[Jian San] Zhuang Hua is happy to be a father

"I'll pour it!" Ye Xingtian hurriedly said, jumping off the chair, before jumping to the table, the head of the gods grabbed the back of his neck and slipped it up and threw it into Ye Duanyang's arms. Unhappily said: "If you are thirsty, go pour it yourself, don't bully the children!"

The head of Liufeng curled his lips in disgust, but didn't speak.

On the other side, the warm and good senior brother took the child from his arms, opened another cup and poured another glass of water for Ye Xingtian, Wen Wen smiled and said: "Senior brother Ziyan, I took the little junior to class."

Yushen Chief waved his hand casually, and Ye Duanyang hugged Ye Xingtian and walked away with a smile. He took a plate of snacks from the tea table and brought it to Ye Xingtian: "Eat."

——The look of the dad holding the child in one hand and the snack in the other instantly made Ye Xingtian, who was treated like a child, blush.

But the feeling of being pampered by elder brothers and elders is so wonderful that Ye Xingtian, who is a bit lacking in love and suffers from hidden skin hunger, is unable to refuse.

—Brother, please treat me better!

Although he felt a little ashamed, he was really unwilling to give up this good feeling, so he blushed and lowered his head shyly, wishing to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, but on the other hand, he hugged Ye Duanyang's neck firmly and would not waver.

He whispered "Thank you." He gnawed on the snack, showing a subtle shy look.

Like a little hamster, very cute.

Ye Duanyang couldn't help smiling, and asked while holding him, "Junior Junior Brother, I see that you have some background in hiding swords. Is your family also from the Hidden Sword Villa?"

"It should be." Ye Xingtian said.

Ye Duanyang said: "Did your brother or your father give it to you?"

"I don't know," Ye Xingtian shook his head, and said calmly, "I have amnesia, I don't remember."

"..." Ye Duanyang's clichéd actions had to stop here, but he looked at him very distressed, and said, "Is there anything else that impresses me?"

"No." Ye Xingtian shook his head and said helplessly: "I have thought about it many times since I woke up, but I still can't find the right place. I can't remember anything, except my name, and I even feel that my memory is complete. My memory and life started from that day, nothing is missing.

But how is that possible?How can a person not have a past? "

Ye Duanyang couldn't bear to ask again, rubbed his soft face, and comforted him: "Don't be sad, you will always remember."

"Well," Ye Xingtian nodded, and smiled obediently and softly, the cute Ye Duanyang's liver trembled for a while.

Ye Duanyang said: "Since you have forgotten everything, you can't remember the martial arts you learned before you come here. The five village masters are not here, and no one is directly responsible for your martial arts. We will try our best to teach you in the future. Don't be disgusted. If you encounter For other owners, you can also ask them for advice, if not, you can go to Master Ye Zixuan.

We in Tibetan Sword have three martial arts masters who teach our disciples at any time, Master Ye Songxian who is in charge of the outer disciples, Master Zhang Xia who is in charge of ordinary disciples, and Master Ye Zixuan who is in charge of the inner disciples. "

"Ye Zixuan..." Ye Xingtian asked curiously, "What's the relationship between her and Senior Brother Ziyan?"

"Senior Uncle Zixuan is exactly Brother Ziyan's master."

"...I still want to be a senior brother."

Ye Duanyang rubbed his head with a smile.

The two were talking and arrived at their destination.

The place where the disciples of the inner sect attend classes is not elsewhere, but in the Tianze Building where the master of the Tibetan Sword Villa usually stays.

——The hidden sword disciples are in awe of the big villa master. Everyone in the place where he stays is obedient, competing to express themselves.

So, the teacher put the classroom directly in Tianze Building.

Fortunately, although he was disturbed, the owner himself liked the way the children were earnestly studying hard, and he didn't feel angry. Instead, he often came to listen to their reading.

Ye Xingtian was young, even if he became a "big brother", he still couldn't escape the fate of reading and writing.

"Senior Brother Duanyang, do I need to meet the owner?" Ye Xingtian asked.

Ye Duanyang's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled softly: "Of course."

He took Ye Xingtian to the front of Tianze Tower. The owner of the villa was sitting cross-legged in front of Tianze Tower, with his long silver hair tied into a tall bunch and hanging behind him.

Ye Duanyang stepped forward first, and came to Ye Ying's side to say hello.

Ye Xingtian was a little nervous, but thinking about the friendly appearance of the fifth and second owners, he felt that there was nothing to be nervous about.He took a deep breath, stepped forward with Ye Duanyang's encouragement, and respectfully said: "Ye Xingtian, under Can Xue's sect, pays homage to the big villa master."

Ye Ying turned her head, responded gently but indifferently, and waved to Ye Xingtian: "Come here..."

"!!!" Ye Xingtian raised his head, but when he saw Ye Ying's face, his pupils shrank fiercely, his heart almost stopped, and he almost screamed out.

But subconsciously, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, biting on the words that almost came out of his mouth, and the bloody smell spread out of his mouth.

——At this moment, Ye Xingtian suddenly understood what the strange reaction of Ye Fan and Ye Hui meant, why they pretended to be stupid and refused to reveal anything, and why they hid their swords The look in the eyes of those people in the villa after seeing him was so strange.

——Because he also thought of who his father might be.

— an impossible man.

——Ye Ying, the owner of Hidden Sword Villa.

——Almost more unacceptable than the possibility of being the son of the old owner Ye.

Looking at the face somewhat similar to his own, thinking that this might be his father, the grievance and intimacy in Ye Xingtian's heart were like a river that was about to burst its embankment, and tears almost burst out.He had been searching for half a year, and at this moment he finally saw a possible person. He just wanted to throw himself into the other person's arms, get close and act like a baby without any restraint, and express his grievances and longings in his heart.

But he was also puzzled. He wanted to ask this man, why didn't he look for him?Has he ever found himself?Ever wondered about yourself?He came to Hidden Sword Villa yesterday, why didn't the owner of the villa summon him to see how he was doing during the days he disappeared...

Ye Xingtian couldn't understand, his complex and turbulent emotions turned into majestic tears, making him want to throw everything away and throw himself into Ye Ying's arms and cry.

...But he suddenly thought of what he said yesterday—"...Of course, it doesn't matter if my parents are inconvenient to meet me, I just want to know who they are, and then take a sneak peek to fulfill my wish , will never destroy and disturb their current life..."

Everyone is ambiguous, everyone is perfunctory, even Master Ye Dazhuang has no intention of admitting it.

That is...in fact, I don't want to admit it...

Ye Xingtian suddenly felt that he was very smart, so smart was out of place.

It would be great if he didn't suddenly figure it out...

If you don't understand, you won't care...

If you don't mind, you won't get hurt...

He suddenly wanted to cry even more. Unlike the joy before, the sourness and sadness in his heart was worse than the unknown parents!

Ye Xingtian thought of what he said, endured the turbulent emotions in his heart, put away his tears, raised his smiling face, walked towards Ye Ying, and said with a cute smile: "Big Villa Master."

He laughed so hard that it was ugly, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, his eyes glistened with tears, and he might not be able to restrain himself from crying at almost any moment.

Ye Ying took Ye Xingtian's hand and pulled it in front of her, her fingers landed on his face, stroking him little by little...

Ye Xingtian stared obsessively at the face close at hand, feeling the warmth of the other's fingers touching his face, tears suddenly fell down unconsciously.

He didn't want to cry, even if this person didn't want to recognize himself, he didn't want to ruin this rare meeting.But when the man's gentle and broad palm fell on his face to caress, he couldn't control the grievance and sadness in his heart.

Ye Ying paused with her fingertips and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Ye Xingtian said: "It's nothing, it's just that the owner feels kind and reminds me of my father."

Ye Ying said: "Do you remember who your father is?"

Ye Xingtian cried: "No, maybe I will never remember it."——Because he didn't want me to remember it.

Ye Ying was silent for a while, gently wiped away Ye Xingtian's tears with her slender fingers, and said softly: "...I will always remember."

He waved lightly and asked Ye Duanyang to take Ye Xingtian down.

After the two left, Ye Ying frowned and asked in doubt: "Is that child really similar to me?"

Luo Fuxian looked at the child who was still sobbing tenderly, looked at Ye Duanyang squatting in front of him, coaxing him, and said softly: "It's only two or three minutes. Didn't the young master touch his face?"

Ye Yingdao: "It's because of this that I feel strange. There are countless people in the world who are similar, and it's even more common to be three-point similar. Why do everyone think that child is my heir?"

Luo Fuxian said kindly: "In terms of facial features, it's true that there are only two or three similarities, but if you walk on the street together, everyone will praise you - what a father and son look, if you say that you are father and son, No one doubts it. If you say it has nothing to do with it, no one will believe it."

"..."

Ye Ying was silent, he didn't know how to understand Luo Fuxian's weird logic.

——What you said is completely unreasonable and unreasonable, okay? !

Luo Fuxian said slowly again: "Young Master Xingtian and your facial features are only two or three points similar, but if you count the skin, it is eight or nine points similar."

"!!!" Ye Ying was stunned.

Luo Fuxian smiled softly, and said: "Master, you know your skin yourself. The real icy muscle and jade bones are like peeled lychees, smooth and translucent. The delicate pink color can be broken by blowing bombs." It's a feeling that's rare in the world."

"..." Ye Ying...

"Unfortunately, young master Xingtian is the second person with this kind of skin color that I have ever seen. Not only the skin color, but his skin is just like the young master, flawless."

"And Master Xingtian is just like the young master. He is a born martial arts genius. One coincidence is a coincidence, two coincidences are accidents, but when so many coincidences come together..."

She looked back at Ye Ying with a meaningful smile, and said in a gentle voice: "If it wasn't for this servant who clearly remembered that ten years ago, the young master was still retreating in the sword hut to forge the Remnant Snow Sword. The young master's servants who have grown up also have to wonder if this is the treasure left by the young master inadvertently."

"..." Ye Ying...

"My young master, I'm afraid you won't be able to settle this wronged debt - no one will believe your innocence." Luo Fuxian smiled sympathetically.

"..." Ye Ying...

Ye Ying silently lowered her head and stopped talking. He closed his eyes and sat there motionless. No one knew what he was thinking.

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#The truth of the small theater? The prophecy emperor#

Luo Fuxian: (pity) Master, no one will believe your innocence.

Ye Ying: (Confidence) The truth cannot be fake, and the fake cannot be true.

Luo Fuxian: (pity) Hehe...

……

...I heard that the owner of the villa has a son→_→? ...

...Yes, yes, the mother-in-law of my junior brother's sister is served in the yard of the Second Villa Master. It is said that the Second Villa Master said it himself...

...Should I still use the words of the second villa owner?Didn't the big manor acquiesce? ...

...Yes, yes, if it wasn't true, the second villa owner would have suppressed this matter long ago, okay...

...It turned out to be true╭(°A°`)╮...

...Hey, have you heard that the big villa owner has a child...

...Qi, when is the information already outdated? I heard that the son of the big manor is very similar to the big man!It's totally different from us! ...

... What does it look like, I heard that the son of the big manor is as talented as the big man! ...

...As expected, he is the son of the great owner...

...As expected of the son of the great owner...

……

Luo Fuxian: Hehe...

Ye Ying: ...

Luo Fuxian: Master, what do you think?

Ye Ying: Rumors stop at the wise, but I forgot that the world is always dominated by idiots.

Luo Fuxian: Hehe...

Do you think you can recognize each other →_→?Ha, how is it possible? !too naive!Is my Zhuang Hua such a person who yields so easily? !

— Do you really want to hit me?

——Come on~

——I can't reach it, I can't reach it, hehe...

[Thanks to Yun Lilu, I love Xiao Aliang and Qiao Qiao's mines

——The little friends said that you can act cute like this. In order to prevent you from being beaten, I will show you cute first.

——Look at how cute and cute I am!You must be reluctant to hit me, right? 】