The man was wearing a purple robe and his hair was messy. He looked at Mengxue and said disdainfully.
This man's name is Hao Wugong. As his name suggests, he is good at martial arts and loves practicing martial arts most in his life. People in the world call him a martial arts idiot!
This time, he came to Qiantang not to seek marriage, but to compete in martial arts!
Today, he had just arrived in Qiantang and planned to come to the lake to hang out. Who knew he was so lucky! As soon as he arrived, he saw Li Zehao, the flute hater, and he was planning to go up and compete with him!
Who would have thought that after arriving at this pavilion, Li Zehao had already disappeared, but he saw a woman crying alone in the pavilion. It was really unlucky.
Mengxue looked at this man indifferently. In the era when tied hair was popular, he actually wore a shawl, which was particularly arrogant. "What? You think I'm better-looking than your beloved brother, so I'm not in love anymore."
As soon as Hao Wugong finished speaking, he laughed wildly.
When he came today, he saw this woman alone in the pavilion in a daze. He expected that she must have been abandoned by her lover. Women are such low-class animals, destined to live for men in this life... "
But, don’t think about it. I, Hao Wugong, am only interested in martial arts and have no interest in boring women like you!" Hao Wugong said to Mengxue arrogantly. What an arrogant narcissist.
Kuang Mengxue said in her heart, too lazy to pay attention to him, and quietly held up her umbrella and walked into the rain curtain. Hao Wugong stared dumbfounded at this woman who regarded him as air.
Think about Hao Wugong. Although he is not interested in women, it does not mean that women are not interested in him!
He, Hao Wugong, is handsome, charming, and one of the most beautiful men in the world!
When ordinary women saw him, they would either blush and scream, or they would curse him, but this woman actually ignored his existence.
Hao Wugong somersaulted in front of Mengxue, blocking her way. Mengxue could feel that this person's martial arts was extremely high, and doing more was better than doing less, so he turned around and changed the direction, but was blocked by Hao Wugong again.
After falling in several directions and being blocked, Mengxue became a little angry. Human patience is limited: "I'm not the man you are interested in, why are you following me." Regarding Mengxue's reaction,
Hao Wugong imagined many ways, yelling, crying in grievance...
But he didn't expect that she would say such words, and in a calm tone, as if she was stating something that everyone knew. For a moment, Hao Wugong was stunned and didn't know how to react. When he came to his senses,
, I only saw the woman’s back going away little by little.
This woman!
It's so despicable!
Despicable! Cunning!
How could she turn around and leave while he was in a daze? Another somersault, Hao Wugong stood proudly in front of Mengxue, as if to say - fight me, you are still young. What a boring super narcissist
Kuang, Mengxue was a little helpless - there are really all kinds of wonders in the world, if she didn't use some ruthless tactics today, this man would not let her go.
Mengxue sighed helplessly in her heart, but on the surface she covered her face with a handkerchief, pretending to be shy.
"That's right!" Hao Wugong nodded proudly - this is the reaction a woman should have when meeting him! How could he not be shy if he, a peerless handsome man, took the initiative to talk to a woman? How could he not be shy about this girl just now?
You are so shy!
When Hao Wugong was extremely proud, Mengxue suddenly smiled slyly. She waved her beautiful hand, and the handkerchief in her hand flew gently to the man's face. Then, the majestic seven-foot man sat limply on the ground. Hao
Wu Gong tried his best to get up, but his limbs were weak.
What are you doing, a seven-foot-old man?" Mengxue blinked innocently. The newly developed "rosemary powder" works well, but it's a pity that a good silk brocade handkerchief is missing. Mengxue faced this poor little white mouse.
He smiled sweetly, turned and left. "You! Antidote!"
Hao Wugong shouted loudly that he, Hao Wugong, had been traveling around the world for so many years, but he was actually plotted against by a seemingly weak woman, and spread the news to ask him to meet people! "It's okay, you will be able to bounce freely in an hour."
The beauty smiled. Fortunately, it had only been raining for an hour. Hao Wugong breathed a sigh of relief - with his superb internal strength, he could recover in less than two moments with a little exercise. "By the way, I forgot to remind you.
Don’t do any physical conditioning, otherwise the itching will be unbearable and it will take twenty days to subside, and ringworm will appear on your hands and neck, with the shape of a sexually transmitted disease... No, it’s just like the Hualiu disease.”
Mengxue stopped and added in a very "timely" manner to Hao Wugong who was doing his exercises, with a particularly charming smile. "You..."
Hao Wugong opened his eyes suddenly and was about to curse when the beautiful lady smiled, turned around and left, giving him a perfect back view. It turns out that teasing people is so fun, Mengxue was in a good mood, the poor little white mouse, Hao Wugong was torn apart
The heartbreaking curses reached Mengxue's ears and became the most beautiful music. In the distance, at the junction of heaven and earth, a man clutched the flute in his hand, his face was immersed, and his dark eyes were
Looking this way without moving.
Shuang'er, as expected, you will be happier when I'm not by your side!
Looking at Mengxue's bright smile and her naughty and cunning cute look, Cheng Song knew that his decision five years ago was right.
"Dad - I haven't seen you for a few months, and you've become handsome again..." A sweet voice sounded, and Ghost Yinuo winked at Cheng Song.
Cheng Song remained silent, but reached out and touched Yinuo's soft hair lovingly.
"Humph - Dad, you really don't understand the charm! People praise you for becoming handsome, no matter what you say, you have to praise me for becoming beautiful! Courtesy should be reciprocated -"
Seeing Yinuo like this, Cheng Song felt dumbfounded!
He regretted a little. Letting Bai Meiren take care of Shuang'er didn't seem to be a wise decision - it is said that seeing red makes you red, seeing ink makes you black, Yinuo's character...
Cheng Song is really worried that if this continues, she will become Bai Meiren's second best!
"Yinuo, you should go back, otherwise your mother will be worried when she finds you are not here." Cheng Song said.
"No - I haven't seen dad for a long time - I want to stay a little longer..." Yinuo was tired of Cheng Song and refused to leave, "Don't worry, mom! There is something, with his cunning character, he must
Someone who can help me hide the truth!"
Yinuo stuck out her tongue at Cheng Song. She hadn't seen her father for a long time and missed him so much...
Seeing his daughter like this, Cheng Song didn't say anything. He was really relieved about Yi Yan...
That kid... looks so much like him...
Cheng Song still remembers the day two years ago when he came to the mountain village where Mengxue and Bai Meiren lived as usual...
In the past few years, although he has been living on the small island in the east, he comes out four times a year. At the beginning of each season, he comes to see Mengxue and his two children...
Just look at them from afar, don't disturb their lives, just see them smiling, that's enough...
He always thought that days like this would continue like this, until two years ago, when he was sitting on a hillside taking a nap, Yiyan suddenly ran to him...
"You are my dad..."
At that time, Yiyan was only three years old, but he was already able to string together various clues and analyze this fact.
Cheng Song did not deny it, nor did he admit it.
He knew it very well, and there was no need for him to admit or deny it.
This kid already had the answer in his heart.
Just before Cheng Song could think of what to say, Yiyan suddenly said:
"You are worthy of my mother."
He spoke like a kid, making Cheng Song dumbfounded. He bent down, knocked his head hard, and said:
"In a word, you are only three years old, you should look like three years old."
"So did dad look like three when he was three?"
Yiyan suddenly blinked at Cheng Song. Blood relationship is a strange thing. Even though it was their first official meeting, the father and son seemed to have known each other for a long time without any barriers.
"Dad, do you want to know information about mother?" Yiyan asked.
"Always known." Cheng Song knew that Yiyan was probably brewing some bad idea, so he said directly.
"Really? Uncle Bai is really a good insider..." Yiyan said, "He must have told you everything he knows! But...Uncle Bai probably doesn't know what happened after my mother returned to the room at night...
…”
Yiyan winked at Cheng Song with a smile, and Cheng Song couldn't help but think of his old self.
"Let's talk about the conditions in exchange." Cheng Song said.
"Five hundred taels of silver per month." Yiyan winked at Cheng Song.
"You have such a big appetite." Cheng Song looked at Yiyan in disbelief. Although five hundred taels of silver was a small thing, but...the key to the problem was that Yiyan was only three years old...
When a three-year-old child negotiates terms with others, shouldn't he ask for a candied haws or something?
"It's not big, dad has a lot of money." Yiyan winked at Cheng Song.
"Deal." Cheng Song nodded.
"Okay, I will report to you every four months from now on." Yiyan said.
Cheng Song was surprised again by his words - not only did he know that he was his father, he actually knew that he came every four months.
"When the time comes, I will let Yinuo report to you! By the way, after each report, dad only needs to give her a candied haws."
Yiyan smiled at Cheng Song. When he smiled, his eyebrows were curved, somewhat like him, but also somewhat like her... exceptionally cute.
"I bet you got the money for free, is this okay?" Cheng Song raised his eyebrows.
"Everything is possible! Who told me to be Cheng Song's son?"
Yiyan imitated Cheng Song and raised his eyebrows. The father and son looked at each other and smiled. From then on, there was a "secret deal" between them. From then on, he was no longer as lonely as before.
But, can I hold your hand again in this life?
However, that is not important anymore, I finally understand - love is not the pursuit of possession!