Jinghua old dream

"Knocking? He already knows about the elder brother and the third younger brother?"

Zhong Lifei snorted, "A person like Mr. Yu, why doesn't he know?"

Su Jing thought of something, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Who did you say just now?"

"Su Jinghong." Zhong Lifei replied indifferently, picked up the command stick and stroked it on the sand a few times, trying to hide his bewilderment, "Since Su Jingli thought about me..., according to his temperament, Third Master Yu called Don't move him."

Su Jing didn't answer after hearing this, but moved his steps, and approached Zhong Lifei with a slow and prolonged frequency, his face didn't show sadness or joy, but looking at him, it always made people feel a bit cold and dangerous.Zhong Lifei couldn't help taking a step back, but Su Jing grabbed his wrist suddenly, and Su Jing just grabbed his wrist like that, and looked at him motionlessly, as if it had been centuries before he spoke slowly. : "I said—how do you feel about me now?"

Zhong Lifei instinctively wanted to break free from his hand, and when he heard this, he immediately stopped his movements. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head suddenly, then raised it suddenly, and looked at Su Jing with a kind of soft innocence hidden deep inside. .He asked cautiously, "Sir, do you really want me to tell you?"

Su Jing was noncommittal.

Zhong Lifei pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "...the craftsmanship has deteriorated."

"Ah?" Su Jing was taken aback, and it took him a long time to realize that Zhong Lifei was talking about his noodle making skills. He couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and the dangerous atmosphere in his body dissipated. He let go of his hand and cursed with a smile, "You little brat. "That's the end of the topic."

Zhong Lifei laughed, "Yes, you are very old, but I am still young."

The resolute lines rendered the lively and lovely young man, making Zhong Lifei's face even more beautiful. Su Jing knew that he shouldn't be described like this, but he didn't know what words to use to describe him.

It seemed that ever since he put on the beaded chain, the young man had come back to life—although he was alive in the past, he lacked a bit of aura, but now the aura seemed to be completely replenished.

Because of his change, Su Jing felt even more joyful when he saw him—after he figured out how to face the young man in the morning, his escape from before turned into joy.

Su Jing explained with a smile: "I'm only five years older than you."

Zhong Lifei turned sideways, leaned her head on his shoulder, and her long hair fell to his front, indescribably flowing, straight into Su Jing's heart.He was about to reach out, but Zhong Lifei had already turned his head. He watched Zhong Lifei slowly approaching him little by little, and suddenly, Yiman made the foreshadowing, and saw the young man gently kiss his lips.

A kiss, tasted lightly, the boy narrowed his eyes, like a cat stealing fish, "I won't despise you."

Su Jing's tenderness finally turned into a big white eye.

He patted Zhong Lifei's head angrily, "Go to bed, brat."

Zhong Lifei smiled slightly, said "um" in satisfaction, and walked out of the room with him, heading towards the bedroom.

Su Jing and Zhong Lifei in this room were sweet and sweet, but Su Jingming in that room was in a hurry, almost as if his feet had been put in a frying pan—it seemed that they were cooked to a certain extent.

Su Jingming had a dignified and serious expression on his face, his already straightforward face was even more dignified, and he was full of tension, as if he had just come down from the mountain of knives, his feet were so "painful" that he couldn't even step on the ground , and ran into the house in such a hurry, he grabbed Su Jingyu's hand and immediately ran out of the house again.

Su Jingyu didn't understand, so he didn't want to talk to him at first, but couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you going to marry that Miss Ye? Why do you look like you're being killed by a ghost now?"

Su Jingming thought to himself, it's all in the frying pan, that's worse than life-threatening.He didn't answer verbally, until he dragged Su Jingyu all the way to the side house in the north courtyard - Su Yu didn't often live in the Su family's old house, so he only left this side house as a temporary residence for him - stood there, He calmed down, calmed down, and explained to Su Jingyu: "I want to explain to my third uncle. I won't marry that Miss Ye."

Su Jingyu felt a little better when he heard this, but he couldn't help but get angry when he saw Su Jingming's awe-inspiring and righteous expression. He frowned and asked, "Are you going to marry that Miss Ye now?"

"...I won't marry her."

This piece of wood was stuck in Su Jingyu's chest, and he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "I mean, you don't have to marry Ye Jia right now, what are you doing in such a hurry. You are the third uncle in the middle of the night and you don't sleep?"

As soon as his words fell to the ground, the lights in the side house were turned on, and a person opened the door of the side house alone, and answered the words calmly: "I really haven't slept yet."

Su Jingyu: "..."

Su Yu yawned innocently, and glanced at the two with a smile that was not a smile. A cold light flashed in his eyes, which made the two of them feel numb from Tianlinggai to the soles of their feet. Only then was he satisfied, and his lips Zhang He threw out a sentence: "Come in."

Su Jingming clenched his fists, adjusted his breathing, and then opened them. He took Su Jingyu's hand—Su Jingyu couldn't help being nervous at the moment, and his palms were covered with cold sweat—Su Jingming smiled at him. Laughing looks a little silly, but it doesn't make him feel sour.

Su Jingming's eyes were shining, and he said, "We are together."

Su Jingyu managed to get back to his normal state. Just as he nodded, before he could speak, Su Yu turned around. The face that had an inscrutable expression was now full of helplessness:

"I said, what are you two so tired of? Third uncle, do I look like a man who beats mandarin ducks?"

Su Jingming and Su Jingyu looked at each other, and said in unison: "Like."

Su Yu was speechless, and he sighed after a long time, "I already knew about the two of you." He entered the hall of the side house, sat down at the table, glanced at the two of them from the corner of his eyes, and motioned for them to sit down too. Then he spoke again: "Boss, you are awe-inspiring and willful. You put the righteousness of your family and the country on your shoulders, and you put the responsibility on your shoulders. No matter how reluctant you are, you will let go of your personal relationships and rush forward desperately. No matter how much pain there is, you will choose to swallow it alone, am I right?"

Su Jingyu stared at Su Jingming, and Su Jingming turned his head away under his murderous gaze, and nodded with difficulty.

Su Yu got up, walked in front of Su Jingming, met Su Jingming's gaze with sharp eyes, and said word by word: "If you can't even maintain what you want, then how can you protect what you think is right? Stuff? What's the point of chasing things that don't necessarily get you results if you're throwing away the only thing you have?"

Su Jingming was stunned. He lowered his head for a long time before he dared to look up at Su Yu. At this time, Su Yu was still looking at him, but seemed to recall something from the past through him, so every point and every inch of his body, All are filled with the taste of decayed reminiscences that have been corroded by the past like sighs.

After a long, long time, Su Yu came out of the past and turned his gaze to Su Jingyu.

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