After wearing Mary Suvin, the male protagonist and I got together

Xiang Yu didn't continue to walk forward, and stood still as soon as he settled near the pavilion.

Uncle Qiao nodded at him, hurried a few steps, whispered a few words next to the old man, and when he raised his head, he glanced at Xiang Yu from the corner of his eye.

The old man hung the scissors for pruning branches and leaves in his fingertips, and made a gesture of presenting. The servants who were serving at the side immediately stepped forward, took the scissors and returned respectfully.

Xiang Yu didn't move, just stood there obediently and looked at the old man with his back turned to him.

"Coming?" The old man wiped his hands and shouted. At the same time as he turned his head, Uncle Qiao and the others retreated, leaving a space enough for the two of them to talk.

Uncle Qiao winked at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yuxin understood, and stepped forward to support the push handles on both sides of the old man's wheelchair.

"I'm here." Xiang Yu agreed.

Uncle Qiao stood on the side and bent slightly, and saw the old man waved his hand, and the people standing around also came out one after another.

Soon the modest garden was emptied.

There are green plants on all sides, and there is a narrow cobblestone path next to it. Other than that, there is only the road where he just came.

The old man turned his head to look at him, and the white hair on his sideburns flashed. He leaned on the chair and said in a relaxed tone, "Are you wondering what I asked you to do today?"

Xiang Yu paused, exhaled from his throat, and said honestly, "Yes."

The old man laughed, his voice was not clear and clear, and he just had a bold feeling when he laughed. He pointed in a direction at random, and the exposed fingertips were rough, and the muscles on them were shriveled, like a bearded bird. Blotted the grapes.

"Go to the thatched cottage," the old man said, "Do you know where it is?"

I know there are ghosts.

Xiang Yu, who didn't even know the way, just turned the direction of the wheelchair, glanced at the top of his head, "I don't know."

The old man said again, "I'll point the way, and you push me."

Xiang Yu looked around and saw the main road from the small road. The direction the old man pointed just now was the direction of the small road. The road was bumpy and not at all like a place that could carry a wheelchair. "Where do you go? Go back the same way?"

"This way."

The old man pointed his finger.

Xiang Yu looked at him speechlessly. The old man was wearing a semi-elliptical hat with a hard shell extending from the front, making his expression almost invisible.

Xiang Yu didn't know if this person was trying to tease him or what, if he bumped this noble Buddha, the spittle of the people around here would probably drown him.

Xiang Yu looked up again, hesitantly asked, "From here?"

The old man's voice floated from under the hat, sounding quite determined, "That's it."

Sighing to Yu, he straightened up, shook his neck twice, and made a crisp sound. After a while, he walked around the wheelchair and squatted in front of the old man.

I was taken aback by the old man, "what?"

Xiang Yu turned his head, looked up at the face under his hat, and pointed at the pebbles on the ground by the way, and said as a matter of course, "Carry you over there."

To the old man: "...."

He probably realized that Xiang Yu had misunderstood, sighed, and pointed again, "There is a rattan gate next to it."

Xiang Yu showed doubts, and went to the cobblestone path to wait and see. Sure enough, there was a rattan gate blocking it. From a distance, it merged with the flowers next to it. Once opened, there were two different roads. Pebbles, smooth and dark rock on the right.

The big family is really extraordinary, and an ordinary road can also create two different tricks.

Xiang Yu retreated silently, holding the handle on his back again.

As soon as the wheelchair was pushed, there was the sound of tires squeezing and rubbing against the ground below, and he groaned to the old man, and finally got to the point after a while, Xiang Yu was even relieved the moment he spoke, "How are you doing recently? "

Xiang Yu opened the door and pushed the wheelchair in first. I don't know what kind of muscle in the designer's mind was broken. He built a road and built a sense of superiority. If he insisted on not taking the usual road, he squeezed in with difficulty. , and continued to push the wheelchair, "It's okay. It's been a good time."

The old man hummed, "Still at Shen's house?"

Xiang Yu stared at the front, and some trees grew tall, which obscured his sight, "Didn't his family buy a school district house near the school? It's convenient there."

The old man sat very straight, his sitting posture was like a tall poplar tree, he paused and said, "How about I buy you a set too?"

Xiang Yu: "..."

Xiang Yu pushed him to turn a corner, and felt that the old man had a very good attitude today, and he treated him like the sky and the earth that day. If it was lightning and thunder a few days ago, today it will be spring wind and rain.

His thoughts turned around in his mind. After he relaxed, there was no pressure, and he deliberately spoke less scruples, "Okay, then hurry up, it is said that there are not many houses over there."

The old man laughed.

Now they are completely separated from that garden, with a wide field of vision, crossing a small bridge in front, and not far away are contiguous houses.

Xiang Yu pushed the wheelchair over. There were other servants near the house. When they saw their uncle and nephew coming, they hurriedly bowed to say hello.

After the old man answered his question, he guided Xiang Yu to walk along the path by the wall, and after walking a few steps, he saw the gate.

Before entering the door, the old man held the handrail and asked one last question, "If I want to leave, would you like to go abroad with me?"

Xiang Yu's footsteps stopped.

Xiang Yu was a little surprised for a moment, but he quickly calmed down. He pondered for a moment and said, "I don't think it will work."

The old man said, "Why? Because of Xiang Jun? He won't let you go?"

Xiang Yu took two steps on the marble surface, and pushed the person through the door again. The room on this side did not know what was going on. Very divisive.

While pushing him, he said, "No."

The old man changed his mind, "Because I stayed abroad for a long time before, so I don't want to go?"

Xiang Yu shook his head, "No."

The old man felt that this was a lucrative thing, and he could completely avoid the intersection with Xiang Jun's family. Even if the child had a special status, as long as he couldn't see him, he wouldn't have the conditions to create problems, but he still heard the reluctance out of thin air. "why?"

Xiang Yu thought for a while, and suddenly remembered Shen Chong's slightly melancholy eyes. He closed his eyes and said slowly, "Because I don't want to go."

Old man Xiang had nothing to do with him. He didn't pay attention just now, and Xiang Yu almost pushed the wrong way again, so he had to direct Xiang Yu to turn around and back again.

Xiang Yu helped the old man's wheelchair around again. The soles of his shoes touched the cold and hard ground, making a clear sound. The huge hall was empty, and the two of them were like ghosts walking.

The old man was also a little silent, but he still wanted to persuade him, "You also know about this matter between you and your brother."

"Well," Xiang Yu didn't change his expression when he heard this, "I just found out that it's been two days, and you haven't told me all this time, and I don't know if my guess is right."

The old man said: "You say."

Xiang Yu raised his head slightly, and stopped in front of a door under the guidance of the old man. There was a key hanging on the door, and it seemed that it was not locked. thing."

The old man laughed, "Now you know."

Xiang Yu pushed the door open.

Facing them was a huge portrait. I don't know if it was a problem with the light, but Xiang Yu could feel the huge pressure of the portrait just by standing at the door.

The old man made a narration introduction at the side, turned the wheelchair to the left, moved a place by himself, and motioned to Xiang Yu to look, "You go and have a look."

This portrait is an oil painting. The people in the painting are standing and sitting. The standing man is holding his hat with one hand, and the tall outer collar covers half of his chin. The other hand is on the shoulder of the sitting woman. .

The closer you get, the more blurred your face becomes.

Xiang Yu stood under the portrait and looked at the old man at the door. Before he could speak, the old man took the initiative to say, "Your parents."

"I want you to meet them."

Xiang Yu stood for a while without saying anything, and the old man quietly let him watch. Xiang Yu didn't feel anything for the time being, except for shock, which was shock, plus a little bit of disbelief.

"Who drew this?" Xiang Yu looked again.

"Your dad."

When Xiang Yu turned his gaze, the old man changed his words again, "Your father asked someone to draw it."

"Then you knew from the beginning—" Xiang Yu blurted out the words, but was interrupted by the old man before he finished speaking.

"I don't know," said the old man, with a serious expression on his face, and he couldn't say anything. "I took it seriously at the time, and left immediately after the domestic affairs were handed over."

After all, this kind of extreme triangular literature is not something that anyone can read.

"what about now"

"So now I want to ask you, would you like to go back with me? Let him handle your brother's own affairs. You don't need to take care of it, and you don't need to bear it."

Now Xiang Yu understood what the old man meant. Now he was playing the emotional card and wanted to go back to be a mascot by his side. Although he wanted to avoid risks, he wanted to keep Xiang Jun away from him.

Xiang Yu put his hands in his pockets, took a step back and continued to look at the portrait, took two steps in front of the portrait, turned his head and smiled, his lips moved slightly, "No."

The old man: "...."

Not much speculation.

The negotiation between the two broke down, and they were completely speechless. Xiang Yu came over, dragged the old man's wheelchair, and closed the door by the way.

The old man probably didn't expect Xiang Yu to be so stubborn, so he immediately became angry. Not to mention Xiang Yu now, just seeing Xiang Jun's face every day makes him have a headache. He can't imagine how Xiang Yu thinks of this ex. After the father and the brother.

Xiang Yu deliberately lowered his voice, "Don't think too much, I'm not fighting for property or anything, I just don't want to go abroad."

The old man recovered his breath, frowned and said, "Who told you that?"

Xiang Yu raised his eyebrows, "Every novel is written like this."

To the old man: "..."

Xiang Yu pushed him away, and his tone was light, "Are you still going to the small garden? I'll push you there."

To the old man: "No, go back to the living room."

Xiang Yu had no idea where the living room was. It would be nice if he could push the old man here, "Then call Uncle Qiao and tell us we're lost."

While waiting for Old Qiao to pick him up, Xiang Yu pushed the old man aside, and found a stone stool to sit on. Next to him was a small bridge and flowing water. You could still see swimming goldfish below. I don’t know if it was stagnant water or running water. .

Xiang Yu picked up a small stone and threw it into it, causing a small wave to splash, and neither of them spoke again.

It wasn't until Uncle Qiao came over that Xiang Yu realized that there was another person behind him.

The man was dressed in a casual style, and it was obvious that he came in a hurry, at least he gave him a glare when he saw him.

The old man obviously saw it too, "Chen Xu."

Xiang Chenxu took two steps forward and came to the old man's side, his face was a bit ugly, "Uncle."

Xiang Yu didn't know what Xiang Chenxu was here for, but it was none of his business. He was about to say goodbye to the old man, but the old man pointed at Xiang Yu and said, "This is your uncle."

Xiang Chenxu: "...."

Xiang Chenxu's face was instantly as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Xiang Yu didn't expect that Mr. Xiang would do such a thing. He was a little surprised, but he felt quite refreshed. After all, seeing Xiang Chenxu deflated was like watching a dog that usually bites people suddenly put on a cage.

Xiang Yu took the call on purpose, and said solemnly, "Hello, nephew."

Xiang Chenxu's expression probably wanted to tear him apart.

Xiang Yu was so angry that he was about to leave, and he didn't want to stay here any longer, but he was quickly dismissed by the old man.

After hearing Xiang Yu calling his nephew, the old man hummed in satisfaction and asked Xiang Yu to stay here and have lunch together.

Xiang Yu asked, "Eat? But I promise Shen Chong—"

The old man said angrily: "What does it look like to be in someone else's house all the time, you just stay here, and I will buy you another house when you go to school."

Xiang Yu: "..."

Nima damn local tyrant.

It was past ten o'clock when Xiang Yu returned to Shen's house. He looked tired, as if he had been sucked dry by a group of brats.

Shen Chong was still sitting downstairs reading a book, and he felt a weight on his neck, and the exposed hair was close to the skin, itching.

Xiang Yu's voice was like a wandering soul, "I'm going to die."

The author has something to say: Cheater, unexpectedly I became a Yuangen player again.There are still a few chapters left to be finished, let's see if we can finish writing together tomorrow.If you don't save the full text of the next book, you will never open it.