Chapter 2291

"Both..." Feng Xun looked at Zhuo Yihang and said thoughtfully: "just now he said that he was taking airsickness medicine, but I doubt that it might not be airsickness medicine..."

Xia Chuqi nodded his head and said in a low voice: "maybe, if he is not feeling well, he will probably take some medicine that is useful to his body. I think his face is much better now..."

When she said this, she took the initiative to pat Feng Xun on the back of her hand and said with a smile, "but we don't have to think too much. After all, it also involves personal privacy. Brother Yihang doesn't want to say it, and we don't have to ask!"

Feng Xun nodded slightly and said nothing more.

After a long flight, he watched a movie on the seventh day of the summer and slept off and on for quite a long time. However, Zhuo Yihang wore an eye mask most of the time and couldn't see the symptoms of insomnia.

It wasn't until the plane arrived at its destination that Zhuo Yihang woke up and ate something casually.

"Brother Yihang, I think you have a good sleep on the plane..." Xia Chuqi joked with a smile.

Zhuo Yihang nodded, took a sip of milk, and replied with a smile: "yes, taking airsickness medicine is very useful for sleeping..."

"Well, I'll try it next time!" Early summer seven winked and said with a smile.

Without waiting for Zhuo Yihang to reply, Feng Xun gave a low reprimand in his voice: "nonsense, since you are not airsick, don't take airsickness medicine!"

At the beginning of the summer, he spits out his tongue and laughs apologetically at Zhuo Yihang. Zhuo Yihang also takes Feng Xun's words and says with approval: "Feng Xun is right. If you don't get airsickness, don't take airsickness medicine carelessly!"

When the plane landed, the group got on the bus to the town of Wiggins.

Looking at the houses, courtyards, stairs, and balconies along the way, all covered with roses of various colors, I can't help but marvel at the seventh day of summer.

"This is really a beautiful town..." on the seventh day of the summer, looking at the scenery outside the car window, breathing the fresh air outside, sighed with a smile.

The tiredness of long-distance flight seems to be washed away by the light fragrant air, beautiful flowers, blue sky, white clouds and clear lake.

Zhuo Yihang also nodded with a smile and patiently explained: "this is a famous Rose town in Switzerland. Almost every family will be full of flowers. Every July, a Rose Festival will be held to select the most beautiful rose queen. Mark Twain and other celebrities once praised this place..."

"So your father also stays in this small town all the year round to recuperate?" The seventh day of the summer asked curiously.

"I'll stay here for a long time every year!" Zhuo Yihang nodded slightly.

"It really looks like a good place for recuperation..." the seventh day of the summer sighed. Seeing the car stop, I thought I had arrived at the destination, but I found that it was a wooden dock.

"I'm sorry, my father doesn't like to be disturbed, so he chose such a lakeside cottage. Let's go by boat."

Zhuo Yihang apologetically explains that Feng Xun and Xia Chuqi just look at each other and smile. They get out of the car with Zhuo Yihang and get on a small wooden boat.

After a while, the wooden boat docked in the dock. On the seventh day of the summer, Feng Xun finally saw the house near the lake.

Feng Xun, holding the seventh day of the summer, carefully gets off the boat and follows Zhuo Yihang through a shady path to the door of the house.

The fence is made of wood with flowers on it, adding a bit of fairy tale color to the whole house.

Zhuo Yihang pushed open the unlocked fence and went through a small front yard. He took the seventh day of the summer and Feng Xun to stand at the door and rang the doorbell.

A moment later, a middle-aged housekeeper opened the door, saw Zhuo Yihang, and immediately called respectfully: "Mr. Zhuo, are you here to visit Mr. Zhuo?"

"Yes, I brought my friend to see my dad. He shouldn't have a rest now?" Zhuo Yihang asked with a smile.

"Mr. Zhuo heard that you are going to bring someone here, so he didn't take a nap. Please follow me..."

The middle-aged housekeeper made a gesture of "invitation" to Feng Xun on the seventh day of the summer, and then led them into the room and went directly to the tea break room.

The decoration in the house is not gorgeous, but it is full of green vegetation and flowers. In addition, the bright sunshine comes in through the window, which makes the whole room full of vitality.

In the tea break room, a pot of hot tea was still boiling on the fire, and there was a gurgling sound. The gray haired old man was sitting on a bamboo rocking chair, holding a book in his hand and a thin blanket on his body, with his back facing the door of the tea break room.

"Mr. Zhuo, here's the guest..." the housekeeper went to the old man and said in a low voice. She quickly turned off the small stove that was cooking tea.

"Dad, I've brought Xiao Qi..." Zhuo Yihang whispered as he went to Zhuo's father, who was sitting with his back to Xia Chu Qi and Feng Xun, and helped him turn the rocking chair around.

Zhuo's father put down his books, took off his presbyopic glasses and carefully looked at the seventh day of the summer. There was a touch of excitement on his old face, and he was about to stand up tremblingly.

Zhuo Yihang quickly held him and advised him not to get up easily. Seeing this, Xia Qihe and Feng Xun came forward politely and said to Zhuo's father with a smile: "Hello

"Xiao Qi..." Zhuo's father slowly opened his mouth and called Xia's nickname, his voice trembled slightly.

"I am!" At the beginning of the summer, he answered with a smile and looked at Zhuo's father carefully. He found that although he was old, he could see something similar to his mother.

"You are Shanshan's daughter, the seventh day of summer?" Zhuo's father was so excited that he couldn't believe it when he saw the seventh day of summer. Zhuo Yihang bent down and explained in his father's ear, "Dad, this is the seventh day of summer. Next to her is her husband Feng Xun. I told you on the phone before!"

Feng Xun also slowly opened his mouth at this time and politely introduced his father to Zhuo: "Hello, Mr. Zhuo, I'm Feng Xun, the husband of Xiao Qi!"

"Good, hello..." Zhuo's father finally calmed down and looked at the two people in front of him kindly, with a happy smile on his face.

"It's so good. I didn't expect that Shan Shan's child was so old and married..."

When Zhuo Fu said this, he thought of something. He waved his hand and said with a smile to the seventh day of the summer and Feng Xun, "sit down quickly, and let's talk slowly..."

On the seventh day of the summer, Feng Xun and he sat down on the sofa opposite him with a smile. The housekeeper also poured them a cup of hot black tea and put on a few dishes of snacks. Then they quietly stepped down.

"You've been flying all the way from China. It's hard..." Zhuo Fu said with concern.