The ancient red lacquer door slowly opened with a creaking sound.
Xiao Feng stood at the door, and what caught his eye was the old locust tree in the courtyard, which was still lush and lush.
"Since you're back, why don't you come in." An old voice came from the open door.
Xiao Feng shook his head, suppressed many thoughts in his heart, and walked quickly towards the main room.
"Grandpa, I'm back." Xiao Feng walked to the door of the house, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.
There was a brief silence, and a rather gratifying laughter sounded: "You kid, didn't you always call me old guy before? Why did you suddenly change your title? Man, when you die, kneel down and kneel to your parents. Apart from that, no one else
It's worth your while. Get up." When he said the last sentence, his voice was very majestic.
Xiao Feng slowly stood up, exhaled a sullen breath, and strode into the living room of the main room.
In the center of the main room facing the door, there is a nave table, and next to it are two imperial chairs. The purple clay teacup on the nave table is still steaming.
The corner of Xiao Feng's mouth trembled. The furnishings in his home were still the same as four years ago. His eyes turned to the old man sitting on the Taishi chair.
This old man is Mr. Jing, who Xiao Feng keeps calling "old guy" and who has been kind to him in his upbringing.
"Grandpa." Xiao Feng took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and forced a smile.
Mr. Jing stood up slowly, looked at Xiao Feng, and smiled happily: "Boy, compared to four years ago, you have indeed matured a lot. At least, you know how to respect me."
When Xiao Feng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh: "In the past, I was young, frivolous and ignorant, haha."
"Ah Feng, sit down, let's talk." Mr. Jing pointed to the chair next to him and chuckled: "There is no sofa at home, only chairs, and you still have the habit of sitting?"
At this time, Xiao Feng also returned to his normal state, and said with a cynical smile: "That's necessary. What kind of thing are we not used to sitting on? Even the emperor's dragon chair, I am also used to sitting on it."
"Haha, you kid, tell me, you haven't been to school for four years, why did you run away?"
Xiao Feng smiled sarcastically: "I became an agent, haha."
"The four major poker agents, ace of spades?" Mr. Jing's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"How do you know!" Xiao Feng was shocked and blurted out.
Mr. Jing suddenly laughed: "Haha, boy, how could I not know that about you?"
Xiao Feng observed Mr. Jing carefully: "Um, grandpa, who are you?" Xiao Feng's feeling towards Mr. Jing has been mysterious since he was a child. He has asked Mr. Jing's identity many times, but he has always been confused.
Prevaricate.
When Mr. Jing heard Xiao Feng's question, the smile on his face gradually narrowed. His eyes that were originally dull suddenly flashed with light. After thinking for a moment, he slowly stretched out his dry stick-like fingers, dipped them in tea, and stood in the middle hall.
On the table, a character was drawn.
With a "crunch", the chair under Xiao Feng's butt screamed. Looking at Xiao Feng again, his face was full of shock and disbelief.
Listening to the screams of the chair, Mr. Jing felt a little painful: "Ah Feng, be gentle! What's under your butt is an antique from the Qing Dynasty! It belongs to Ji Yun!"
When Xiao Feng heard this, he was stunned again and blurted out: "Whose? Ji Yun? Ji Xiaolan?!" After saying that, he jumped up suddenly and looked at the chair up and down.
Mr. Jing smiled bitterly and said, "Can you not be surprised? Also, you, kid, are not allowed to have any ideas about this chair."
Xiao Feng smiled mockingly and sat down again: "Grandpa, is this really the chair Ji Xiaolan sat on? Oh no, I asked you what this thing was for, and I almost asked you to go around. Is what you just said true?"
"It's true, it's definitely Ji Xiaolan's, and it's the one in his study." Mr. Jing nodded seriously.
Xiao Feng hurriedly shook his head: "I'm not asking about the chair, but this." After speaking, he pointed to the wet tea stains on the table.
Mr. Jing nodded and said with a smile: "Well, otherwise, do you think you would be so lucky to get into this place? I have known everything about you in the past four years. Even whose girl you have hooked up with, I don't know.
I also know."
Xiao Feng was stunned, and then he raised his middle finger speechlessly: "You are a disrespectful old guy, I have decided, I will call you old guy!"
"Haha, I also feel that this title is more pleasant to my ears. Okay, let's not talk about anything else. Take off your clothes and let me take a look." Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng jokingly.
"Ah? Take off your clothes?" Xiao Feng was horrified for a moment, "Hey, let me tell you, old guy, are you okay with this?"
Mr. Jing was stunned for a moment, and then he yelled: "You bastard, you are so good at this." After scolding him, he shook his head: "Calm down, calm down, grandma is such a bear, why can't she hold back her anger when she sees this brat?
"
Xiao Feng grinned, stood up, and slowly took off his shirt. His strong upper body was covered with scars. Seeing these scars, he remembered what happened last night, and couldn't help but sigh, Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, you will
How to face Lin Lin!
Elder Jing's dagger-like gaze swept across Xiao Feng's scars, finally stopping at one place and asking in a deep voice: "Have you been injured in England?"
Xiao Feng smiled bitterly: "Well, what's more serious is that after the injury, I found that there was something wrong with my body. My strength and agility were slowly decreasing."
Mr. Jing's eyes narrowed and he asked in surprise: "Has the strength and agility been reduced?"
Xiao Feng nodded: "Well, I came to you just to ask if there is any way to solve it?"
Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng and asked thoughtfully: "How did you get injured? Tell me what happened at that time."
Xiao Feng sighed and began to tell the story of his assassination in the UK. When he mentioned that MI5 and MI6 jointly dealt with him, Mr. Jing frowned.
"Besides strength and agility, what about the others?" After a long time, Mr. Jing raised his head and asked seriously.
This kind of expression is rare in Xiao Feng's impression. "No more. What's wrong, old guy? Incurable disease?"
Jing Lao Kuchai's hands were shaking slightly under the table, but his face pretended to be relaxed and he smiled, shaking his head: "It's nothing serious, maybe the injury hasn't healed properly yet. Let's wait and see in a few days, it should be fine."
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"Pa" the door outside opened, and a voice like an oriole came: "Grandpa, I'm back."
When Xiao Feng heard this voice, he didn't bother to ask any more questions. He quickly stood up and said, "It's Bei'er who's back." After saying that, he walked outside.
Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng's back and his face turned ugly: "Is God jealous of talents? You yellow-haired devil, you deserve to die!!"
Xiao Feng stood in front of the door of the house, looking at the girl walking in from a distance, his eyes lit up.
Exquisite facial features, snow-like skin, long black hair, and a casual long dress. She is fresh and elegant, like a hibiscus emerging from the water in the West Lake. It can be seen from a distance but not played with.
At this time, Jing Beier also noticed Xiao Feng standing at the door. She was stunned for a moment, then her heart trembled, and she suddenly raised her head, with disbelief written all over her face: "Brother? It's you?!" After finishing her words,
The bag in his hand fell to the ground, and his eyes were red.
Xiao Feng smiled: "It's me, brother is back. Haha, my Belle is becoming more and more charming." After saying that, he opened his arms: "Come here, brother, give me a hug.
Jing Beier's tears rolled down her face and she threw herself into Xiao Feng's arms: "Brother..."
Ruoyou Ruowu's faint fragrance emanated from Jing Beier's body. Xiao Feng sniffed, feeling a little relaxed and happy. "Beier, don't cry, okay? Haha, as long as Beier doesn't cry, then I will take you to buy cotton."
Eat sweets.”
In the past, every time Jing Bei'er cried, Xiao Feng would take her to buy marshmallows, which would be useful. Now that he saw Jing Bei'er crying, he used his old method again.
Jing Beier burst into laughter: "Humph, brother, I'm not a child, this trick is useless to me."
Xiao Feng also laughed: "Oh, I forgot, I thought Belle was still the little girl who followed me asking for marshmallows."
"You're the one." Jing Beier wrinkled her nose and shouted in disbelief.
"It's still early at night when the lights are on, and there are so many people coming and going in a hurry..." The cell phone rang.
Xiao Feng let go of Jing Bei'er and pressed the answer button: "Hey, Lin Lin, what's wrong?"
"Brother Feng, I heard that you fainted? Are you okay?" Lin Lin's anxious voice came from the receiver.
Xiao Feng felt warm in his heart: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I won't go back tonight, you and Wu'er can eat."
Lin Lin's voice was a little low: "Oh, I understand. By the way, Brother Feng, Sister Han Shuang came here and said she had something to do with you. When you weren't here, she left and said she would come back to you in the morning."
"Huh? Okay, I understand. Well, hang up first." Xiao Feng hung up the phone, a little confused, why did Han Shuang come to see him again? Is it because of today's fight?