After marrying into a wealthy family, my little Taoism became popular

Fei Xiuxiu was at a loss: "What brother?"

Si Hongye said helplessly: "Where do you think Si Huai learned those crooked things?

"Someone has to teach it?"

Fei Xiuxiu was stunned for a while, and vaguely remembered that there was such a person.

Si Huai seldom mentioned about senior brother, and even if he did, he would only say a few words.

She almost forgot that Si Huai had a senior brother.

Fei Xiuxiu looked at Si Hongye, a little surprised: "How do you know Brother Si so well?"

It is impossible for Xiao Si to take the initiative to chat with Si Hongye about his senior brother.

Si Hongye paused, and said slowly, "We have been in touch before."

"I have heard other people talk about his death."

"It seems to be before Si Huai went to study at Shangyang University..."

Fei Xiuxiu's complexion also became heavy, Si Huai came back to the Si family after school.

No wonder he didn't look good to anyone during that time.

She asked softly, "Is Xiao Si on good terms with his senior brother?"

"It's more than good," Si Hongye sighed, "Si Huai has been growing up with his senior brother since his mother passed away."

Fei Xiuxiu was silent for a long time, reached out to approach Si Hongye's waist, grabbed the soft flesh and twisted it hard.

"hiss--"

Si Hongye's face was distorted in pain: "Why did you screw me all of a sudden?"

Fei Xiuxiu said calmly, "I see you are upset."

Si Hongye: "..."

"what I did wrong?"

"It's too much to write down."

"???"

Fei Xiuxiu thought for a while, then said again: "Looking at you before, you're not happy."

Si Hongye: "..."

"Let's go, don't you still want to make soup for that brat?"

Si Hongye turned around and walked towards the Si family, his waist was twisted again.

In the next second, Fei Xiuxiu pulled him back by the arm.

Si Hongye: "I can just eat whatever I want by myself."

Fei Xiuxiu gave him a strange look: "I didn't let you go to Lu's for dinner."

Si Hongye: "..."

Only then did he realize that Fei Xiuxiu didn't take him to the Lu's house, but took him to the yard and walked towards the cabin.

Stopping in front of the small wooden house, Fei Xiuxiu stuffed three sticks of incense to Si Hongye: "Bye, it will make you feel better if you say goodbye to the patriarch."

Si Hongye looked down at Xiang and remained motionless.

"What's so good? What are you talking about..."

Fei Xiuxiu picked up the lighter beside him and lit the incense for him: "Do you know why so many people like to pray to God and Buddha?"

Si Hongye: "Because they are cowardly and incompetent."

"..."

Fei Xiuxiu raised her hand and gave Si Hongye a hard twist.

Si Hongye shook his hands in pain, and almost stuck the incense on himself.

Fei Xiuxiu couldn't help asking: "When you couldn't find Xiao Si, didn't you think about praying to God and Buddha?"

Praying to God and worshiping Buddha is the last hope and the last straw for some people.

Si Hongye squeezed the incense and shook his head: "No."

Not to that point.

The incense had already burned a little bit, and seeing that the ashes were about to fall, Fei Xiuxiu urged: "Hurry up and burn the incense, don't waste it."

Si Hongye was full of reluctance.

Fei Xiuxiu raised her hand, and the red nails slowly approached.

Si Hongye's eyelids twitched, he immediately closed his eyes, bowed three times, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"What did you say to Patriarch just now? What wish did you make?"

"Do you still talk when you burn incense?"

"..."

The two stayed in the yard for a long time, attracting the attention of the people in the house.

Seeing that Si Hongye, a staunch atheist, was dragged by Fei Xiuxiu to offer incense and pray, Lu Xiuzhi took a double look.

Following Lu Xiuzhi's gaze, Si Huai also noticed this scene.

Si Huai lazily leaned on the sofa, watching Si Hongye being burnt on the head by Fei Xiuxiu. After three sticks of incense were burnt, another three sticks of incense were burnt.

He raised his eyebrows: "It seems that only Xiuxiu can restrain Lao Si."

Lu Xiuzhi paused with his fingertips, and turned his head to look at Si Huai.

He dangled his feet with a careless expression.

Pretty much the same as usual.

Si Huai didn't seem to hate Si Hongye that much, and didn't regard Si Hongye as his father, but he didn't resent Si Hongye either.

As for Fei Xiuxiu, she admired it even more, and didn't think she took away the position that belonged to her mother.

Lu Xiuzhi didn't hide his gaze, Si Huai felt his gaze, tilted his head, looked up and down for a moment, and said slowly: "Today is also a day for growing flowers."

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

After a moment of silence, he asked, "What about Uncle Si and Fei..."

Si Huai blinked, realizing what Lu Xiuzhi wanted to ask.

He said, "Embroidery is pretty good, what do you want to do, what do you want to say."

"It matches the boss very well."

"Otherwise, if you're bored with everything, you'll get sick."

Lu Xiuzhi lowered his eyes, Si Huai's mother was not in good health.

"then……"

Before he could ask, the door was pushed open, and Fei Xiuxiu came in with two boxes of bags: "This soup will be stewed for a long time, and the ingredients are placed carefully."

"Xiao Si, Xiuzhi, are you all okay now?"

"Come to the kitchen if you have nothing to do, and I will teach you how to make soup."

…………

at night

After taking a shower, the phone on the table vibrated, Si Huai looked at it, it was Dong Dashan's call.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, Dong Dashan's bluffing voice sounded.

"Si Huai! Tomorrow will be August 8th!"

Si Huai snorted, opened the calendar, stared at one of the dates for a while, and then asked, "And then?"

"...The school will start reporting tomorrow, have you forgotten?"

Si Huai didn't speak, he really forgot.

The summer vacation was only yesterday, why did school start again so soon?

???

"I knew it."

Dong Dashan guessed that he didn't pay attention to the report and the date of the start of school, so he called here specially.

"I've already bought a bus ticket, and I'll arrive at school probably tomorrow afternoon."

"When are you going? I also brought a lot of souvenirs, my mother asked me to give them to you."

Si Huai thought for a while: "Tell me when you arrive at the station."

Dong Dashan's voice became excited: "Are you coming to pick me up?!"

Si Huai said slowly, "I'm going to go to school."

Dong Dashan: "..."

"Okay, see you tomorrow. I have to get up early and go to bed first."

Si Huai hung up the phone, the calendar app was still on the phone screen.

August 8th is the anniversary of the brother's death.

tomorrow……

Si Huai hesitated for a while, then clicked on Old Chen Zhizha's WeChat: [What is everyone burning recently? 】

Old Chen Zhizha replied to the message in seconds: [New mobile phone, tablet computer, villa, car...]

[I have already made the latest mobile phone. 】

After a while, he sent a bunch of pictures over.

Si Huai looked over one by one.

Brother will definitely not use new mobile phones and computers.

Car... Brother gets motion sickness.

The villa... was ugly.

After looking at all the photos, none of them are fancy.

Si Huai thought for a while: 【Is there anything to eat? 】

【Desserts, cakes, ice cream? 】

Old Chen Zhizha: [No, I will do it now! 】

【When do you want it? 】

Si Huai: [ Tomorrow. 】

Old Chen Zhizha: [Guaranteed to complete the task! 】

Si Huai thought about it, and added: [Be more beautiful. 】

Old Chen Zhizha: [Absolutely shameful! 】

This adjective is weird.

Si Huai didn't think much, and yawned.

He had spent too much energy during the day, and as soon as he leaned on the pillow, he felt a deep sense of sleepiness.

Not long after, there was a soft snoring sound in the bedroom.

A breeze came in through the gap in the window, and then the window was closed and the temperature of the air conditioner was turned up.

"Si Huai."

Hearing the whispers in his ear, Si Huai turned over with a whimper, and covered his head with the quilt, trying to block out all the sounds from the outside world that disturbed his sleep.

"..."

There was a soft sigh in the bedroom.

Si Huai whimpered and turned over again, hugging the quilt.

In a daze, he felt someone touching his head.

When he opened his eyes, Si Huai suddenly found himself standing in the yard.

Standing in front of the Patriarch's Tablet is a man in a Tsing Yi Taoist robe, about 30 years old, handsome, with familiar facial features.

There was no one else in the yard except them, and it was very quiet.

Si Huai blinked, it was a dream.

The man picked up the incense and lit it familiarly...

Si Huai stared at him for a while, this man's gestures were very familiar.

The man raised his head and raised his eyebrows at Si Huai: "You brat."

Si Huai froze, these eyes, these eyebrows, this demeanor...

Exactly the same as senior brother.

He took a deep breath: "You, are you the bastard child of that old thing?!"

"..."

Si Huai was in a daze, why did he still dream of his senior brother's son?