The story of raising a baby in the Yellow Chicken Villa of Sword Three

Afraid of arousing Dalang's dislike, Master Ye and Lady Ye both had aspirations and did not meet Ye Mengti with his fiancée.They said they didn't say anything, but the two of them started to make their son Zai meet with his fiancée and talk to him, to see if he was no longer thinking about a rich family or a scholarly lady. This was his son's obsession before. .

But Ye Meng, who originally thought that he might suffer from insomnia, neurasthenia, and other symptoms at home because of his evil intentions, is... his body adapts well, he should sleep and wake up, and he is completely unaffected.Early the next morning, he asked Ye De to take him to greet his father, ah no, Yeye and mother, the owner and his wife were so excited that they almost burst into tears.

Er Zai is so filial, although Er Zai didn't come to say hello before, it's because Er Zai studied too hard, so I must be considerate.Now that Er Zai can come over and say hello, it proves that Er Zai is the best.

#On the doting halo of parents#

#How to make bad temper#

Although Ye Meng felt that it was a little strange that his ordinary actions made the baby teeth of Zhuang Ye and his wife agitated, but the parents, ah, wrong, the love of the parents for their children still moved him very much.

He lost his parents since he was a child. He studied hard in the lonely world silently, and then relied on the small inheritance left by his parents to successfully graduate from university and find a job. In fact, many times, many times, he would think of his parents. Thinking of the days when his family was present, which was already a little blurred in his memory, but which made him covetously.

But now his parents make him feel that he has found his relatives again, and finally, he has found his belonging.Although he feels very guilty about occupying their son's body, Ye Meng is determined to be filial to his parents and do all the things that Ye Dalang should do well so that he can live up to his parents' expectations.

Seeing that Da Lang really did not give up the scientific research just to comfort them, he stopped being so ambitious, and he stopped giving the people in Yejiazhuang a blank look from time to time. The scrolls planted and all kinds of calligraphy and paintings were put back in Erza's house.

Fortunately, the previous owner, Ai Qingjing, also gave Ye Meng enough space to look through the original owner's notes and other calligraphy works.On this day, the sun was shining and the years were fine. He first practiced swordsmanship in the yard, and then meditated. After eating something, he closed the door in Ye De's adoring and respectful eyes, claiming to rest I started to rummage through boxes and boxes to prepare for calligraphy.

Well, fortunately, the original owner's handwriting is neat and legible, probably for scientific research.

It’s true, you went to the exam and wrote a few pages of eloquent essays, just thinking that your essays are brilliant and gilded...but...the writing is as incomprehensible as a heavenly book, no matter how gorgeous or genius it is It's useless.

Neat and large characters may not look good at first glance, but they can be read comfortably and clearly, and can also leave a good impression on the examiner.This is convenient for Ye Meng, cursive script and running script are too obvious personal style, and it is difficult to imitate, and such neat big characters can be imitated as long as they work hard and pay attention on weekdays.

This time, the scroll that was pulled out from the bookshelf unfolded slowly. It was a landscape painting, the elegant and ancient style of ink and wash (⊙v⊙) um.Judging from the eyes of Ye Meng, a guy who has no artistic ability, um, yes, it's okay, I can see it.

It can be seen that mountains are mountains and rivers are water ╮(╯▽╰)╭, and there is a small person hiding on a small boat next to him.

Not bad, anyway, he couldn't draw it.

You can't draw it even if you kill it.

The painting is signed.

Ye Mengqiu was written in XX XX

This handwriting is the same as that of the original owner.Ye Meng's eyes widened, could it be... Could it be that his name is not Ye Dalang but Ye Mengqiu?There is only one word difference between the name and myself, excuseme?Is this why he crossed over?

Ye Meng hugged his head... This reason is really too ruthless and unreasonable.

But he didn't complain about how long he complained, what else can he do now?Coupled with the doting of his parents, he couldn't do without, and he finally knew his name.Congratulations!

After holding the pen holder, the memory of his body made him learn to write quickly. After he practiced the writing secretly, Ye Meng was officially ready to learn how to forge iron swords. Thinking about forging a cold sword with his own hands , The sense of accomplishment is not ordinary.

"Da Lang, are you really going to start learning blacksmithing?" Master Ye picked out his ears and looked out the window, well, the sun didn't come out from the west, and the ears weren't blocked, it wasn't an auditory hallucination.

"Yes, I want to study hard." It's useless for him to make up for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's better to focus on his career, and the otaku has a dream of being a hero in his heart. Now that the vision of a hero is in front of him, why not catch it hand?

"Yeah, very good, very good." Owner Ye was so excited that he wanted to turn around three times in the same place, but before he turned around, he remembered the face of being Yeye and coughed, "Dalang, you think so, yeah Yes, I am comforting and happy, but you don’t have to worry. Since Dalang has made up his mind, Yeye will help you arrange it. How about Yeye come to teach you in person?”

"Thank you, yeah." After calling for so many days, I got used to it.

"Ah, by the way, Yeye's friend will come to visit tomorrow, you... Dalang should come to see him when you have time." Zhuangzhu Ye suddenly remembered something, "His children are also good, Dalang Lang was busy with scientific research and made friends with them before. I don’t know about Da Lang now.”

"I'm free tomorrow, yeah." Completely ignorant of the inside story. Filial. Sensible. Meng Qiu. Ye answered very straightforwardly. In order to carry forward the Ye family in the future, he must make friends. Fight alone with a ghost, that is the protagonist The treatment is good.Before talking about it, it was because he was too embarrassing to climb the word, and he was too embarrassed to write a letter to Master Liu.

It is even more impossible to ask someone else to ghostwrite.

Now... how much does the imitation look like? He can also ask him.Zhuangzhu Liu is his first friend at this time.

As for other things, otaku Meng Qiu Ye really didn't have any guesses at all. No wonder he was a magician in his previous life, a Wang who had the potential to evolve into a great magician and a magister, how could he hear the slightest clue?Of course, if he had the memory of the original owner, he would find something was wrong.

It's a pity~~~ The master of time travel is either his own mother, or Leng didn't configure this basic function for him.

Similarly, Master Ye was also puzzled, his Dalang's attitude was too calm and calm, and he couldn't see any other emotions at all.Is he satisfied with Li Erniang or not?

Forget it, let's talk about it on that day anyway, if Da Lang really doesn't like that little lady...he can't force it.Owner Ye wondered in his heart whether there were any well-matched young ladies with good temperament, good character, good looks and good looks nearby.

On the second day, she was afraid that Er Zai would have a rebellious mentality, so Lady Ye didn't make Er Zai change into new clothes and dress in a grand manner, so Ye Meng, Ye Mengqiu came to the front hall completely unaware of the situation.

In the front hall, there was a man who was about the same age as Mr. Ye, and a young man who looked a year or two older than Ye Mengqiu.

Beside the youth, stood a young girl.

As soon as Ye Mengqiu saw the girl, he coaxed, and countless bright and colorful fireworks were set off in his mind.

In the boundless time, in the vast and boundless world, at the best time, when he met her, all he could say was hello. -----The above is nonsense, don't take it seriously, Ye Mengqiu is a science and IT nerd who is so literary and artistic.

The actual situation is that Ye Mengqiu, a big houseboy, blushed.

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