Lu Yuanhang quickly perked up his ears after hearing this.

"We have known each other since we were very young, but we had differences when choosing our preferences. At the beginning, we both liked Peking Opera, but then suddenly two people came to the city and stood on the ground and drew a circle in it and said

Just a joke made your master fascinated." Deng Changjun's eyes were a little hollow, he was completely lost in memories.

"Because of this, this is the first time that we have had a conflict. That year, your master was only six years old." Deng Changjun's voice had a hint of gentleness. It was an elusive tone. If I had to describe it, it might be like that.

The most vicissitudes of life tone describes the most childlike situation.

"Later, both of us were firm in our choices. God is fair. He gave your master extraordinary talents, but he couldn't give him a brain that understands the world. You must prove to me once that cross talk is not as good as Peking Opera. In fact.

There is really no need to prove anything to me." Deng Changjun's eyes were already slightly squinted, as if he would fall asleep the next moment.

"Later on, we achieved some success. When we met again, we were already working in our respective industries. At that time, we buried the hatchet and our relationship returned to its original state." Deng Changjun was talking, falling deeper into memories.

, "It will be just like a joke later on. We have decided that if the descendants are of the same sex, they will marry Jinlan, and if they are of the opposite sex, they will marry."

When he said this, Deng Changjun showed a smile on his face that no one could detect.

"But all of a sudden, a lot of things happened to your master." Deng Changjun's voice was a little cold, "Your master also found me frustrated and stayed here all the time without any descendants in his life, so that

Marriage with fingertips has become a joke."

Deng Changjun's voice was very vicissitudes of life, and his tone was full of regret.
Chapter completed!