Chapter 1922

At the beginning of summer, he nodded and sighed, raised his head and looked at the blue sky, and said in a low voice: "I hope this meeting of their elders can help my father get rid of his heart knot, and also help your father return home to relax..."

"Maybe this trip will relieve his sunset syndrome!" Feng Xun kisses her cheek and says with a smile.

On the seventh day of the summer, she nods silently. Although Feng Xun's people have made all the preparations, she still hopes that Feng Xun's sunset syndrome will not happen in front of her father, otherwise, he will have his own thoughts, plus the knot in his heart before

In the quiet worry of the seventh day of the summer, Feng Fu has arrived at the door of the old house of the Xia family in the early morning, waiting for the meeting of Xia Zhe, the father of the seventh day of the summer.

In the old house of Xia family, all the children of Xia family go out to work. In such a big old house, only Xia's father can't sleep. He wakes up early and plays a set of Taijiquan. Just after breakfast, he sets the table in the backyard and plans to practice calligraphy. The housekeeper, Lao Chen, reports that an old man who claims to be Feng Xun's father, is standing outside the old house and wants to see Xia, I want to have a good chat with Mr. Xia!

"Feng Xun's father?" Xia's father thought that he had heard wrong. He spread the rice paper in front of him and asked, "Lao Chen, are you sure you are not wrong? Isn't Feng Xun's father long gone? Where's another Feng Xun's father? "

"As like as two peas, I do not hear him wrong, he does call himself a father of Xun, and he does not pretend to be a pose. He is familiar with the bodyguards beside me. He was the same as the bodyguard beside us five young ladies." Housekeeper Chen Bo explained patiently.

"But Feng Xun and Xiao Qi didn't mention it to me before..." Xia's father frowned slightly and took a written test with his hair. He still thought it was quite strange.

"Maybe there's something hidden!" The housekeeper, Chen Bo, thought about it, then said with a smile, "are you angry with Feng Shao and Miss Wu? Before you came back suddenly, you refused to answer their phone..."

Xia Fu snorted coldly and didn't answer.

Seeing this, the housekeeper Chen Bo said with a low smile: "Sir, I think we should let the guest come in first. If he is really Feng Xun's father and is old, it's not good to let him wait outside our old house all the time. Otherwise, we have no way to treat guests!"

Xia Fu answered with a faint tone. He didn't put down his writing brush and said, "please invite him in. I want to see what kind of man Feng Xun's father is. He died and lived for a while..."

"To the living room, or to the backyard?" The housekeeper asked respectfully.

"Bring it directly!" Xia Fu said lightly, and the housekeeper Chen Bo nodded. Then he turned to the old house and invited the old man who had been waiting for a while and called himself Feng Xun's father into the old house.

Feng Fu asked the two bodyguards to take the gift of apology in their hands and went into the old Xia house with the housekeeper Chen Bo. Looking at the simple and elegant building of the old Xia house, he was amazed.

It is worthy of being a cultural family. Although the house has a history of many years, it can remain so complete, which also shows that the cultural family has experienced ups and downs and has not been dilapidated

It's not easy for every big family to survive. When you think about the good family education on the seventh day of the summer, Feng Fu has some admiration for Xia Fu, who has not met!

"Mr. Feng, please --" the housekeeper, Mr. Chen bowed slightly, pointed to the winding corridor and apologized to his father. "Every morning, our master is used to staying in the backyard, drinking tea, practicing Tai Chi, and then writing for a while..."

Feng Fu nodded and said with a smile: "Mr. Xia can maintain his health in this way. It's really worth learning from us old men!"

The housekeeper Chen Bo smiles. He doesn't say anything more. He just looks forward to it silently. If this fenglao's identity is true, maybe he can really chat with them and become friends!

Under the leadership of the housekeeper Chen Bo, Feng's father came to the backyard and saw Xia Lao, who he was going to visit, writing slowly with his back to him.

Although his hair has turned a lot white, this Mr. Xia is wearing a Tang suit. He lowers his head and writes with a brush. The brush is very powerful, and his waist is not bent. He looks very energetic!

"Master, the guests are coming..." housekeeper Chen Bo whispered, Xia Fu did not stop calligraphy, whispered: "old Chen, bring tea to the guests!"

"Yes Chen Bo quickly went to one side, poured a cup of tea and brought it to Feng Fu.

"Thank you very much." Feng's father took the tea cup, but he didn't rush to drink it. Instead, he quietly went to the desk and looked at Xia's father's calligraphy seriously. He couldn't help but praise him in a low voice: "good word --"

Xia Fu finished the last word, then he put down his brush, slowly raised his head, looked at the guests in front of him, and asked thoughtfully, "are you... Feng Xun's father?"

Feng's father nodded happily and replied with a smile: "yes, I am indeed Feng Xun's father..."

Xia's father frowned slightly and looked carefully at Feng's father in front of him. He found that his eyebrows were indeed similar to Feng Xun's, but his doubts did not diminish.

"I remember that Feng Xun's father passed away very early..." Xia's father said thoughtfully, and his words were a bit more tentative: "moreover, Feng Xun seldom mentioned you to me. You suddenly came to visit me today and claimed to be Feng Xun's father. This is really..."

"It's not right of me to nag all of a sudden!" With an apologetic smile, Feng Fu explained in a low voice, "I know you have doubts about me. To tell you the truth, the news of my death was sent out by Feng Xun in order to protect me. Almost everyone thinks I'm dead, but I'm actually hiding to recuperate!"

"Say so..." summer father seems to understand what, eyes slightly narrowed, picked up a paper towel to wipe his hands, tone faint ground asked: "Feng Xun in order to protect you, made a suspended animation?"

"That's it Feng's father nodded slightly. He didn't mind that his father knew about it. He explained with a smile: "my illness is good and bad, so in order to protect me, Feng Xun never mentioned my affairs to others. On the one hand, he didn't want to cause some trouble. On the other hand, he hoped that I could recuperate quietly."

"Does my daughter Xiao Qi know about it?" Xia Fu immediately asked.

"To tell you the truth, it was your daughter and Feng Xun who suggested that I return to Genoa manor from sanatorium some time ago." Feng Fu nodded and sighed with a smile: "Xiao Qi, really a good child!"

Hearing Feng Fu praise his daughter like this, Xia Fu's cold expression melted slightly. He pointed to the chair and said, "please sit down."