Rebirth: Degenerate S*ave Abuses Tyrant

Looking at the little baby in the arms of the village chief, Lan wanted to hug her a little. She stretched out her hand, but she took it back again, "Wei, Wei doesn't like children."

"You Lan boy!" The old village chief looked at Lan and shook his head, "I brought this child back from the government office. His parents are gone, and he has left the clan. What are you afraid of?"

Lan still shook her head: "I'm not worried about this, it's just that Vita doesn't like children."

"You foolish boy will only believe what Wei boy said!" The old village head put the sleeping baby in Lan's hand, and said, "You just take the baby home and show it to him. Look at him If not!"

There was a soft little thing in his hand, Lan shook his hand, suddenly felt a little scared, and said: "I don't hold children, uncle, please take him back quickly."

"Amitabha." Just as the old village chief was about to laugh at Lan for being afraid of even holding a child, a monk walked up to them both.

"Master." Da Zhou came to pay homage to the Buddha, the old village head and Lan saw the old monk approaching, and hurriedly bowed to the old monk.

"Benefactor," the old monk looked at the little baby in Lan's hand, and said with a smile, "This child is destined for you."

"Silly boy, do you hear that?" The old village head said to Lan in a hurry: "Everyone said that this child is destined to be with you, so you take this child home and show it to Boy Wei!"

"Vita." Lan was still in a dilemma. If Wei liked children, they would have adopted a child long ago. Why did the old village chief go to the government office in the city to bring one for them?

The old village chief turned around and waved at Lan, saying, "You just take the child back and see if Boy Wei can be cruel enough to throw this child out! I'm doing this for the benefit of both of you! You two are counting on you to raise a child and take care of your old age." Will there be a day when you will never grow old?" The old village chief said, and left without looking back.

"Benefactor," the old monk said with a smile, "how can there be people in this world who don't like children?"

"My companion is afraid that the child will cause trouble," Lan said shyly, "He's not cruel, he just doesn't like it."

"Benefactor, can this poor monk ask you for a glass of water?" the old monk asked Lan.

"Okay," Lan said, looking down at the baby in his hand, but he was embarrassed again, and said, "It's just him..."

"You might as well take it back first and see if your brother really doesn't like it." The old monk made a suggestion.

Lan looked at the old village head who had walked a long way, and could only smile wryly at the old monk: "Then master, come with me."

In the small courtyard of a farmhouse, there are many flowers and trees planted in the front yard, and there is also a well. The lush grape leaves almost cover the sky of the entire small courtyard. When people stand outside the courtyard, it is green at a glance.

"Wei." Lan stood outside the bamboo fence gate with the child in her arms, and called into the open room.

"Lan, you're back." A boy in common clothes came out in response.

"This master is here to drink some water." Lan stood outside the courtyard, not daring to enter the house.

Wei looked at the master and smiled, then looked at the baby in Lan's hand, and said, "What is this?"

"Boy," Lan said, "a boy."

Wei said: "I know this is a child, whose family's child is this, why did you hold it?"

Lan turned to look at the old monk beside him, as if asking for help.

The old monk laughed and said, "This benefactor, the poor monk heard that you don't like children?"

Wei seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he realized that his delicate and beautiful face sank, and he said to Lan, "Do you want to raise him?"

Lan hurriedly said, "If you don't like it, I'll send it back to the village elder."

Wei's face became even more gloomy, and he said, "The village chief gave you the hug?"

Lan nodded and said, "Don't be angry, he is also thinking of us."

"I don't raise it, I want to raise it by yourself!" Wei's temper was obviously bad, and he said to Lan: "If you think about a son like this, you won't find a woman?!"

"I," Lan hurriedly said, "I'll just send him back to the village chief, don't be angry."

Wei stared at Lan.

Lan took the child back a few steps, and said dejectedly, "I'm going to the village elder's house right now."

The baby in Lan's hand burst into tears at this moment.

Lan immediately seemed flustered, turned around and asked Wei, "Why is he crying?"

When Wei heard the child crying, he hurriedly walked out of the yard and said, "Are you hungry?"

Lan said, "Are you hungry?"

Wei Conglan held the child in his arms, shook it back and forth, and coaxed "good baby" twice.

In Wei's hands, the little boy actually burst into tears and laughed.

"Huh," Wei laughed, and said, "He smiled, Lan, you see he smiled at me."

The old monk smiled and said: "Benefactor, the poor monk sees that this little benefactor is destined to be with you, so you should keep him."

Wei looked up at the old monk and said, "Is he really related to me and Lan?"

"There is fate." The old monk nodded.

"Wei?" Lan asked cautiously from the side, "Do you want to raise him?"

"Then," Wei hesitated for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, and said, "Then I'll try to raise him for two days, Lan, let's make it clear first, if we can't raise him, you have to give him to the village chief." Send it back."

"Okay," Lan hurriedly said, "Then let's try!"

Wei looked down at the baby in his arms and said, "It's so small, can we raise it?"

Lan smiled and shook his head, as if a big stone had fallen in his heart, he said to the old monk: "Master, please come to your courtyard, I will bring you a bowl of water."

The old monk walked into the small courtyard.

"Master, sit down." Wei hugged the child, and moved the old monk under the grape arbor, where there were tables, chairs and benches.

"Okay," the old monk strolled to the grape arbor, and after sitting down, he looked at the small courtyard. In a corner of the small courtyard, he saw a spear and a sword, and asked, "Both Can the benefactor know how to fight?"

Wei sat down opposite the old monk with the child in his arms, and said, "I won't, Lan will."

"Benefactor Lan used to be from the Jianghu?"

"He has run darts," Wei said with some pride, "Lan's martial arts are very good."

At this moment, Lan came over with a bowl of water and a plate of snacks, put them on the small table, and asked the old monk to use them.

The old monk was not polite, picked up a piece of snack, ate it with water, and asked, "This child, what name do you want to give him?"

After hearing the old monk's question, Lan also asked Wei, "Yes, Wei, what's his name?"

Wei looked at the child in his arms, thought for a while, and said, "My name is Xuan?"

"Xuan?" Lan also thought about it, and said, "Why did you remember this word?"

Wei said: "I just thought of this word suddenly, does it sound good?"

Lan said, "It sounds good, as long as you like it."

But Wei shook his head again and said, "No, I'd better call Ann."