jade life

Rong Xingchen looked at Su Zhiyang holding a leftover rock, really looking like a middle school student.

"Brother, should you cut it?" someone booed from the side.

Su Zhiyang shook his head, "No, I want to keep a souvenir. There may be emeralds in it, and this is a rough emerald."

Everyone laughed.

Su Lecheng asked casually, "Little classmate, what's your name?"

Su Zhiyang was taken aback, and took a step back nervously holding the less than half a piece of wool, "What, do you regret it? The money and the goods are paid off."

Wei Dongqi "cut" disdainfully, whoever thinks of his 200 yuan is just for fun.

Su Lecheng saw that Su Zhiyang was unwilling to answer, and he didn't force it. He touched Su Zhiyang's head with a smile, and led a group of people away.

Su Zhiyang stayed for a while, and couldn't help playing with his own hair with his hands, as if he wanted to wipe away the residual feeling of the big hands, and also as if he wanted to feel the difference between other people's hands playing with his hair and his own hands. the difference.

Rong Xingchen was silent at the side, with an unidentified look in his eyes.

Su Zhiyang didn't go to look at the wool again, and when everyone came back together, Huang Hangbo looked at Su Zhiyang holding the piece of wool that had been cut into half, and asked strangely, "Zhiyang, this... is this wool you bought?"

Su Zhiyang nodded and forced a smile.

"What's the matter?" Huang Hangbo also saw Su Zhiyang's lethargy, and looked at Rong Xingchen puzzled.

Rong Xingchen shrugged, he really didn't know what was going on now, he only knew that it might have something to do with the group of people he met just now.In other words, it has something to do with the father and son.

Could it be that Su Zhiyang thought of his own parents when he saw other people's fathers and sons?

It is possible!

The reason why Rong Xingchen didn't rely on Su Lecheng from Su Zhiyang's parents, and even Su Lecheng didn't think that Su Zhiyang was his son, was that Su Zhiyang and Su Le didn't grow up very much alike.

Su Zhiyang and Su's father and Su's mother are actually a bit similar, and they don't feel like anyone in particular.However, Su Zhiyang has possessed supernatural powers in this life. Affected by supernatural powers, or in other words, he has been nourished by the energy of jade since he was a child. , with bright and vivid eyes, perfect body proportions, slender legs, and full of aura, it's hard to ignore his appearance.

"Little uncle, this stone is not something you would be reluctant to throw away after you lost the bet, right?" Huang Xinghong didn't know how to read words and expressions, so he jumped over excitedly and joked.

"It is indeed left over after losing the bet." Su Zhiyang nodded solemnly, "But I didn't lose the bet, it was left over from someone else's bet. I bought it."

"Ah?" Huang Xinghong looked at the small piece of wool in puzzlement, turning it over and over again, "This wool is covered with stone flowers on the cut surface. Look at the surface, there is no pine flower, no moss, and no python belt. Young master, you can buy it." what?"

"Oh, not bad!" Su Zhiyang was delighted, "It seems that I learned a lot from Third Master Uncle."

Huang Xinghong scratched his head in embarrassment.

Huang Hangbo rubbed his little grandson's head with a smile. This kid is not afraid of embarrassment if he shows off in front of experts just after learning a little bit.

Huang Hangbo knew Su Zhiyang's ability, and believed that Su Zhiyang would not be able to buy such a useless stone back, so he looked and looked curiously.

"Little uncle, why did you buy this piece of wool?" Huang Xinghong was also very curious, "Is there jade in it? How did you find it? It's such a small piece, why didn't you untie it?"

Su Zhiyang was silent for a while, then smiled slightly, "How do I know if there is any jade in it? It's only 200 yuan, but it's cheap."

Several people looked at Su Zhiyang, their eyes full of disbelief.

Su Zhiyang shrugged, and said nonchalantly, "I think the man who lost the bet looks a lot like my dad."

Rong Xingchen's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood something.

Both Huang Xinghong and Rong Xingchen knew that after Su Zhiyang was three years old, his parents never contacted him again, and his only blood relative was his grandmother.But a few years ago, my grandmother also passed away. She closed her eyes and couldn't forget her daughter. While feeling sorry for her grandson, she scolded her cruel daughter and divorced son-in-law.

Su Zhiyang's life experience is a forbidden area that everyone tacitly understands, and no one wants to mention it, for fear of making Su Zhiyang sad.Unexpectedly, this scar was accidentally uncovered today.

Rong Xingchen knew how smart Su Zhiyang was when he was three years old. Maybe the child only had his own memory when he was three years old, but Su Zhiyang couldn't tell. It was very possible that he even remembered his father's appearance.

So, that person is indeed Su Zhiyang's father?

If that person is really Su Zhiyang's father, and his behavior just now obviously doesn't recognize Su Zhiyang...

Rong Xingchen didn't even dare to imagine, let alone Su Zhiyang himself?

Rong Xingchen felt a faint pain in his heart, feeling sorry for Su Zhiyang, he forced a smile, and was about to say something.

But Su Zhiyang laughed and rolled his eyes, "What's the matter, I just thought it looked a bit like it, so I bought it on impulse. But 200 yuan is not worth anything. If I can really cut out the jadeite from it, I can earn a lot of money." I'm growing up. I haven't seen my dad in a hundred years. Who knows what he looks like? I still have a master and a bunch of uncles and brothers. Don't think I'm so lacking in hobbies, okay?"

Su Zhiyang's self-mockery made everyone feel relieved. Huang Xinghong only felt that the little uncle was more amiable, and maybe he also had a little sympathy for Su Zhiyang in his heart. After all, the little uncle was only one year older than him. The situation, I have heard of it more or less.

Huang Xinghong jumped over, took Su Zhiyang's hand, with a little shyness, "Yes, my little uncle and I! I'm your dear nephew!"

Su Zhiyang couldn't help but smiled and squeezed Huang Xinghong's hand backhand, "Yes, kiss my nephew!"

Rong Xingchen's eyes were like knives, wishing he could chop off Huang Xinghong's hand and replace it with his own.