At this time, the shack where the Song family was located was crowded with people, all craning their necks to look at the father and son standing at the door.
The father and son look very similar, wearing clothes of the same color, style and pattern. The older man has an elegant temperament and looks about 24 or 25 years old. Standing next to the younger man, he looks more like a pair of brothers.
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The villagers in Songjiaao started talking in low voices:
"These father and son are not ordinary people at first glance. Why do they come here to find Xi Yatou? Could it be that Xi Yatou has offended them?"
"Although Xi girl is very capable, she never takes the initiative to cause trouble. Even if she offends the father and son, it must be the father and son who are at fault first."
"Let's take a look first. If Xi Yatou really has a problem with them, we have to protect her for a while, and we can't let our own people be bullied."
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Some people were worried and hurried to inform the old village chief.
Being surrounded by so many people, Zhao Mingliang did not feel uncomfortable, but he was very disgusted with the simple and messy environment around him: "Dad, where is the place where people live? When we see Sister Xixi later, let's take her home.
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Before coming here, he was still depressed because Song Xixi randomly made up his address and deceived him. Now that he found out that Song Xixi lived in such a bad place, he threw away his depression and just wanted to take Song Xixi away from here.
Even the title has changed from "little beggar" to "Xixi sister" to shorten the relationship.
Speaking of which, I learned this from Yuan Bao who took the initiative to find people.
Zhao Xiuran ignored the only son who thought he was coming out, and walked towards Niu Niu who had been staring at him in the corner.
Niu Niu was so scared that she hurriedly hid in Yang Cuilian's arms, leaving Zhao Xiuran with the back of her head.
A look of helplessness flashed across Zhao Xiuran's face, and he had no choice but to look at Yang Cuilian: "Madam, the boy who just went to look for someone called you aunt. I guess you and Miss Song are also acquaintances?"
It was the first time Yang Cuilian heard such a grand address, and she was so shocked that she waved her hands repeatedly: "Mr. Zhao, just call me Yang."
After that, she said seriously: "We, mother and daughter, encountered bad guys on the way to escape. Fortunately, the Xixi family came to rescue us. Later, I went south with them and came here."
Yang Cuilian didn't know the relationship between Zhao's father and son and Song Xixi, and was worried that they were really looking for trouble as others had said, so she said good things for Song Xixi: "Xixi is honest and kind, and he is an excellent child who is liked by everyone."
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Zhao Xiuran understood the implication of Yang Cuilian's words and immediately told her purpose: "A few days ago, I went into the mountains to hunt, and unfortunately disturbed a herd of wild boars. Fortunately, Miss Song came to rescue me and saved my life. Today, I came to visit Song.
Thank you, girl."
When Yang Cuilian heard this, she immediately felt relieved: "So that's it. This is indeed something Xixi can do."
Seeing that she had let down her guard, Zhao Xiuran began to make insinuations, and soon learned what he wanted to know from Yang Cuilian.
Yang Cuilian had no idea that she had been tricked. Seeing that Zhao Xiuran had no airs at all and came to express his sincere thanks, she secretly lamented that the Song family was about to have good luck, but she also knew that this was because someone's good intentions were rewarded, and others would not envy him.
When the Song family returned to the shack after hearing the news, they saw a man whose demeanor and clothing clearly did not belong here, mingling with the old village chief and others, chatting even more happily.
Seeing the arrogant Zhao Minglang with his head held high, Song Xixi finally confirmed his previous guess.
"Xi Yatou is back!"
Someone in the crowd shouted. Zhao Xiuran and his son both turned around and saw the Song family approaching.
"Sister Xixi!" Zhao Mingliang waved excitedly and rushed over without thinking, but was stopped by the guard in time: "Master, your leg injury is not healed, you must not run!"
Song Qingbai stared at Zhao Mingliang, and the boss shouted unhappily: "Who are you? Are you the one who calls me sister Xixi?"
Zhao Minglang pushed the guard away and said arrogantly: "I didn't call you, can you care?"
After that, he raised his left leg and jumped up to Song Xixi. His arrogant face turned aggrieved in a second: "Sister Xixi, how could you lie to me with a fake address? Do you know that I have been looking for you these days?
How hard it was to find it!”
Song Xixi felt a chill and couldn't help but take two steps back: "Don't talk to me like this."
It's good to keep the posture of Tianliang Wangpo.
Zhao Mingliang was puzzled by what he meant, and the look of grievance on his face became even thicker. Just as he was about to ask, a large handbag was stretched out and slipped away.
"Miss Song, I, Zhao Xiuran, thank you for rescuing the dog three days ago!" Zhao Xiuran cupped his fists and bowed deeply towards Song Xixi, treating Song Xixi completely as he would his peers.
Song Xixi was not a real child, so she could handle Zhao Xiuran's thanks very well: "It's just a casual thing, Mr. Zhao doesn't need to take it to heart."
Zhao Xiuran knew that this was not a courtesy, otherwise the little girl would not have given him a fake address before, and it took him a long time to find this place.
With this thought in his mind, the smile on his face became more sincere: "For Miss Song, this is an easy thing. For Ming Lang and the Zhao family, this kindness is as high as the sky and as deep as the sea. Zhao will never forget it!"
Song Xixi also saw that he was sincere, and secretly thought, how could such a person with so much talent and sophistication raise a fool like Zhao Minglang? Could it be a genetic mutation?
Zhao Minglang didn't know that he was being complained about, so he limped towards her: "Sister Xixi, the place you live in is really shabby. You can come with us in a while. You will live in my house from now on. What do you want?"
What's there?"
Song Xixi was speechless: "I'm not related to you, so why would I go to your house?"
Zhao Minglang said matter-of-factly: "You are my savior and the benefactor of the entire Zhao family. What does it matter if you live in my house? If my father hadn't been stingy and didn't agree, I would have given my house to you!"
His family has many big houses, but the biggest and best one is the one he lives in now.
Zhao Xiuran couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him on the head: "Shut up!"
Zhao Minglang dared not say anything in anger. He turned his head angrily and muttered something in a low voice.
Zhao Xiuran looked at the Song family apologetically: "The dog is ignorant and makes everyone laugh."
The Song family waved their hands and said they didn't mind.
This was not the place to talk, so the old village chief came forward and emptied a shack and took away all the irrelevant people, so that the Song family and the Zhao family could talk in peace.
There were no tables, chairs, or benches in the shack, and the only place to sit was a stretch of thatched bunk, which was also a place to sleep at night.
The pampered Zhao Xiuran didn't care and sat on the floor with the Song family calmly.
Even Zhao Minglang didn't dare to show his disdain. He deliberately sat down next to Song Xixi and encouraged him in a low voice to go to the city with him.
Song Xixiquan felt like there was a fly in his ears, and remained indifferent to whatever he said. He listened carefully to the conversation between his grandparents and Zhao Xiuran.
The two sides chatted for a while, and unknowingly they came to the topic of the government's resettlement of the victims.