Villain [Rebirth]

The southern gentleman said his little dragons were evil dragons.

For two whole days, Song Qi couldn't get over the bad news, and lay on the bed in a daze.

He put a whole box of little dragons around him one by one, and he wanted them to know that he still loved them and that he would never think of them as evil dragons.

In the past two days, his father and mother came into the house several times to say something to him, but because he was sad, he didn't hear clearly.

Everything in front of him seemed to be spinning, and Jiang's words kept echoing in his ears.

"Take the dragon back and hide it."

"Then why did you give it to me?"

"I never said I wanted to."

When these words were circling in his mind, his father was standing beside the bed, talking to him calmly and gently, but Song Qi felt that his father was angry.

Why is father angry?Why does Jiang hate Feilong?

Song Qi's thoughts were quickly hijacked by the southern gentleman again, and he became dazed.

"Why don't you always listen to what daddy says?" Song Mingchang looked at his chubby son lying on his back on the bed, but he still couldn't bear to let out the anger in his heart.

This child, like Xia Mian, has a special power that makes it impossible for people to get angry with their mother and child.

But this time, Song Mingchang had to teach his son a severe lesson.

He had to take seriously the issue of his son being spoiled by Aestivation.

"Look at Daddy, Ah Qi! Did you hear that?" Song Mingchang began to lose patience: "Did Daddy tell you not to talk about flying dragons with your guests last month?"

Hearing this, the woman sitting in the chaise longue not far away stretched herself like a cat, her pair of water-like peach blossom eyes looked sideways at the man beside the bed, her voice was slightly hoarse as if she hadn't woken up, and she was angry Said: "Last month, how long ago was that? Do you want Ah Qi to remember how much milk he drank last month?"

"Mianmian!" Song Mingchang made up his mind not to allow his wife to protect his son, and said solemnly: "Even if you always protect him, he doesn't take my words to heart!"

The corners of Xia Mian's mouth raised slowly, stood up, twisted her slender waist, walked in front of Song Mingchang, stretched out her slender fingers to hold his face: "Then how many words that my father and mother said when I was five years old are in my heart?"

Song Mingchang frowned and held his wife's hand, telling her to be more serious, "Even if I don't remember it now, I can't just turn around and forget it at the time. Look at how the Jiang family raised their children."

Xia Mian snorted, "Isn't it just a prudish look, the Jiang family is like that."

She remembered that at the dust-cleaning banquet that day, the group of Jiang family disciples sitting in the south were all looking for opportunities to peek at her. She deliberately lowered her head and drank the soup to give them a chance, then suddenly picked up her eyes and saw the row of disciples brushing together. Brush lowered his head.

It's just hilarious.

"How can this be called hypocrisy?" Song Mingchang said urgently: "It's not like you don't know the grievances between the ancestors of the Jiang and Song Dynasties. After my father's generation, it was hard for me to turn hostility into friendship. I didn't mention the past, just to respect each other."

"If it's really respectful, Jiangdu Yunhe should let us release all the dragons." Xia Mian complained, "Who doesn't know that there has been a Yaoguang for thousands of years, not to mention that half of the clansmen who died in the battle died in Song Huaixu. In my hand, why are you using the dragon to vent your anger? In my opinion, they are trying to scare the chickens to scare the monkeys. According to this principle, our ancestors have Song Huaixu, and the whole family should accompany him..."

"Mianmian!" Song Mingchang scolded.

Scaring Song Qi back to his senses, he looked at his mother nervously.

"Be good, baby, don't be afraid." Xia Mian immediately leaned over and hugged her son, and deliberately said to her son, "Ah Qi, tell Jiang's eldest son that these are good dragons, right?"

Song Qi looked at his mother: "They are all divine dragons that protect the common people! They are not evil dragons!"

"Well said." Xia Mian cast a sideways glance at Song Mingchang, and said sarcastically, "You are the only man in the Song family, dare to tell the truth to the Jiang family."

Song Mingchang's face darkened, he was really angry, and he warned in a low voice: "If you keep talking to the child like this, let Ah Qi stay in the yard, and the guests are not allowed to step out of the yard until they go down the mountain."

Xia Mian's wandering gaze instantly became bewildered, Yan Mei frowned, and raised her eyes to her husband: "Then I'll stay here with him!"

Song Mingchang couldn't see his wife's grievance, the anger in his chest was extinguished immediately, he only sighed, and walked away.

Xia Mian's aggrieved deer-like expression immediately changed back to a tired and mischievous look, and he lowered his head and smiled at his son with two small canine teeth, and asked curiously: "Is the kid from the Jiang family very angry when you say that?"

Song Qi didn't understand what her mother was talking about.

Xia Mian asked him to tell her about Jiang Cifeng's reaction after hearing "the dragon protects the common people".

Song Qi then told how Jiang Cifeng buried the flying dragon in a flowerpot to hibernate, and wiped the flying dragon clean with his sleeve.

My mother suddenly laughed so hard that the flower branches trembled.

"Oh my god..." Xia Mian wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "There are such interesting children in the Jiang family? I was wrong."

She asked her son how he got along with Jiang Cifeng a few days ago, and after listening to it, she immediately looked at her son angrily: "He is not shy, but he dislikes you! You silly boy, are you my own? Mother I told you that if you like someone, you can’t put it too much on your face, you have to hide it in your heart, it’s good to be seven points to others, but only five points to him, so that he will take the initiative to ask for the remaining five points.”

Song Qi nodded, but Xiao Baozi's face was blank.

I have to admit that although he is a very smart kid, most of the time he still doesn't know what his mother is talking about.

But he understood the first sentence.

Not shy, but dislike you.

Does Jiang despise him?

At the same time, Jiang Cifeng was thinking about similar issues in the study——

He obviously always hated that little fat man.

Why in the past two days, I have repeatedly pretended to pass by the study window, subconsciously looking for the figure of the little fat man?

What is he expecting?

For two consecutive days, my mind was in chaos. When I closed my eyes at night, I remembered the picture of the little fat man from the Song family crying and running away.

He shouldn't feel guilty about it, even his father said so.

Blame Uncle Song for not reminding Song Qi in advance.

It's strange that the teachers didn't say that there are good dragons in the world, and those who don't know are innocent.

But the fact is that the one who made Song Qi cry was him, Jiang.

Although the little fat man is stupid, he has a strong personality. When he fell down while playing games, he didn't even frown. When he got up, he clapped his hands and smiled at him. He seemed to be lit by the sun.

Such Song Qi was made to cry by him.

Jiang Cifeng was about to go crazy, making the little fat man cry, making him feel more sinful than the Demon Lord.

He needed to find something to divert his attention, so he went to the next yard to practice swords with his brothers.

Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Brother Chu were unraveling their moves in the yard, when they saw the young master walking in, they stopped.

Brother Zhao raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "Why did Cifeng come to see us when he has time? Didn't the young master of the Song family stop on the way?"

Jiang Cifeng smiled awkwardly, and said that Song Qi would not come to him again.

The whole other courtyard knew that the young master of the Song family was attached to their young master of the Jiang family every day. After hearing this, the two senior brothers were curious about the reason.

Jiang Cifeng actually didn't like to discuss personal matters with others, but this incident gave him a headache, so he told his two senior brothers what happened.

After listening, the two senior brothers were very angry.

They were angry because the Song family allowed their children to worship dragons.

It can be seen that there are still some members of the Song family who have no guilt at all for the catastrophe caused by the evil dragon.

"There's no respect at all." Senior Brother Chu said angrily, "You actually gave Ci Feng that evil woodcarving. Fortunately, he is a five-year-old child. If he was older, I would definitely not be able to resist. He can't be killed. Humiliation, what does he mean by that?"

Jiang Cifeng thought that he would want to hear such comforting words of common hatred, but for some reason, after listening to it, he wanted to explain to his senior brother that the flying dragon that Song Qi sent was not an evil dragon.

But he quickly regained his senses, and he had already thought about how his brothers would react when they heard this.

A traitor to the Jiang family?

Forget it, but Jiang Cifeng still euphemistically explained: "Song Qi didn't mean to insult me."

"That's true," Senior Brother Chu said with a smile, "That baby really likes our young master, it's like a dog's skin plaster, and you can't even shake it off."

Senior Brother Zhao also laughed: "That's a heavy burden, we may not be able to shake it off."

"Hahahaha!" The two senior brothers laughed loudly.

Jiang Cifeng forced a smile, which was a little stiff.

The senior brothers made fun of the little fatty of the Song family, which made him very uncomfortable.

He didn't want to practice sword anymore, he wanted to find an excuse to leave when his brother stopped laughing.

However, the two senior brothers didn't have enough jokes, so senior brother Chu began to imitate Song Qi's slurred pronunciation: "I'm going to wash my (face)!"

"Hahahaha!" Brother Zhao also imitated the accent of the little fat man of the Song family and said, "I didn't bother you (Jiang Mou)!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Okay, don't talk about that." The polite smile on Jiang Cifeng's face could hardly be maintained anymore.

If he had heard the seniors teasing Song Qi a few days earlier, he might have thought it was funny, but at this moment he felt that the seniors were deliberately mocking Song Qi to vent their anger because of the evil dragon.

Brother Chu hadn't noticed the change in the young master's face, and he said to Jiang Cifeng happily: "He came to me a few days ago and asked, 'Do you know if Jiang is afraid of that (spicy)?' Hahahaha!"

"Enough." Jiang Cifeng's face completely sank.

"What's the matter?" Brother Zhao realized that the atmosphere was not right in time, and looked at the young master with a restrained smile.

"Enough is enough, please." Jiang Cifeng looked up at the two senior brothers: "Our accent also sounds weird to their tribe, they are not so boring."

Jiang Cifeng left the other courtyard.

Originally, he wanted to divert his attention, but at this moment, the guilt in his heart deepened.

The attitude of the seniors made him see his previous self.

How did Song Qi treat him?

"Wait for you to pick me up, big hero!"

That immature child's voice sounded in his head, and Jiang Cifeng's amber pupils suddenly lit up.

He finally thought of a reason to take the initiative to find the little fatty of the Song family.