Sister, you miss me

Jiang Bengyue smiled and nodded, expressing her understanding: "Brother Yang, I have the blue enchantress here by air. The price is a bit more expensive, but it does express special feelings."

Yang Feng snapped his fingers: "I've heard about it, so I will come here in duplicate. I declare in advance that money must be collected for this."

Jiang Bengyue smiled and nodded: "Of course, I really can't afford to give it away."

The two hand-held blue enchantresses were eighteen in total. Yang Feng took out a thousand yuan, he cried out in pain, and kept saying "spoil, waste" and so on.

Jiang Zengyue couldn't help but asked Yang Feng a headache: "Brother Yang, how do you get so many flowers back? How to keep them fresh? And how to send them out tomorrow?"

"This..." Yang Feng shook his head: "What can you do?"

"Of course it is raised with us. I will deliver it for you tomorrow." At this point, Jiang Bengyue smiled again: "Of course, I must remind you that if I send it to you personally, the effect will be much worse."

Yang Feng shook his head and immediately decided: "You can send it for me!" As he said, he took a fragrant sticky note and wrote six names and addresses. Of course, he did not forget to put "Monster" after the names of Wang Bingqian and Hao Li. "Ji".

Then, a handful of variegated roses was presented to Hong Tianjiao on the spot: "Jiaojiao, I wish you more and more harm to the country and the people."

"Fuck you." Hong Tianjiao took Hua'er and smiled, and then pursed her small mouth: "Big Brother Yang, have you heard that the sea was once a sea, but Wushan is not a cloud? I have seen the Blue Demon Fairy. Give me this, and it's a wholesale one."

"This... doesn't seem to be wholesale in front of you."

Hong Tian's teeth were tickled with bitter hatred.

"You won't throw it away."

Hong Tianjiao smiled slyly: "Don't worry, I will give you some face, I will throw it back again."

When leaving, Jiang Zangyue told Yang Feng that she was repeating studies in the second middle school.

On the way back, passing by a twenty-four-hour gift shop, Yang Feng picked a little yellow doll. He said it was a little yellow doll, but it was actually very big, as tall and low as Qin Xue.

...

As soon as Yang Feng entered the house, Yang Zhantian and Dracula both greeted them.

"Come back so late?" Yang Zhantian asked.

Yang Feng nodded: "I bought something."

Dracula's faintly blue eyes looked at Hong Tianjiao deeply, and laughed: "You young people also celebrate Valentine's Day. What a beautiful flower, so young."

Hong Tianjiao squinted his eyes and glared at Dracula. He returned to the room with the flowers in her hand, and found that Qin Xue had fallen into a deep dream.

"Xiao Feng, come to my room." Yang Zhantian said.

"Ok."

The three of them walked into Yang Zhantian's room. Dracula stared at Yang Feng with earnest eyes: "Xiao Feng, when will you come with me?"

Yang Fenghan said: "Dracula, you lied to me."

"Why, your words don't count?"

Yang Feng frowned and smiled: "Of course I speak, but I didn't say when to go with you."

Dracula's face was solemn: "You announced that Your Excellency Leiden is in very bad health. I am afraid that he will not live long. Do you want him to die with regret?"

Yang Feng narrowed his smile and was silent for a while before he said: "The real culprit who killed Xiaoyun has not yet come to terms, and my studies are also very tight..."

Yang Zhantian waved his hand: "Xiao Feng, the traffic is so developed now that you can make a round trip a week."

"Dad, do you support me too?" Yang Feng was surprised at Yang Zhantian's attitude.

Yang Zhantian’s old face was hot: "Yes, family affection cannot be interrupted. Although your grandfather used to be brilliant, despite having a wealth of wealth, but now, he is just a dying old man longing for family affection. I think, even from a humanitarian perspective. , You should go there too."

"This……"

Yang Zhantian said anxiously: "Xiaofeng, what are you still hesitating about? Although Dracula is wearing a body armor, you can't deny that he really risked his life to block five bullets for you, he..."

"Yes, I surrender." Yang Feng waved his hand to interrupt Yang Zhantian: "I agree."

"Great." Dracula jumped up and down, happily like a child.

"However, I have the conditions."

"You said." Dracula looked at Yang Feng and said.

Yang Feng thought for a while: "I must pass the Lantern Festival."

"There is no problem at all. I have to apply for a passport visa for you. It will take two or three days sooner."

"Well, that's it for now."

"Wait." Seeing Yang Feng about to leave, Dracula stopped him, his eyes full of imploring: "Xiao Feng, can you say a few words to your grandpa first."

"There is no need to rush for a while!" Yang Feng was a little timid.

"Xiao Feng, I didn't lie to you, your physical condition is really bad, maybe he can be happier when he hears your voice."

Yang Feng looked at his father Yang Zhantian, and Yang Zhantian encouraged him.

"Okay, okay."

"Okay!" Dracula immediately dialed the overseas call, and then respectfully said: "Your Excellency, I am Dracula, now let Xiaofeng talk to you."

Dracula handed the BlackBerry phone, and Yang Feng hesitated for a while or put it next to his ear. The first thing that came into his ear was a continuous cough.

This kind of cough was the same as before Yang Zhantian, and Yang Feng felt exactly the same after hearing it.

Worried!There are some things that you deliberately avoid and deceive yourself, but you can't deceive your heart.

After a while, an old, under-breathed voice rang in the receiver, speaking in inaccurate Mandarin: "Xiaofeng? You are twenty years old. How did you come over these years? You must hate it. My grandfather is now!"

"Xiaofeng, you must be very strange. I can still speak Mandarin Chinese. That's because I heard that you are still alive, so I practice hard day and night, so that I can communicate with my grandson unimpededly."

"You know what happened back then. You don't want to say more about who is and who is not grandpa. Now, grandpa has only one request. Before I close my eyes, let me see you. Xiaofeng..."

Brighton was talking from beginning to end, and Yang Feng said nothing.

Yang Zhantian and Dracula were half-dead anxiously. They couldn't do anything except wink at Yang Feng.

At the end, Yang Feng said: "You have a good rest and take care of your body. We will meet in a few days."

"Ah, really...really, Xiaofeng, are you really willing to see Grandpa?"

"If there is nothing wrong, I will hang up." Yang Feng said lightly.

"Okay, okay, then, you call Dracula, I have arrangements. It's great, it's great."

Yang Feng, of course, could hear Brighton’s sincere joy, handed the phone back to Dracula, walked out of Yang Zhantian’s room, into a small courtyard, looked up at the full moon in the night sky, and sighed slightly. Go to your room.

He practiced "Nine Yang Gong", "Six Meridian Acupuncture", and "Heaven-defying Jue" one by one. After a little sleepiness, he went to bed and entered concentration.

Before long, Master Jingsong fell into a dream.

"Xiao Feng."

"Master, are you still willing to come?"

"Xiao Feng, Master has been looking at you all the time. Your behavior today is too reckless. You are far from reaching the immortal golden body now. If you shoot a headshot, you will be finished."

"Where is there if, I am not doing well now?"

"Really? Look inside to see if the Spirit Devouring Orb is still there."

Yang Feng looked inwardly and was shocked: "How could this be?"

"At the critical moment, it was the Spirit Devouring Orb that changed the trajectory of the bullet and saved your life. The so-called gains and losses. From then on, you will lose the Spirit Devouring Orb forever, and there will be no Spirit Devouring Orb in this world."

"It seems I am really reckless."

"It's not worth the loss!" Jing Song shook his head, "But if you lose your horse, you know it's not a blessing. I watch your "Nine Sun Gong" advance well. With that bead all day long, you may be cheating. On the contrary, it is practical."

Yang Feng nodded: "I used to worry about what would happen if I lost the Spirit Devouring Orb. Now that I really lose it, I am not as panicked as I imagined, or even fear and despair."

Jing Song nodded slightly: "Let me see, um, your medical skills and kung fu have made great progress. If you are a mortal, you can have a good future with these alone. It's a pity that you were not born a mortal."

"Master, you really know everything. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. Before I got the Spirit Devouring Orb, my ideal was simple and simple, that is, to become an ordinary pastry chef, marry a daughter-in-law who has seen it, and live a happy life ."

"now what?"

Yang Feng smiled and did not answer.

"There is a saying in your world that the butt determines your thinking. Different heights and different perspectives on the problem. The size of your personal ability determines the level of your pursuit."

"Incisive, too insightful."

"Well, you should have mastered the storage function of the ring. This skill is not a last resort and should not be used lightly."

"Yes."

"Also, your Yuanyang is broken now, and it will definitely affect your cultivation. Remember the word'temperance' and do it for yourself."

Old Yang Feng blushed, and said that he was confused, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, he didn't taste the taste at all, when he looked up again, Jing Song was already dim.

"Master, Master..."

When I went to bed the next day, Qin Xue saw the cute and cute big little yellow man next to his pillow, with a fragrant note on it, saying: Dear sister, happy double festival, do you like brother’s gift? ?

Qin Xue hugged the little yellow man and kissed him. She ran out of the room in her pajamas, and saw Yang Feng brushing her teeth by the pool, with her hands behind her back and her starry eyes blurred: "Brother, thank you for your gift. I like it very much." After speaking, he stood on his tiptoe and took a bite at Yang Feng's cheek.

"Just like it." Yang Feng smiled and nodded.

When Qin Xue turned her head, she saw Hong Tianjiao holding a vase with a handful of roses in the vase, colorful and charming.

"Sister Jiaojiao, who gave this to you?"

"Who else besides your brother?" Hong Tianjiao said casually.

Qin Xue stared at Yang Feng, two dangerous sword lights shot out from her eyes: "Brother, today is February 14, don't have my share?"

Hong Tianjiao still fiddled with the roses, ignoring Yang Feng's murderous eyes, and muttering to herself: "This rose is not something anyone can give."

Qin Xue stomped her foot and left in a huff.

Yang Feng frothed and stared at Hong Tianjiao: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

"I'm helping you, are you afraid of her misunderstanding? I just let her give up."

Yang Feng was speechless.