"Brother, you also like farming?" Song Yizhi squatted on the edge of the field and looked at Shen Yiping's movements without showing off his skills, and exclaimed.
Shen Yiping put it on the water ladle and walked out of the ground, "I had nothing to do, so Mr. Ye taught me how to take care of the medicine field. I found it very interesting after going back and forth."
Song Yizhi blinked, looked at the handsome man, and said, "Brother, you must not farm!"
I remember that at first, the fact that I had to farm the land gave my uncle a heart attack.
If my cousin also wants to farm...my uncle may really need a quick-acting heart-saving pill!
"Why?" Shen Yiping asked, not knowing why.
Ye Hanxing raised his head and glanced at the two brothers and sisters at the edge of the field. He smiled and said to Shen Yiping, "Because your sister is not doing her job and is focusing on one-third of an acre of land. For this reason, your father has a lot of heart problems."
Shen Yiping suddenly realized, "So Zhizhi, you like farming, then I can help you take care of the fields in the future."
Looking at the man with bright eyes, Song Yizhi had already anticipated that his uncle would have a heart attack.
Ye Hanxing shook his head and continued to weed and water.
Shen Yiping wanted to touch Song Yizhi's head, but his hands were not clean, so he had to give up.
"Zhizhi, you go sit in the shade while I continue to weed and water." Shen Yiping said softly.
Song Yizhi waved his hand, "I like to bask in the sun, brother, go and do your work."
Shen Yiping nodded.
Song Yizhi sat on the ridge of the field and watched the two men farming.
After a while, Ye Hanxing let Song Yiheng in who came to visit.
Song Yiheng walked up and saw his sister at the edge of the field. He walked over and lifted up his clothes and sat down.
Immediately, Song Yiheng noticed Shen Yiping.
When he saw Shen Yiping's profile, Song Yiheng narrowed his eyes.
Song Yiheng lowered his voice and asked his sister, "Zhizhi, do you know him?"
Song Yizhi glanced at Shen Yiping and said, "I know him, my brother."
Song Yiheng's eyes were dark, "When did mother have such an illegitimate child?"
??
Song Yizhi's mind didn't turn around for a moment. She looked at Shen Yiping's profile. Well, he did look a bit like his mother, but...
"Brother, don't you think he is more like an uncle?" Song Yizhi tried to make his brother realize that this was their uncle's son.
Song Yiheng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly remembered the quarrel between his uncle and his mother.
So, this is not the mother’s illegitimate son but the uncle’s son?
Song Yizhi turned to look at his brother and asked, "No, my brother, what are you thinking in your head?"
"Ahem..." Song Yiheng coughed twice and defended himself in a low voice, "Mother came to Yaowang Valley. After she asked you, she asked me to come to Senior Brother Ye to visit him. Mother rarely cares about a person so much. I I saw that he looked a bit similar to my mother, so I couldn't help but think wrongly."
"..." Song Yizhi sighed and said quietly, "Then why are you not angry but still a little excited?"
Song Yiheng bent his romantic and affectionate peach blossom eyes, "I don't think so. If it's true, I'll tell my father and make him happy."
Of course, this was just a joke, after all, the relationship between mother and father was not mentioned, but, he just wanted to see what his father looked like with a black face.
Song Yizhi: "..."
This is a true filial son.
"Brother, do you dislike your father?" Song Yizhi asked seriously.
Song Yiheng shook his head, and then asked in surprise, "Zhizhi, why do you feel so?"
"You don't seem to like your father very much." Song Yizhi tilted his head and looked at his brother, "You are always trying to make him angry."
Song Yiheng laughed dumbly. He reached out and rubbed his sister's head twice, "Zhizhi, I respect and love my father very much, but this does not conflict with my wanting to make him angry."
Song Yizhi didn't quite understand.
"Just think of it as my special filial piety." Song Yiheng said with a smile.
Song Yizhi: "..."
This...is not easy to evaluate.
"Brother, are you really not afraid of being beaten by your father?" Song Yizhi whispered.
Song Yiheng rolled his eyes and said, "I am his eldest son, and he is reluctant to part with me."
I am my father's first child. Although I did not grow up beside my father, my father's love has never been lacking.
Even his father felt that he owed him and indulged himself.
Seeing Song Yiheng being so confident, Song Yizhi secretly sighed that his father really gave his brother enough paternal love.
"Let me tell you quietly, my father once beat Feng Yian. He said that Feng Yian was just like him, and could withstand beatings." At this point, Song Yiheng's peach blossom eyes curled up, looking gentle and wilted.
Song Yizhi looked at his brother who was gloating about his misfortune and wiped his face, "Brother, I discovered that you not only like to make your father angry, you also like to make your second brother angry."
"They are all men, with rough skin and thick flesh that can withstand torture." Song Yiheng said it so confidently.
Song Yizhi suddenly felt happy that she was a girl.
Song Yiheng touched Song Yizhi's head, then got up and went to find Shen Yiping. He was very curious about this cousin he had never met before.
When he saw Shen Yiping's entire face, Song Yiheng exclaimed in surprise.
This face is exactly the same as that of my uncle.
"Cousin, I am Song Yiheng." Song Yiheng said gently and humbly.
Shen Yiping was surprised for a moment, and then became a little nervous.
The man in front of him was even half a head taller than him, with a stunning face, nobility and arrogance, and an air of immortality.
Looking at the face that was very similar to Song Yizhi's, Shen Yiping relaxed a little and said, "I am Shen Yiping, good cousin."
Song Yiheng showed a kind smile and said, "My mother sent me over to see if my cousin was okay. When I saw that my cousin was fine, I went back to my mother to recover."
Shen Yiping nodded, thought for a moment and added, "Could you please cousin say hello to my aunt for me."
Song Yiheng nodded.
Back at the edge of the field, Song Yiheng said a few words to his sister and left.
Song Yizhi looked at his innocent cousin, and suddenly felt a little worried that he would be led into trouble by his sinister brother.
…
Song Yizhi went back from Ye Hanxing and when he arrived at Qingshan, he saw Rong Yueyuan standing at the foot of the mountain.
It looked like he had been waiting for a long time.
Song Yizhi opened the restriction, and after entering, Feng Changchang handed the wheelchair to Rong Yueyuan in an understanding manner, and left quickly.
Rong Yueyuan pushed the wheelchair to the top of the mountain.
"There is a formation underground in Yucheng. After the formation was broken, all the hidden corpses were found underground. Those corpses have all turned into demons," Rong Yueyuan said.
Song Yizhi wiped his face and didn't know what expression to put on his face for a moment.
If Rong Yueyuan hadn't discovered the demonization of these corpses and sent Yucheng back, the consequences would be...
"Thank you for being careful." Song Yizhi said.
Rong Yueyuan said, "It's all thanks to you. Since playing the Soul Crossing Song, I found that my perception of these breaths has become more acute."
Song Yizhi blinked, and then sighed, "Your luck... makes people jealous!"
Thinking of Song Yizhi's extremely bad luck, Rong Yueyuan said warmly, "Envy?"
"Jealous!" Song Yizhi gritted his teeth, "I'm so jealous!"
Rong Yueyuan leaned over and looked at Song Yizhi, looking at her clean and beautiful peach blossom eyes, and said, "Well, I'm really jealous, so I'll give you half of my luck, so don't be jealous."
Song Yizhi looked at the enlarged handsome face in front of him and smiled with a smile.
Rong Yueyuan stood up straight and continued walking up while pushing the wheelchair.
Song Yizhi's eyebrows were curved and she looked in a good mood.