Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 320 Supplement to the chapter about Zong Bufeng (3)

"Tsk tsk, it would be great if my kid was so handsome. Look at his girlfriend, she looks like a porcelain doll. This person just can't be compared, and this comparison will make people mad."

When he was lamenting that life is different in every way.

The pair of people he was paying attention to came straight over.

The boy bent down, revealing his delicate eyes and flying eyebrows.

"Master, can you give us a ride?"

The driver master didn't expect these two people to take a car.

He quickly opened the car door and got out.

"no problem."

Zong Bufeng smiled at him.Then motioned for Murong Lingji to sit at the back.

The driver also helped them put Murong Lingji's suitcase in the trunk.

This moment instantly increased Zong Bufeng's favorability towards Kyoto, who had not returned for two years.

"Oh, are you two back from a trip?"

As soon as the master got into the car, he started to ask questions as usual.

Drivers in Kyoto are very good at this. As long as you get in the car, they can talk to you about trivial matters in life, as well as national and international developments.

Zong Bufeng hurriedly replied: "That's right, my sister and I just came back from abroad, it's been two years, the changes are really great."

He looked around the airport. Compared with when he left, the surrounding buildings were taller and there were more buildings.

The master was surprised and said, "This is your sister, she is so beautiful."

Then he went on to say proudly: "It is certain that there will be great changes. We just won the Olympic bid in Kyoto, and now we are already in the 21st century. With this development speed, we dare to say that Kyoto is second, and few cities in the whole country dare to say that it is the first. "

The two chatted for a few more words.The master suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Oh, how long have we been walking here, and I didn't ask you where you were going."

Zong Bufeng smiled indifferently: "It's okay, it's good to go around more, I haven't been back for a long time. You can just send us to No. 23 Hai'an Road later."

The master readily agreed: "Okay."

When he drove more than ten meters away, he stopped the car suddenly, and then turned around in shock.

"Tell me, where were you going just now?"

Zong Bufeng smiled and answered: "No. 23, Haian Road."

The hands of the master holding the steering wheel are trembling, hasn't he been to No. 23 Hai'an Road?

No, on the contrary, he often passes by there.

For the well-informed taxi drivers, the topics they are most interested in are those mysterious official topics.

Over the past two years, the entire system has undergone changes as the high-level leaders have shaken up.

And the owner of No. 23 Hai'an Road has once again become a rising star in the political situation.

Marshal Zong came back again and was entrusted with a heavy responsibility. Under the heavy hammer, the rectification of the army was fully launched.The title of Marshal Jagged once again spread throughout the circle.

"I want to ask, what's your last name?"

Zong Bufeng said, "My surname is Zong."

The heart hanging in the driver's chest fell down.

"What's the matter?" Zong Bufeng raised his head and asked softly.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I know the place you mentioned very well, and I'll send the two of you there right away."

The master spoke a little nervously.

Zong Bufeng sat back again: "That's good, thank you."

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the intersection of Hai'an Road.

"You can't park any further inside, so you can only go here." The master said.

Zong Bufeng still smiled all over his face: "Thank you very much, this is the travel expenses, so you don't need to look for it."

He handed over a hundred-dollar bill.

Zong Bufeng took out Murong Lingji's suitcase from the trunk, then dragged Murong Lingji and walked over.

The trees on both sides of Hai'an Road became more crisp, Zong Bufeng enjoyed the familiar rustling of the leaves in the wind again.

When he walked to the door, the guards at the door were about to step forward to block him, when one of them recognized him.

The man quickly grabbed his companion and called out: "Master Zong."

Zong Bufeng nodded to the two of them, then walked in with big strides.

The drivers who hadn't left at the intersection were stunned.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Today I really met the legendary prince."

Because the members of the Zong family didn't know that Zong Bufeng would come back today, everyone didn't pay attention.

When a servant sweeping the floor in the courtyard saw Zong Bufeng leading Murong Lingji back from a distance, he exclaimed in surprise: "Uncle Zong! Uncle Zong! The young master is back! The young master is back!"

For a moment, the Zong family was as lively as it was about to celebrate the New Year, and everyone was running around telling everyone that our young master has finally returned!
Uncle Zong, who was dealing with affairs, heard the news and hurried out.

Seeing Uncle Zong come out, Zong Bufeng called softly: "Uncle Zong, I'm back."

Tears streamed down Uncle Zong's face in an instant.

For so many years, he has witnessed the rise and fall of the clan for decades.

But what he misses the most is the only child of the third generation of the clan.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back, hurry up and go into the house to rest."

Then he stared at the excited servants around him.

"Hurry up and help the young master carry the box over."

Upon hearing this, the servants around quickly took the box and carried it to the house.

Zong Bufeng pulled Murong Lingji: "Uncle Zong, this is the Murong Lingji I mentioned earlier, and she is also my sister I knew in school."

Uncle Zong looked Murong Ling up and down and sighed, "What a wonderful person."

Murong Lingji said shyly: "Thank you, Uncle Zong, it will be fine if you call me Lingji from now on."

Zong Bufeng looked into the room: "Where is my grandfather? Has he not come back?"

Uncle Zong led the two into the hall.

"In the past two years, the master has often been busy until late at night, and now he has been re-appointed with an important position, and many documents have to be signed by him."

Then he asked someone to tidy up a little bit, sat down and said, "It's you, since the last time you disappeared in Xianbeilia, and the master asked Liang Dao to save you, he started talking about you all day long. Really scared your grandpa."

Zong Bufeng really didn't expect this.

Mr. Zong never wrote to him with news, and it was Bai Hua who communicated with him all the time. He always thought that his grandfather was busy with state affairs now, but he didn't expect that his grandfather was more concerned and worried about his affairs than before.

It also made him feel a little guilty.

But Uncle Zong said again: "Forget it, since you came back, on our three-acre land, I don't think anyone dares to call your attention, so come and tell me, you are in the college for two years. I can also make a summary for your grandpa."

Now, Zong Bufeng also became interested, and brought Murong Ling to talk and laugh about the college affairs.

The Zong family's yard is big enough, and there are enough guest rooms, Zong Bufeng personally took Murong Lingji to find a room she likes, cleaned it up for her, and then left.

On the way back, Uncle Zong narrowed his eyes and asked Zong Bufeng: "When are you planning to bring your grandpa back a great-grandson?"

Zong Bufeng is embarrassing.

"Uncle Zong, Lingji is my sister!"

Uncle Zong let out a long oh, and smiled without saying a word.

Zong Bufeng returned to his room, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, Uncle Zong, it's getting late, you should go back and rest quickly, if my grandpa comes back, don't let him come to see me, he is also busy One day, very tiring."

Uncle Zong nodded and left.

Zong Bufeng pushed away the house that he hadn't been back for two years, everything was still the same as when he just left, there was a servant to clean the room every day, so it was also very tidy.

He took off his coat, and threw himself comfortably on the big bed. After staring at the ceiling for a while, Zong Bufeng turned over with a squid.

Picking up the bucket from the old place by the door, Zong Bufeng walked towards the lake in the backyard with big strides.

After filling a bucket of water with ease, he came to the path behind the house that he hadn't been in for two years. At the end of the path was the cherry blossom tree.

It was the midsummer season two years ago. Pink snowflakes covered the entire grassland, and were blown up by the breeze, creating a ripple.

The tree has grown to the point where it will thrive without watering.

But as long as Zong Bufeng is at home, he wants to pour a bucket of water, and then sit on the lawn under the tree, even if he doesn't do anything, just sitting there in a daze is still very satisfying.

Behind the house, the old man specially asked someone to install a bright light for him.Zong Bufeng picked up a fallen cherry blossom and placed it in his hand, then blew lightly, and the light cherry blossom flew away.

He never tires of this kind of "childish" little game. When he was very young, his mother's memory except for the white and clean ward was probably the mother who twirled the cherry blossoms and blown away. He giggled and chased the cherry blossoms around the lawn. .

A small pink flower that Zong Bufeng blew away gradually fell down and landed at the feet of Murong Lingji who was wearing a pink dress.

"Why don't you sleep in the room?" Zong Bufeng raised his head and asked.

Murong Lingji walked over along the path, she lifted her skirt and sat beside Zong Bufeng.

"I can't sleep. There are cicadas screaming outside, but there are no cicadas in Siberia." She rested her chin on her hands, her jewel-like eyes glowing with joy.

"Besides, it smells so good here. I smelled the scent and found you all the way here."

Zong Bufeng smiled, he lowered his head and picked up a cherry blossom in his palm to blow it away.

"Do you know who planted this tree?"

Murong Lingji looked up at the cherry tree and sighed, "It's so beautiful."

Zong Bufeng stretched his body, then put his hands under his head, bent one leg, and lay flat on the grass covered with cherry blossoms.

"It's beautiful. My mother and I planted this tree."

Murong Ling put his arms around his knees. "You rarely talk about your mother."

"That's because I don't have much memory of her. In my childhood, the cherry blossom tree whose petals were blown off by the wind was the most important thing in my childhood, and then there was the clean and tidy ward, with the white screens dancing by the windows, and the sunshine outside Cozy and warm."

"I think your mother must love you very much." Murong Lingji whispered.

Zong Bufeng hummed lightly.

(End of this chapter)