Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

"Yin'er, how did you feel when you saw me for the first time?"

"Tell me the truth?"

"Of course, I'm the kind of person who likes to hear the truth."

"A little slick, a little brainless, a little arrogant, a little idiot, in short, very annoying..."

"This is not a description of a good person! I am not such a person at all, Yin'er, you are the most duplicity, hurry up and say something nice."

"You have to ask, I never lie, this is my first impression of you."

From Yu Yan's face, he was a little uneasy, hugged Shang Heyin and asked: "That's all my misunderstanding, I must have advantages, don't I?"

Lying on the bench, Shang Heyin smiled and nodded: "Yes, your advantage is that you have a thick skin!"

Cong Youyan was unhappy, and said melancholy: "I am obviously wise and powerful, handsome, domineering, cool, and omniscient! How did I get into your mouth, I am like a hooligan on the side of the road."

Cong Youyan danced around his daughter-in-law, insisting on listening to something nice.

Shang Heyin just lowered his head to drink tea, smiled and said nothing.

On the barbecue in the distance, bamboo charcoal and meat skewers were covered by Lao Wu and others. Xiaolong took a few of his men and picked a good place to occupy the seafood basket. Serve me to eat and drink! I must be the best, and I need to sprinkle more cumin and hot sauce!"

"Come on! Come on!" Cong Youyan greeted Yang with his hand, leaned down, and made faces with his wife, then jumped over to make preparations before lighting the fire.

Only the upper body of Shang Heyin regained consciousness, so he could only barely tilt his head at this moment, looking at the man dancing in the sun.

Although he couldn't run for the time being, sweetness gushed out from every acupoint in his body.

The wind passed through the forest, when I was young.The sycamore leaves are lush and the sun is just right.

For a moment, he seemed to see the shadow of his mother.

She is still beautiful, not old, standing under the tree, nodding and smiling.

As for himself, he was still as immature as a green onion, with the hand of a cute boy by his side.

He tentatively stretched out his fingertips, desperately wanting to go over and introduce the partner he identified to his mother.

Just under his feet, it seemed that he was tied to an iron chain, trapping him, unable to move an inch.

Mother shook her hand understandingly, smiled faintly, took a few steps back, and disappeared.

He was panicked and wanted to stand up to explain, but the tears slipped out uncontrollably.

Accompanied by Meng Po soup, the mind is ups and downs in the water, flickering and flickering.

Even if you are thinking about it, even if you are unwilling, the submerged years still follow the annual rings, and gradually become distant and strange~ So, all the longing can only be endured, that's all.

Shang Heyin closed his eyes, but his heart trembled faster, as if he had gone through several time travels... and every time he was squeezed through time and space, the pain was an epiphany.

"Yin'er, why are you crying?"

There was concern in his ear, and his palm was very gentle, Shang Heyin obediently opened his eyes.

Cong Yuyan reached out to wipe away the tears on his daughter-in-law's cheeks: "If you're embarrassed to say it, I won't say it. Let's go to the BBQ. The charcoal grill is preheated. My craftsmanship is really good."

Sweetness flashed across Shang Heyin's eyes, he gently held Cong Youyan's hand, nodded: "Okay!"

'Because I see too many bamboo baskets fetching water, because I am used to hiding joys and sorrows.But if you really want to hear it, I will tell you quietly before falling asleep! '

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