God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

Shen Xiujun remained silent, turning to look at the old man lying on the bed in the intensive care unit, relying on various instruments and ventilators to maintain his life.

When he was not that old, he could throw him up and catch him again. His mother was frightened and asked him to slow down, so as not to drop the child and dodge him. He always laughed. He always had a smile on his face, and the only time he was strict was when he was teaching himself to write. He learned his calligraphy skills from the famous masters of the time, and his writing was very elegant. His mother's calligraphy also followed his, but it was less vigorous and more casual.

When they were young, the three siblings were inspired by him to practice calligraphy. They held the ruler of their master a hundred years ago in their hands. If their backs were not straight, they would hit; if their shoulders were slumped, they would hit; if their wrists were weak, they would hit; when they were distracted, they would hit; every time they practiced calligraphy, , is when the siblings smiled bitterly. Shen Xiujun, in particular, has a restless temper. When he was a child, he would rather follow the driver's child to climb trees and retrieve bird eggs than sit and write for two hours.

Later, an accident occurred when he was young, and the writing was delayed. Mr. Zhang would shake his head every time he saw a single stroke of his handwriting, "It's all appearance, no connotation." Shen Xiujing laughed at him while While pitying him. If it hadn't been for that car accident, her brother's calligraphy would have been the same as hers, inherited from that down-and-out calligrapher.

It is bold and bold, and the writing is as sharp as a sword, but with a hint of arrogance. So when Shen Xinhong took out a yellowed calligraphy written on a piece of yellow talisman paper, although the expressions of the two siblings did not change, they already recognized that it was indeed grandpa's calligraphy. Although neither of them knows how to remember the year according to the old calendar, they still know the words "the second day of August", which is Grandpa's birthday on the lunar calendar.

"I will handle it next time. Don't interfere in the middle and cause trouble." Shen Xinhong said seriously.

"Also, give me back the skeleton." Shen Xinhong walked a few steps towards the door and then turned back and said in a low voice: "He Yun called me a few days ago and said that the formation had been broken. Dad, he was afraid. ..." He said and looked at the people in the ward with worried eyes.

"I don't know. The one I got in my hand said it was fake." He pointed at Bo Song.

Bai Song nodded, "I gave him the fake one. It was buried under the tree as the little Taoist said. I was tied up by them at that time. When I went up, it was already on fire. It didn't take long for a fight to start. It was dug out, but I don't know who took it away." Bo Song shrugged.

Shen Xinhong looked at the two of them calmly, as if he wanted to find clues on their faces. But unfortunately, one face is paralyzed and the other is sincere, and they don't look like they are lying at all.

"The little Taoist priest knows where the things are buried. They probably dug them out. Besides, there are two people on the mountain." Bai Song secretly pointed the finger at Shen Xinhong himself and his other son.

"I've sent people to look for her. Don't worry about Jing Yan. That little beast may be trying to kidnap me. She's a good girl, and I will definitely help you rescue her."

When Zhou Jingyan was mentioned, Shen Xiuyun's face became even more ugly, "Humph, what kind of man does he want to grab a woman and threaten her?"

"Hey, how about we capture his wife and trade with him." Ye Huaizhao suddenly said.

Shen Xiuyun glanced at him, seeming to be considering the feasibility of this plan.

Shen Xinhong glared at his grandson, but instead of being harsh, his eyes looked doting.

"Chen Shu is also a poor and innocent person, and he is still pregnant with a child."

"Don't worry, I won't touch her. I'm not that despicable, even plotting against an unborn child."

Shen Xinhong nodded, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

"How much do you believe it? Xiaoyun, Huaizhao." Shen Xiujing leaned against the glass wall with her arms folded.

"Before grandpa told me personally, I wouldn't believe a word." Shen Xiuyun looked at the pale old man on the hospital bed with firm eyes. He believed in his intuition more than all kinds of evidence.

Ye Huaizhao looked at Shen Xiujun's stern profile.

"To be honest, I don't know, but I trust my uncle's judgment."