The continuous expressions of love made Yi Ping so shy that he couldn't speak. Apart from being shy and at a loss, he was even more happy.
My mother was wrong, not everyone hates me!
My father likes me very much and loves me very much.
And my cousin, my cousin also likes me very much!
Yi Ping felt his heart beating very fast, and an inexplicable force smoothed away some of the years of inferiority and cowardice.
It turns out that words can be as sharp as a knife and seriously hurt yourself, but they can also be as gentle and gentle as the March spring breeze blowing on your face, giving you great comfort and encouragement.
"Child, what's your name?" Shen Bu asked gently.
Being asked this by his father, Yi Ping couldn't help but feel nervous for a moment. He raised his hand and put it on his heart, feeling that his heart was beating slightly faster.
Yi Ping exhaled and looked at Shen Bu. His hoarse voice was smooth and confident, "I don't have a surname. My name is Yi Ping and my courtesy name is An'an."
His name was given by his cousin, and the small name was given by his aunt. They are both very kind to him!
So he likes this name and also likes this word!
To equalize?
Shen Bu moved his eyes to look at his niece.
Song Yizhi raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, showing a slight guilt, then looked at his uncle with his hands on his hips and a confident expression.
When Shen Bu saw this, he knew that he had guessed correctly. He was angry and funny, but in the end he just shook his head helplessly.
Forget it, forget it, my niece, just bear with it.
Shen Bu looked at Yi Ping and said lovingly, "Yi Ping, my surname is Shen, and I have the same name as Bu. Are you willing to take my surname of Shen?"
Yiping nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes!"
Shen Bu showed a happy smile. He raised his hand and touched his son's head, "From now on, your name will be Shen Yiping, and your nickname will be An'an."
Shen Yiping nodded.
Seeing the rather satisfactory scene, Song Yizhi's face showed happiness, she folded her hands together, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Song Luo raised her hand and waved.
Song Yizhi stumbled in. She stood behind her mother and whispered, "Mother, do you miss your brother?"
"What do you want him to do?" Song Luo said coolly, "I don't want to see him now."
Song Yizhi was shocked.
Did my brother secretly do something earth-shattering behind his back?!
Song Luoliang said coolly, "He didn't do anything. He just openly and openly asked me for the gift of being promoted to a god, and then took away my water and sky silk robe inlaid with shark beads."
Hearing this, Song Yizhi took a deep breath.
Brother, he wants to go to heaven?
That coat is my mother's treasure at the bottom of the box. How dare he put his thoughts on that coat?
Song Yizhi stuck his head out and looked at his mother, "Then what? Is my brother lying in bed recovering from his injuries now?"
Song Luo raised her hand and pressed her daughter's head to push her away, her tone was cold, "No, how could it be? The grass on his grave is now three feet high."
Song Yizhi: "..."
Shen Bu, who instantly caught the unlucky word, looked at Song Luo fiercely and said in a bad tone, "What nonsense are you talking about?! Have you ever scolded your own child like this?"
This unlucky sister is so arrogant!
Song Luo said coldly, "He took away the robe made of water and sky silk inlaid with shark beads from me."
Shen Bu fell silent for a moment.
Yi Heng, this kid... what did he think? Wasn't this the birthday man who hanged himself because he didn't want to live too long?
Shen Bu coughed dryly, and raised his hand to his lips, "What, how long will he stay in bed for? I'll ask the second elder to check on him?"
Song Luo: "..."
No, is Song Luo that stingy?
Although she liked the water-tencel coat very much, compared with her son, the coat was definitely more important to her unlucky son.
But that doesn't stop me from not wanting to see him in the near future.
"What coat do I lack?" Song Luo said coldly to the two of them, "What's going on with you two?"
"This is not..." Song Yizhi murmured in a low voice, "Last time I took a fancy to Bu Yao in my mother's dowry, and she just threw it out for me."
Shen Bu decisively condemned his sister with his eyes.
Song Luo said coldly, "Your father gave it to you, so I won't give it to you."
Song Yizhi curled his lips, "What about the last time..."
"It was also a gift from your father." Song Luo looked back at her daughter and said coolly, "Everything you think is not given to you is a gift from your father."
Song Yizhi choked.
She seemed to have been shown off.
Song Luo turned to look at Shen Bu and Shen Yiping, her voice was cold, "Come in and sit down."
Shen Bu stretched out his hand to hold Shen Yiping's bony hand, his eyes hurting even more.
Seeing that Shen Yiping didn't struggle, Shen Bu led him inside.
After entering the pavilion, Shen Bu turned to Shen Yiping and said, "This is your biological aunt, Song Luo."
Shen Yiping didn't know how to salute and say hello. He lowered his head in a somewhat reserved manner, "Auntie."
Song Luo responded, took out a storage bag and threw it over.
Shen Bu then scanned the inside with his consciousness, and then looked at his sister meaningfully.
She was already prepared.
Hard-spoken but soft-hearted!
"This is a meeting gift from your aunt." Shen Bu stuffed the storage bag into Shen Yiping's hand, then he took a storage ring and handed it over, "This is a little meeting gift that my father prepared for you."
Shen Yiping looked at the storage bag and the high-grade storage ring in his hand, and was stunned for a moment.
Obviously, he was shocked.
Seeing Shen Yiping's hesitation and wanting to refuse, Song Yizhi said with a smile, "Brother, this is a gift from my elders and I cannot refuse it."
Shen Yiping's words were stuck in his throat, and he pursed his lips, looking a little uneasy.
He knew how many good things there were without looking at them, but he really didn't dare to accept them.
"Take it." Shen Bu reached out and touched Shen Yiping's head, and then joked, "You can also ask Zhizhi for some."
Shen Yiping shook his head repeatedly, "No, she is my sister."
Afraid that Miss Song Yizhi might cause trouble again, Shen Yiping put away the storage bag and storage ring honestly.
Shen Bu looked at his son lovingly, and then cast a grateful look at Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi smiled shyly.
After Shen Bu and Shen Yiping sat down, Song Luo said coldly, "Sect Master, I think you are not blind. You should be able to see that Shen Yiping's current situation is not that good."
Shen Bu ignored those words and then responded.
In a normal situation...you can tell it's very bad if you can see it with the naked eye.
"Have you ever wondered why Shen Yiping became like this?" Song Luo raised her hand and tapped the table slowly, and Danfeng's eyes were cold and stern.
Shen Bu said nothing.
Seeing this, Song Luo said bluntly in a cold voice, "Xu Xiuli is one of the elders of the Weapon Refining Sect. I don't believe that the disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect dare to harm Shen Yiping, unless Xu Xiuli orders it or she does it herself."
Shen Yiping couldn't help but glance at this stunning and cold aunt.
Auntie, she is really smart!
Shen Bu pursed his lips, and the breath around him became darker.
If it was really Xu Xiuli who did it, then she...is not worthy of being a mother!
Song Yizhi raised his hand and poked his mother's back.
Song Luo turned to look at Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi whispered, "Mom, it's slander without evidence, and my cousin is still here, aren't you poking at his heart by saying this?"
Song Luo withdrew her gaze and did not speak again, but she did not stop tapping on the table.