Children's smashing guide [Comprehensive base three]

After returning to the inn, picked up the package, went downstairs and handed over the room money to the second brother, Wuyin immediately rode away. Wuhua left in a hurry at that time, it is likely that she was going to Jinan to fight Nangong Ling idea.

Wuyin has mixed feelings. Wuhua is Nangongling's biological brother. They are related by blood. Logically speaking, Wuhua should not hurt Nangongling, but Wuyin is not sure.When they were in Quanzhou, did those Dongying wanderers who suddenly died of collective poisoning really poisoned themselves to death?And why they can set up an ambush to catch these people so easily, even though they haven't been found out for so long.

These must have Wuhua's handwriting, Wuhua is not a good person.

Even if Nangong Ling and Wu Hua are related by blood, how much time have they lived together?There are only a few, how can there be a strong family relationship?An ordinary person might believe Wuyin, but that person is Wuhua, he doesn't believe it.

Wuhua wasn't here, and Wuyin didn't bother to pretend, and directly changed back to his own beggar's appearance and clothes. He has been wearing the beggar's clothes all the time, but he is not used to wearing those layers of bamboo shoot-like clothes.

In the past few days, he traveled day and night, not daring to take a break for a moment, and only had one thought in his mind - to go back.

In fact, he was not only afraid of Nangong Ling being hurt, but also a little uneasy in his heart, he was afraid of losing this son.

Nangong Ling practiced martial arts hard every day in the main helm, and always remembered to practice calligraphy every day, but every night, he saw the quiet room next door, and opened the door and it was empty inside.Even though the things inside are well placed and not empty, but without the familiar person, he just feels empty and not used to it.

"When will Dad come back?" His clean eyes showed a sense of loss, as if not seeing each other every day is like three autumns.

No one lived in the house for a few days, but a thin layer of dust had already accumulated on it. Nangong Ling thought that Wuyin is a very clean person, so she went to get a rag and a basin filled with water to wipe it.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "Who is inside."

Nangong Ling recognized it was his uncle as soon as he heard it, so he replied, "Uncle, it's me."

Ren Ci was a little curious, what was Nangong Ling doing in the soundless room without sleeping at night?So he walked in softly, and as soon as he entered, he saw Nangong Ling leaning over and wiping the floor with a rag.

Nangong Ling wiped the sweat from her head and looked up: "Uncle."

"It's so late, go to bed." Ren Ci didn't dare to move at all now for fear of soiling the floor that Nangong Ling had wiped clean again.

Nangong Ling shook her head: "I'm not sleepy, I still have a little to wipe off."

Seeing that Nangong Ling was full of vitality, Ren Ci smiled lovingly: "My good boy, then go to rest after wiping."

"Well, good night, uncle."

"Good night." Ren Ci nodded, turned around and jumped out the door, as expected, she didn't dirty the floor inside at all.

Nangong Ling squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly. It's great to have uncle and dad caring about her together.

After a while, he became more energetic, and the speed of wiping became faster and faster, and it didn't take long to wipe off the rest.After wiping, he felt much refreshed. In fact, the change was only a little bit, but in his heart, he felt that it was very big, very big.

He clapped his hands very satisfied, then poured out the dirty water, washed up again, and went back to his room to sleep.

The next few days were as peaceful as usual.

In the past few days, Wuyin was exhausted from rushing, and finally returned to the main helm of the Beggar Clan as quickly as possible. When he arrived at the main helm, he went directly to Nangong Ling's study before he had time to say hello to others.

He was so impatient that he pushed the door open without even knocking. The door creaked, and Nangong Ling who was writing suddenly raised his head, and immediately showed a joyful face: "Father, you are back!"

"Yeah." Wuyin breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Linger's appearance, she thought it was all right.

After chatting for a while as usual, Wuyin was urged by Nangong Ling to rest, Nangong Ling pouted and said: "Father, look at you, you look so bad, you are old."

"Hmm." Wuyin kept smiling and looked at his son's expression, and didn't reply any long paragraphs, only a simple "um".

Nangong Ling wondered, did his father hide something from him?

"Father, what's on your mind?" Nangong Ling asked directly, and he didn't have to hide his doubts with Wu Yin.

Wuyin immediately shook his head: "No, I'm just a little tired, I'm going to rest." Wuyin immediately turned around and went back to the room, as if fleeing.

Nangong Ling rested her chin and looked suspiciously, her father was acting strangely.He shrugged helplessly, his father must be too tired.Even if he had doubts in his heart, he would think of various reasons to excuse his father.

As a filial son, what should he do at this time?Well, prepare something delicious for Dad, he must be hungry after a full sleep.

Don't be in a hurry now, his father will probably sleep for an hour or two, he can continue to practice calligraphy first, and the time is just right for him to go half an hour before his father wakes up.

He was thinking happily at the side, but he didn't know that Wu Yin in the room was just lying there and hadn't slept soundly. He turned sideways and looked in the direction of the door.His heart calmed down a little, but it still kept beating. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted.

No flowers, have they arrived yet?

Now he really wants to know whether Wuhua has not come or not. According to the speed of his journey, it is indeed very possible to arrive here before Wuhua.

It seems that in the next few days, he can't be careless and pay attention all the time. He covered his eyes with his hands and then fell down with his eyes closed.He was really too tired, no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't bear such a long journey.

"Sleep well." He said to himself and tucked his quilt.

As soon as he fell asleep and there was no sound, he fell asleep very soundly. Nangong Ling, who was writing, was counting the time when he was writing. How many words he could write in one hour, so that's about the amount of writing in two hours.

While he was writing, he kept counting, and when he finished writing the number he had set before, he hurried to the kitchen.

The uncle in the kitchen wiped his hands when he saw Nangong Ling's arrival and asked, "Is the deputy gang leader back?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, I'll leave it here for you." The uncle consciously and skillfully packed up his things and went out.

Nangong Ling pursed his lips and looked at the dishes on the table and on the ground. He decided to make a bowl of porridge for his father.He knew very well that if his father had been in a hurry, he must not have eaten well. At this time, it is better not to eat too greasy food, light food is best.

He smiled and picked up the kitchen knife and cut the washed vegetables into uniform sizes and put them on the plate for later use. He also cut the meat into small pieces. Although it was lighter, his father still If you love meat, adding some diced meat is a good choice.

Clinking and crackling, the kitchen was filled with the smell of porridge.

After lifting the lid of the pot, the taste was in full swing. Nangong Ling took a deep breath and looked at the delicious porridge in the pot with a smile: "Great, it's a great success."

He couldn't help but put a bowl of porridge into his stomach, and his eyes lit up: "It's so delicious, Dad will definitely like it."

This was the most successful one he had ever done, and he was very satisfied, so he immediately filled a large bowl and sent it to Wu Yin.

When he arrived at the door, there was nothing in the room except the sound of peaceful sleeping breathing, so he couldn't help muttering: "It's been two hours, and Daddy hasn't woken up yet."

He looked at the porridge in the bowl and was about to leave when the door behind him was opened, and Wu Yin asked in obscene clothes, "What's wrong?"

"Ah." He actually woke up the old man.

Wuyin glanced at Nangong Linghu's tight porridge and smiled lightly: "Here's some food for me, come in and eat together."

"En." Nangong Ling nodded and stepped in.

The two sat leaning on each other, and when Wuyin was about to take a spoon to serve the porridge, Nangong Ling had already helped him make it all up.Nangong Ling handed over the bowl and watched Wuyin take it and drank it. He asked confidently, "Father, how are you doing?"

Wuyin smiled comfortably: "It's delicious."

Looking at his son's bright smiling face, how could Wuyin be willing to lose him, how could he be willing to let him be hurt.

Wuyin's heart sank, even though he was still smiling, he drank bowl after bowl until his stomach was a little bulging.

Looking at the clean bowls, Nangong Ling was very satisfied, he happily picked them up and went out.Wuyin's eyes drooped, and he sighed, "Should I tell Linger the truth?"

It's better for him to tell Nangong Ling than someone else to tell him, but suddenly tell Linger that you are not his biological son, and your real father was killed by Wu Yin's brother, what will happen to Linger?

Will it be difficult to accept, just deny him and leave the beggar gang.

But if Wuhua told Nangong Ling afterwards, I don't know if she would add fuel and make Ling'er do something against her heart.

A lie is a lie after all, and it will be exposed one day, and it is impossible to hide it until the end.

Ling'er's 15th birthday is approaching, and he is considered an adult, why don't you tell Linger the truth after his birthday.

Silence's eyes became much deeper. He walked to the cabinet and took out a box from it. He stroked it gently with his hand, hoping that Ling'er would like this gift.

The author has something to say: I went to the teacher to give a speech this morning, and I have been trying to find my stolen game account this afternoon...

So naturally I review first at night, so QAQ, I am getting shorter and shorter.

Alas, I'm so tired, the game account is still in the process of appealing, if I can't get it back, I really want to play A game, my Heart Blood account, I really don't have the heart to play another Heart Blood account.