Sha Po Lang

Xu Jiazu uploaded a little bit of land, Xu Bai households are military households again. The days are pretty good in the local area. The small family has a thin crop, so she raised an old mother to do some cooking and cleaning and other work.

When the sky was wide white, the old chef Xu swallowed up the breakfast and knocked on the door of the study: “Young master, Madam asked if you could go to her room to eat. ”

Changg Jingzheng was gathering and listening to the action of the pen and thought he would always reply: “No, she loves quiet, so I won't bother you. Please tell my mother and tell her that my son asks her for peace. ”

The old chef was not surprised by his response, and the daily Q&A between the mother and child was routine, nothing new.

Strange, according to reason, Xu Baiduo is only a stepfather, Changg and Xiu Ma are the biological mothers and sons, but these parents and sons will eat at the same table only a few days when Xu Baiduo is at home. Dawn Ding province, pretending to be a kind and merry charity, as long as the male owner walks, they are stranger than strangers, nobody cares, a hospital resides, Changg does not even walk through the front door, every day through the corner door to the next door, the mother and son do not necessarily meet each other for ten and a half days.

Even the sickness that lost half her life a year ago, Xiu Ma just took a look indifferently. She didn't care whether the only child was dead or alive.

Finally, the 16th Master took care of the person.

The old chef always suspected that the long heg was not born by the young lady, but by the looks of it, the mother and son looked alike and had to be related by blood.

Besides, if it's not her own, a soft and weak woman like Xiu Ma, who is living in another country, is not safe, why is she always carrying the child?

It doesn't make any sense.

After a while, the old chef brought a lunch box and said to Changg: “Today the master is going back to the city. Madam told the young master to come back early. ”

Changg understood what she meant. When Xu Baiduo came back, they tried to pretend to be a mother and a son, and nodded and answered: “I know. ”

His eyes fell on the box, and suddenly, when he saw a long hair on the handle of the box, his hand, which had been extended, shrunk back immediately.

The old chef's hair is already white. This soft long black hair will naturally not be hers. Xu Baidu hasn't come back yet. The main servant of the house, a total of three living people, is not the cook's, which is naturally Xiu's.

There is a strange cleanliness in the long heg - only the mother.

Next door, let him eat leftovers in the bowl used by his godfather, but as soon as he gets home, he won't touch anything that Xiu Ma touched.

The old chef knew that his temper was strange. He took the hair off carefully and smiled with him. “This is the lady who accidentally fell on top of it. No one has moved it since the dessert came out of the pan. Don't worry. ”

Chang Gu smiled at her very politely: “No, I have some problems today. I need to ask Mr. Shen to eat with my father-in-law later. ”

After that, he didn't pick up the box. He grabbed the book on the table and clamped it under his arm, lifting the heavy sword hanging from the back door and walking out the door.

Mr. Shen was holding his sleeves and was busy in the yard oiling several pieces of unbroken steel armor.

The steel armor was sent by the guard officers and soldiers. The Yanhui officers and soldiers also have their own "longarm division” specializing in the maintenance of military steel armor. However, there is too much armor in the army. If they are not always busy, they will also find a civilian longarm division to relax.

“Long Arm Master” is those who repair steel armor and lighter, and deal with the iron guys all day, is kind of a craftsman, but in the view of the people, the long arm master and the dog shave their heads, all belong to the “Lower Ninth Class”, even though the business is not sad to drink, but it is not very glorious.

Mr. Shen, a reader, somehow has this peculiar hobby, not only is it nothing he likes to fool himself, but he also often humiliates Sven to make some small money with this craft.

And Shen XVI, who accidentally entered the teenage dream, was stretching his two long legs out of nowhere, sitting on the sill, leaning against the door frame like a bone, with an empty medicine bowl next to him —— he didn't know how to clean it after drinking it.

Sixteen Lai stretched out his lazy waist and waved his hand half-dead, commanding him: "Son, go get me the bottle. ”

Mr. Shen filled his hand with engine oil and sweated back to Changg G. “Don't worry about him. Have you eaten? ”

Long G: “Not yet. ”

Mr. Shen turned his head and roared at 16: “Wake up in the morning and wait for the engine to eat! Can't you do something? Go get some rice and cook some porridge! ”

Shen XVI turned away, the deaf just in time, slowly swallowed the tunnel: “Ah? What?”

“I'll do it." I'm used to it. “What kind of rice? ”

When Master XVI heard this, he frowned. “Why don't you go yourself?" he said to Mr. Shen. ”

Mr. Shen, this Sven is pissed off every day by his bastard loser brother: “Didn't we agree to take turns? Husband, if you can't hear me, forget it. What's wrong with talking too old? ”

"I can't hear you," Shen XVI retorted. "What's he barking at? ”

Pretend to be the same as real.

Long g: “…”

Actually, it's easy to be deaf.

“He said…” With his head down, he was hitting the eyes of sixteen dramas, instantly the first night's dream flashed back to his eyes, and suddenly he found himself not so indifferent.

Long g's throat suddenly dried a little. He tried to keep his head down. There was no expression on his face: “Sit down, you old man. Don't bother fooling around in the morning. ”

Shen XVI didn't have time to get drunk. The only conscience he had was not soaked into wine. He grinned and grabbed Changg's hand. He stood up and patted the teenager's back of his head with a smile. He stumbled into the kitchen.

He was really ready to work - sixteen centuries-old master rarely encountered the ability to do something, rare and comparable to the flowering of an iron tree.

Chang Gu followed him in hastily. He saw his father-in-law grab a few rices and throw them into the pot with a big wave. Then he scooped the rice and made the splashes and waves fly. Then, he stretched out his two fingers with dignity, stirred them in the water at will, and took them out and shook the water beads. He announced: "Half washed, Shen Yi, come and take turns. ”

Mr. Shen: “…”

Shen XVI grabbed the wine bottle from the stove and poured it on his back. It flowed through the cloud with precision.

... Sometimes he suspects that he even pretends to be “blind”.

Mr. Shen may have taken his clothes off, stopped making unnecessary struggles, scolded and washed his hands with soap horns, ran into the kitchen, steamed pastries, and started cleaning up the mess thrown down by 16.

Changg took out his morning post and showed it to Mr. Shen one by one. After reading and commenting, Changg stuffed the page into the stove to help set the fire.

“The writing is quite advanced. A lot of kung fu has been done recently," Mr. Shen said, "I see you are visiting the long pavilion of Gu Xiao? ”

Long G: “Hmm. ”

The sixteen idle words were whispering next to him, turning his head and flashing a different color on his face.

Mr. Shen did not raise his head: “Tranquillity Hou fifteen leaders, World War I became famous, seventeen handsome, commanded Xizheng, passing outside Xiliangcheng, saw the ruins of ancient people, felt that the former Dynasty was still the wind, and Jiangshan had been carrying a handbook" Long Pavilion Fu "for a hundred years, even though it had been written, unexpectedly by the butt fairies around him, engraved on a stone tablet - to say, Gu's words were taught by the hands of contemporary Mr. Hongfu Sen, it was indeed desirable, only when he wrote the long pavilion, he was young and a young man, inevitably some of the heavens and the earth were thick, less than the fire. If you practiced writing and left so many ancient posts behind, why did you come to this day's posts? ”

Changg filled the paper rolls full of words and stuffed them into the stove without any hesitation: “I've heard people say that the three great Xuan Iron Camps, Xuan Hawk, Xuan Nail and Xuan Ride, flattened the 18 tribes of Beibang in the hands of the old Marquis, and then passed them to the young Marquis, making the western bandits bow down - I either like his words or wonder what the handbook left behind with the hands of the three great Xuan Iron Camps is like. ”

The spoon in Mr. Shen's hand unwittingly stirred in the pot, but his eyes seemed to have drifted away. After a while, he slowly said: “The name of the stable marquis Gu, the letter", is the only son of the chief princess of the first emperor and the old marquis, since the early death of the young parents, pitied by the present day, raised in the palace, and bestowed on the Lord Xi. He was a natural rich and idle man, but he had to go to the west to eat sand. Heroes don't have heroes. I don't know, I'm afraid his brain is not very good. ”

Mr. Shen was wearing an old shirt with white hair, and the corner was stained with steel coat oil, and there was an unlucky apron around his neck - the two brothers had fitted together, and there was no woman in the house. One was worse than the other. I wondered if the apron had been washed before I got it back. I couldn't see the background color, and it was wrapped in dishonesty.

Only that face has a clear contour.

Shen Yi's nose beam was tall and strong. When he was not joking, his side face was almost forest cold. His eyelids trembled slightly. Suddenly he made a sound: "Since the old master went, Xuan Iron Camp was highly shocked. It was abhorrent above, and he added that he was walking towards Zhongshen Fei...”

The silent sixteen suddenly interrupted him: “Shen Yi. ”

The two people at the stove looked at him together, and the sixteen were staring at the little spider web on the door frame.

Sixteen drinks do not drink the face, the whiter the face drinks, a little emotion into the eyes, can not see clearly.

He whispered, “Don't be ridiculous. ”

The Shen brothers are usually very small and small. As brothers, they disrespect their brothers, and their brothers spoil their brothers like nobody else. They fight from morning to night every day, but their emotions are very good.

Everglades have never heard sixteen speak in this raw, hard tone.

He was sensitive, unidentified, and frowned deeply.

Shen Yi's teeth tightened for a moment, realizing that Long Gg was watching him and barely holding his emotions together, smiled: “Forget it - but isn't defamation of the court after tea dinner? I'm just saying. ”

Changg noticed that the atmosphere was embarrassing and turned the subject away wisely. “Who was in charge of the Xuan Iron Camp for ten years, from the north to the middle of the west? ”

“Nobody cares," Shen Yiduo, "After the northern logging, Xuan Tie Battalion was silent, walking, dying, few elderly people still in the army, and most of them were discouraged. More than a decade later, the elite had already changed generations, many years of equipment had not been changed, and they were not old enough. Until a few years ago, the rebellion in the western realm, the court had no way to restart Xuan Tie Battalion. Instead of Gu taking over Xuan Tie Battalion, he could learn his current words if you had the chance. ”

Chang Gu stunned: “Has Mr. Shen seen the words written later by Ping Hou? ”

Shen Yi laughed: “Although rare, one or two pieces also occasionally come out of the workshop, all claiming to be true. I can't tell if it's true or not. ”

He said that while he was blowing white, serving his meal to the table, Long G was very eye-catching to help, and when he was passing with porridge and Shen XVI, he was grabbed by the sick son.

He was older than an ordinary teenager, taller among his peers, even though his bones were not rich, his head was already close to catching up with his little father-in-law. He looked up so slightly, he saw into the eyes of sixteen.

16 In fact, he has a very typical pair of peach blossom eyes, which can only be seen when his eyes are scattered around, because when his eyes gather, it is as if there is a pair of cloud fog cage abyss in the pupils, making people unable to see clearly, dark and heavy.

Changg's heart palpitated again. He lowered his voice and deliberately called his usual name: “Father-in-law, what's wrong? ”

Sixteen years ago he said, “Don't think about being a hero. What good will happen to a hero? All you have to do is eat and wear warmth for the rest of your life, and sleep well, and that's the best day of your life, even if you're stranded and relaxed. ”

Shen XVI often pretended to be deaf and mute. He rarely spoke a few words, but when he opened his mouth, he poured long grams of cold water.

He is half deaf and half blind and crippled. Naturally, he has no ambition and no energy. But how can a teenager listen to this frustrating talk?

Changg felt a little uncomfortable because he seemed to be underestimating him, and he didn't feel comfortable thinking, “It's all just like you. Who's going to feed your family in the future? Who takes care of you for dinner and clothes? It really doesn't hurt to stand talkin '. ”

He avoided the sixteen hands and said, “Don't move, watch out for the hot porridge." ”