[69 Book Bar-www.] Chapter 2 The Nine Dragons Dominating Heavenly Skills (1)

The old wooden door slowly opened with a "creaking" sound. A simple, 60-year-old face with many wrinkles looked a little pale, like an old man who had recovered from his illness.

However, even so, after seeing the person coming, a satisfied smile appeared on his pale face, and the loving expression in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

"Isn't there a class today? Why are you back so early? How are you studying? You kid have to work hard, otherwise..." The old man kept nagging as soon as he opened the door, not giving Lin Feng outside the door a chance to speak.

"Well, I know, I know you will say so much. By the way, old man, your illness is okay! I haven't seen you for a few days, but you are not as handsome as you were two days ago." Lin Feng carefully looked at the only relative in front of him, and said half-jokingly.

However, my heart still couldn't help but feel tingling. Yes, in just a few days, the old man who was always healthy in Lin Feng's impression had completely changed. Although, his face was as smiling as usual, and he kept nagging to himself as always.

However, Lin Feng knew that the situation of "old single" might not be as simple as it seems, but Lin Feng didn't want to think more and ask more.

However, seeing the wrinkles on the forehead of the "old single" and the white hair that seemed to grow overnight on her head. At this moment, Lin Feng seemed to understand a lot and knew what he should do in the future.

Looking at the faint tears in Lin Feng's eyes, the old man felt relieved. Unexpectedly, his boy knew that he cared about people in a blink of an eye.

"Come in quickly. There is still some food in the pot, so eat some first. By the way, after the meal, go to the field to collect the beans. Old man, I have a rare day of stolen leisure today, so young people have to make more." The old man turned around and said with a nagging smile.

"Oh, I understand," Lin Feng sighed and followed closely.

Walking into the house, looking at a wooden table and two chairs in the house, smelling the unforgettable smell of life, Lin Feng calmed down anxiously and sighed sincerely: "It's better to be at home."

"Are you a little man, you are a little devil, eat quickly, and work quickly after eating." Lin Feng was stunned, the old man's kind voice came from his ears. Then, looking at the steaming dishes and soup on the table, his appetite suddenly became loud, and he ate no matter how hard he was.

He quickly swept away all the food on the table, and Lin Feng, who had burped, said with satisfaction: "Old man, I didn't expect that he would be able to get better in a few days, and he would almost endure me to death."

Indeed, what Lin Feng would say is not flattering or bragging. The food in the school cafeteria is incomparable to his own, one on the ground and the other on the sky. Moreover, compared to the whole village, the old man's craftsmanship is definitely a rare match. I can't figure it out that such a good man is not as good as a woman.

Before he could see, Lin Feng remembered the old man's nickname again. His eyes kept turning around the old man's whole body, as if he was about to see the origin.

Not to mention, it is worthy of pulling Lin Feng with one hand. Lin Feng doesn't say it, but from his eyes, he knows what the boy in front of him is thinking. To put it bluntly, Lin Feng's butt moves and he knows what he wants to fart.

"What are you thinking about? You little farmer, hurry up and work after you finish your meal. Otherwise, it will be dark later and you will suffer. I have something to say before. I haven't finished it, and I will have no food to eat tonight." The old man showed a majestic expression on his face and said threateningly.

Not to mention, although Lin Feng usually has no big or small relationship with the old man and likes to joke, but since he was born, the only thing he is afraid of is the old man in front of him, especially the momentum that is not angry or deliberately revealed, which makes Lin Feng even more breathless.

"I understand," Lin Feng ran away without thinking about staying there for a moment. He picked up the harvesting knife on the wall, picked up the shoulder pole next to him, and ran quickly into the ground.

He ran for a few minutes in one breath until he could not see the dilapidated tile house in his sight, and then stopped.

"Ahem, I'm scared to death. I didn't expect that the old man will become more and more scary as he grows older." Lin Feng, who stopped and gasped, turned around and said with lingering fear.

Looking back at the moment, the momentum that the "old man" showed was almost crushing his "thin arms and tender legs". Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would have suffered.

However, Lin Feng was really strange. According to previous experience, if the "old man" did not retract his momentum, he would seem to be unable to move a single finger. However, today, it would be a miracle to be able to run away just by pulling his legs.

Moreover, Lin Feng is sure that the "old man" definitely did not let go of the water this time, and even increased his momentum than before. Lin Feng really couldn't think of the reason for this.

However, what was a little uncertain was that Lin Feng seemed to feel that just when he couldn't stand the momentum of the "old man", a warm current flowed out from his abdomen, and then, he felt that the pressure on his body was relieved a lot in an instant. So he ran away in a daze.

In fact, Lin Feng is not the only one who is confused now. The old man in the room was stunned when he looked at Lin Feng who ran away without a trace.

"Oh, are you really old? But this time I used nearly 30% of it, so why would this happen?" The old man murmured as he looked at the direction where Lin Feng disappeared.

Besides, Lin Feng, who couldn't think of the reason, simply didn't think about it and quickly completed the work in his hand. Lin Feng, who walked in three steps, completed the nearly twenty minutes of journey in less than five minutes.

Looking around, there are ripe bean fields waiting to be harvested everywhere. A gust of June hot wind blows away, and a "swish" sound sounds sounded in the bean fields. At this time, there are already many busy figures in the field, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

"Oh, isn't this Xiaofeng? Why did you come back so early today? By the way, is my Ling'er back?" Just as Lin Feng walked towards his own field, a woman in her forty dressed in plain clothes but could not hide her mature charm came towards her.

"Aunt Zhao, your beans are a bumper harvest this year! My old man was not feeling very comfortable when he came in, so I came back early. Sister Ling'er may have to wait a while, but it should be soon!" Looking at the woman in front of him who was not lost by the wind and rain, but instead exuded the unique charm of a shu woman, Lin Feng replied politely.

"Oh, that's it! Well, Auntie is back first. You can go to work hard. It's getting dark, and you'll go home early." Aunt Zhao, who was plump in shape, said a few words and rushed back.

Looking at Aunt Zhao who was still leaving, Lin Feng had to feel that she really had a mother, no wonder Zhao Linger, who looked so savvy and had such a charming mother. As mentioned in the book, Zhao Linger must have inherited Aunt Zhao's excellent genes, otherwise she would not be the leader of the three flowers in the village.

However, Lin Feng did not have bad thoughts, but the normal psychological reaction of adolescents. Especially Lin Feng, who lacks maternal love, seems to have an indescribable feeling for the kind of adult woman.

In addition, when it comes to Zhao Ling'er, Lin Feng couldn't help feeling proud. Because this village flower was obedient to him and was very good since he was a child. Thinking about the time when he was a child, he followed him without hesitation. Even whenever he played house, he must have played his wife as Zhao Ling'er.

Even now, Zhao Ling'er is still as good as ever to him. If Lin Feng had not believed in "rabbits do not eat grass by their nests", I'm afraid Zhao Ling'er would not be able to escape Lin Feng's "poisonous hand".

Thinking of Zhao Ling'er, who always calls herself "Brother Feng" in his ear, Lin Feng felt satisfied. He thought to himself: "It's not that my brother doesn't like it, but that my brother's requirements are too high."
Chapter completed!