Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

The weather was very good. The sheep were surrounded and bleated, which seemed to arouse the wolves' wildness. The two white wolves also began to howl loudly.

"Have you finished reading?" Fu Shengyu patted his daughter's back gently.

"Well, I've finished reading it." Fu Qingyun glanced at the wolf again and felt that the wolf's howling was unusually stupid.

"Okay, take the sheep to the canteen to process it, otherwise we won't have time to eat roasted lamb legs tonight." Fu Shengyu asked Lin Song to take the sheep back, and then said to Wen Geyin, "The two wolves must be scared, you can send them back."

Wen Geyin pulled the corners of his mouth twice, and finally put on a teasing smile, "Last night we told a story, today we're going to watch wolves. If we tell the story of a warrior fighting a dragon again today, I wonder if Boss Fu can catch a dragon."

Fu Qingyun had a headache. She didn't have much thought about fairy tales, but it seemed that her own son was obsessed with this.

If all else fails, she could try something fantastical, like creating a dragon?

"I heard that Young Master Wen learned lion dancing when he was a child? I wonder how much he remembers now. Maybe Huayang would like to watch dragon dancing." Fu Shengyu raised his eyebrows and walked away leisurely with his daughter in his arms.

Wen Geyin clenched his fists. It was time to find someone to urge Fu Shengyu to get married. Being single all the time affected his chances of finding a wife.

"Wow, Old Wen, have you ever danced the lion dance before? Come and see you perform during the New Year?" Wu Geng asked when he saw someone coming over, looking very curious.

"I don't know if my sister likes to see it." The two lumps of baby fat on Chang Jin's face trembled because he was trying to hold back his laughter.

Compared to chatting with these two people, Wen Geyin felt that it would be easier to go home and face the pressure to get married, and she could also cause some trouble for Fu Shengyu.

Chang Jin felt a little bored when he saw Wen Geyin getting on the car and fleeing. He turned to look at Wu Geng who looked a little confused and sighed, "What an idiot."

"We'll have something delicious to eat in the evening. They will definitely be training more intensively in the afternoon. Do you want to go and take a look?" Chang Jin was not interested in training, but he felt a little itchy and wanted to practice shooting.

"Let's go." Wu Geng became happy. He put his arm around Chang Jin's neck and dragged him forward.

Fu Shengyu squeezed out an entire afternoon, but found that he didn't seem to know how to get along with his daughter.

When he was a child, he wished he had a father who didn't always beat him and a mother who didn't always scold him. Now he has them, but he wants to give his daughter more, but he doesn't know what to give.

As he walked slowly on the road of Fufeng Fort with his daughter in his arms, Fu Shengyu suddenly felt a surge of heroism. This was the empire he had fought for. He did it at first to avoid going hungry, and later to make people talk to him nicely. But after he achieved these, he felt that it was a bit meaningless to continue doing these things.

The weapons he sold caused many injuries, but also gave many people the power to fight back. In this regard, he felt that his merits outweighed his demerits.

The sun's rays refracted colorful light through the icicles on the trees. Qingyun raised his eyes and looked around. It was amazing that the words he wrote had become reality.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Shengyu slowed down his tone and spoke as gently as a feather brushing past. His subordinates all said that his voice was cold, and he was afraid that speaking normally would seem like he was being mean to her.

"The ice looks colorful and beautiful." Qingyun pointed and saw that the withered trees were reborn because of the ice cones.

Fu Shengyu followed her hand and saw some small ice balls on the branches, like winter fruits. In the cold and bleak winter day, these trees were so beautiful in obscurity.

"Qingyun has eyes that can discover beauty. These trees are indeed beautiful in a different way."

Fu Shengyu subconsciously praised his daughter more. He had been a child himself, so he knew how to be a father. It was just that when he saw a virtuous person, he wanted to emulate him, and when he saw an unvirtuous person, he reflected on himself.

"Qingyun, does she like winter?" Fu Shengyu felt that his daughter liked winter very much, because she liked to play snowball fights, look at ice sculptures, and even discover such tiny beauty of winter.

"I like spring." Qingyun looked at the bleak mountain scenery and felt that everyone was lonely.

"There are many flowers in spring, and it is flourishing. Many people like it."

"No, because spring is the farthest from winter." Fu Qingyun looked at his son and spoke of the pain they both shared, "It won't be that cold."

It seemed that all the pain would not be so painful after being spoken out. Fu Shengyu stared into his daughter's dark eyes, trying to see if there was any trace of his childhood that he could not bear to recall.

"With father around, Qingyun can also find that winter is also very good." Fu Shengyu wanted to cry. He had a special feeling for this adopted daughter who had only been with him for two days.

He used to think that he was not a good father, so he didn't want to have a child. But when he really saw his daughter appear in front of him, he felt an inexplicable connection, as if they shared a heart and their blood resonated.

"Qingyun has eyes that can discover beauty. You can bring your father to see it together." Fu Qingyun narrowed her eyes and smiled. She didn't want her own son to see the emotions in her eyes that did not belong to a child.

Fu Shengyu continued walking forward holding his daughter. He felt a little like he was his daughter's father, but his daughter looked a little like his mother. He found it very strange that such a young child could say such touching words.

When he was a child, he was silent like a little mute, as if no matter what he said, his parents would slap him in the face.

Now that I think about it, it’s really rare that his teeth are still so good.

Fu Shengyu found it a bit funny and a small smile appeared on his lips. He had been reminiscing more and more in the past two days.

"Aunt said I look like my father very much." Fu Qingyun saw the plum blossoms. It seemed that there were more of them today, like fiery clouds borrowed from the horizon, giving a warm feeling of summer.

"You are my child, of course you look like me." Fu Shengyu suddenly understood something. He was becoming the parents he longed to have. It was normal for his child, who was educated by him, to be like him. It turned out that he was becoming his own parent.

"It's bare here." Fu Qingyun saw a bench under a tree and a large patch of bamboo behind it, and thought that Wen Geyin would not dig the winter bamboo shoots from here.

"There are several peach trees here, and the tall one is a pear tree. Unfortunately, the pears are a bit sour, but the flowers in spring are beautiful. You can take pictures here in a beautiful dress, and your brother Ayin will take beautiful pictures of you." Fu Shengyu seemed to be thinking of the beautiful scenery, and the curve of his mouth became bigger and bigger.

"I want to take pictures with my father and my aunt, and then put them on my desk. I saw that very big table, one on each side." Fu Qingyun was a little excited. She wanted to record all the beautiful things. Every minute and every second of time was precious, and she didn't want to miss any of it.

"Okay, I will also put Qingyun's photo on the desk." Fu Shengyu wondered whether he should ask someone to fertilize these trees early next year so that they can grow lush branches and leaves and bloom profusely.

"Qingyun, look, this is bamboo." Fu Shengyu took his daughter closer. Although it was still lush and green, it was certainly not as lush as in summer, and it seemed that some leaves had fallen off.

The white snow bent the green bamboos, and the top sections were about to touch the ground, but Fu Qingyun knew that once the snow melted, they would stand proudly again.

"The snow presses the branches low, yet they cannot touch the mud. Once the red sun rises, they will still be level with the sky." Fu Shengyu recited this poem, and he actually felt a sense of heroism.

"As good as the sky! Hahahaha." Fu Qingyun shouted with a laugh, scaring away a flock of birds in the woods behind.