My mother is a daughter, and my uncle and brother line up to spoil me

The little guy first invited both books back home with a good voice.

The old man of the Bai family even specially found a room decorated magnificently to welcome the books written by the ancestors of the two ancestors.

"What are you doing?"

Brother Shu snorted coldly, and on the blank pages of the book, there was contempt for everyone.

"I won't give up my own bottom line just because of your little favors."

An An continued to act as a microphone for several people, and this time it was Mr. Bai who communicated with Brother Shu.

"What is Xiaoen Xiaohui? My ancestors!"

Old Master Bai even served two cups of steaming tea to the Shu brothers in a polite manner.

"Although I know that you two old ancestors can't drink tea, my Bai family will definitely not lack the courtesy you should have."

"We, mainly the juniors are in trouble..."

Old Man Bai sighed and continued talking.

"Now my grandson is likely to suddenly fall into a coma."

Bai Lingye nodded cooperatively, and even made a gesture that he was about to faint.

"Then what's going on?"

Brother Shu asked curiously.

"Is it because it's related to what I recorded?"

The book brother unreservedly shared the experience recorded in his book.

"My book says my owner once met a cat and developed a very strong bond with the cat."

"Since then, the cat has become the patron saint of the Bai family."

After An An translated what the book brother said word for word.

Old man Bai was startled, feeling that it was going against the legend recorded in his mind.

He had heard that cats were a species that could not be mentioned in the family.

Why in the eyes of my ancestors, the cat became the patron saint of the Bai family?

"Then what is going on here?"

Old man Bai asked him patiently, thinking about a question now, and solving the questions one by one.

"Cough cough."

Mr. Bai's words haven't been answered yet.

Brother Shu coughed softly, and he said warningly.

"You forgot what I told you."

Brother Shu swallowed back the words he had been eloquent at first, hummed aggrievedly, and said.

"I don't see them as bad guys."

Brother Shu was angry and fierce.

"Everyone looks like a good person to you."

Well, he does see everyone as a good guy.

Mr. Bai was still waiting for Shu's younger brother's response, looking at An An expectantly.

The little boy also translated the conversation between the two to Mr. Bai.

The old man looked suspicious and asked hurriedly.

"What does this mean?"

"Could it be that someone else came to you before me? The two ancestors???"

Brother Shu glanced at his brother tentatively before speaking.

"Before you, I don't know how many of your ancestors have come to us. There are many of them. No, it should be said that they are absolutely not good people!"

After thinking about what happened to his older brother, Shushu's younger brother cursed.

"If it weren't for our master to be from the Bai family, we would definitely ignore you."

It turns out that brother Shu didn't have handwriting, not because of the weather and paper, but because the seniors of the Bai family deliberately wiped it.

"Why is that? How could our Bai family..."

After Mr. Bai finished speaking halfway, he swallowed aggrievedly.

After all, the people before him can be regarded as his elders, so they cannot be insulted easily.

"So why should we trust you?"

Brother Shu remembered what happened to him and his brother before, and started to curse, completely gone from his previous silly and sweet appearance.

"Before, my brother and I were obviously together. We could sleep together, chat together, stand next to each other, and stick to each other every day."

"Since that time, my brother and I have been on the top and the bottom, and there are several bookshelves separated."

The more he talked about the book, the more aggrieved he became, he snorted his nose aggrievedly.

"I haven't seen my brother for a long time."

As the younger brother Shu talked, he rubbed against Brother Shu's body.

"Brother, I will definitely protect you."

After being confessed affectionately by his silly, white and sweet younger brother, Brother Shu coaxed him unaccustomedly.

"As long as you know it, you must be defensive."

After Mr. Bai learned about the past, he was silent for a moment. He knew that, for the untrustworthy book brothers, he could no longer force him to know something from their mouths.

"And the reason why Book Brother's book was not destroyed is entirely possible because the previous bad guys didn't know the purpose of this book."

Mr. Bai's analysis is very accurate, at least he got the approval of Xiao Yuanbao and Mr. Li's family.

"I feel that it is very likely that something like Ah Ye did not happen to that bad person."

The little guy said.

"I feel the same, and it is very likely that since your ancestors of books, there has never been such a case in our Bai family."

The old man of the Li family added.

"Otherwise, the Book Collection Pavilion would be there, but judging from Brother Shu's reaction, most people are here for Brother Shu, and they rarely attack Brother Shu."

And why they did something to brother Shu was nothing more than what might be hidden in the real old house of the Bai family, such as something that made them yearn for.

Mr. Bai hummed.

Maybe there will be treasures.

After all, it is the first ancestral house in all ages, maybe there will be something hidden inside that will make his predecessors yearn for a treasure, so this is the reason...

"Two ancestors, I would like to ask, did the previous people get information about going to the real ancestral house of the Bai family?"

Old Master Bai asked, and begged An An to pass it on to Brother Shu.

Brother Shu is still indifferent to answering, and brother Shu has a bad attitude, but he still talks.

"No."

"They won't have the patience to look for books about the location of the real old house."

The younger brother sneered and couldn't help ridiculing.

"Do you think there are any good things in your Bai family's old house? We have moved all the things that the master regards as treasures."

How could his predecessors not think about them carefully?

Anything that is valuable and will help them, the juniors, has naturally been given to them.

And the master may not have imagined that his descendants would trample on the books he wrote so hard.

Thinking of this, Brother Shu's attitude became even worse.

"You gang of scheming humans don't want to know anything from our mouths?"