always one step faster than him.

Now, the moon is behind and the moon is in sight.

Walking to the gate of the orphanage, the boy enthusiastically took the sweet potato in Leng Qingsong's arms, and kept thanking him, but he didn't let Leng Qingsong enter the door.

"Look, how embarrassing it is, you send money and help us move things, so we have to have a cup of tea, but it's so late this day, I'm afraid of disturbing the children's rest, another day, another day!" The boy stood in front of the iron fence and politely refused Leng Qingsong to enter the door.

Ou Ye on the side yawned and took the boy's hand, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

Leng Qingsong smiled and said that he didn't care, stood in front of the gate of the orphanage, looked at the two little ghosts and said, "Go back to sleep, the autumn wind is already very cold!" ”

As soon as he said this, the boy was embarrassed.

People came from far away in the middle of the night to deliver money, taught themselves how to pick sweet potatoes, and helped them move back.

As a result, he didn't want people to come in, but they were still worried that they would catch a cold.

If it weren't for the strange feeling that suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, the boy would have thought that this old man would not be his long-lost second uncle, right?

Smiling embarrassedly at Leng Qingsong, the boy hesitated for a moment and said, "I haven't known your name for so long, why don't you tell me about it, and wait tomorrow, I'll tell the dean?" ”

"No need, I'm an old acquaintance with your dean!" Leng Qingsong shook his head and refused.

"Yo, speaking of which, you don't know my name yet, wait until you come back another day, I'll entertain you!" The boy seemed to suddenly remember something, and patted his head and spoke.

"No, I know your name too. Go back to sleep! Leng Qingsong urged the two little ones to go to sleep.

Ou Ye beside him kept yawning, and the boy also endured apologetic and bowed to Leng Qingsong, pulled his brother, and ran towards the orphanage.

When he reached the door of the house, the boy couldn't help but look back again.

Standing in front of the iron fence gate, the slightly rickety old man was looking at himself with the fence.

It's like a stray dog that has seen its home.