Chapter 24

The next morning, after the father and son had a routine run and boxing, Ling Jingxuan pushed a scooter to yuehuagou. Today, they all went to the county fair. He planned to get more fish and sell them directly to the town. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell two steamed stuffed buns. When the medicine on the stove was cooked, he remembered to turn off the fire. However, he ignored their curiosity about men. Some things said they didn't care, but they had blood after all Fate, which can really do not care.

Yan Shengrui has been practicing martial arts for many years. He has a good hearing. He basically knows everything that happened in his family, including the conversation between Ling Jingxuan and two steamed stuffed buns yesterday, and Ling Jingxuan's talk about wine jam. Although he has lost his memory, many instincts still exist. In the short contact, he can understand Ling Jingxuan's personality and become curious about him Don't forget.

Of course, this does not mean that he likes Ling Jingxuan. It can only be said that he wants to know more about Ling Jingxuan and know more about him than to recover his memory.

"This is your medicine. In the morning, my father cooked the black noodles mushroom paste. Take it quickly."

After hesitating for a long time, the two steamed buns finally pushed into the room. Ling Wenhu put the two sea bowls in front of him with a straight face. He never looked at him, so he ignored the man's attentive eyes. Ling Wu, though hiding behind Ling Wen, kept his eyes on men from time to time. After his father said that, he found out that they really grew up It's just like a mold.

"You eat this every day?"

Knowing that the two children didn't want to see him, Yan Shengrui didn't act amorous. He took his eyes back and looked at the dark black paste. There was a little brown mushroom seeds floating in it. Thinking about the food that Ling Jingxuan had brought these two days, Yan Shengrui raised his head, and his deep dark eyes slipped through the faint heartache. He forgot all the things and could not remember them His appearance has been lying down for two days. He has no chance to see what he looks like. He doesn't feel much about the appearance of the two steamed stuffed buns. He just looks at them, and his heart always feels strange love.

"What's wrong with this? It's good to have something to eat. "

Ling Wen is sensitive, thinking that he is disgusted with their food. He looks up with red eyes and stares at him fiercely. His small hand clenches into a fist. His lips twitch faintly. Yan Shengrui is stunned and then raises his body: "don't misunderstand. I don't have any idea of abandoning. I just love you."

I don't know why. He just doesn't want his two children to be dissatisfied with him. Maybe this is the so-called father son nature.

"If you really hurt, why did you leave dad and us? We don't need your heartache. "

After the angry roar, Ling Wen pulls Ling Wu around and runs out. Yan Shengrui is a step too late to catch them. After a long time, he slowly takes back his right hand. There is a helpless smile on his lips. It seems that the two little guys have a lot of resentment against him.

Lingjia village has a good geographical location. It's not far from the county seat. It takes about half an hour to walk. It's faster to take a bullock cart. However, everyone needs a copper plate, and the goods also need to be paid separately. Ling Jingxuan caught four barrels of fish today. With the help of Ling Jingpeng, a group of four people pushed a scooter to the entrance of the village.

Along the way, you can't help being criticized. These days, the lively little buns are embarrassed to hide behind Ling Jingxuan because they are too precocious and sensible. They are more sensitive and uncomfortable in the face of other people's gossip and even abuse.

"Xiaowen Xiaowu, a person's life is just a few decades. If you care about other people's eyes all the time, your life will be just like your underpants. You should hold on to what others fart. Don't care what they say. We can live happily."

Ling Jingxuan said with a smile as he pulled out his two sons, but his sharp Danfeng eyes didn't have a smile. He didn't care what others thought of him, but he couldn't stand the people's pointing at them. Lingjiacun, he remembered that one day he wanted those people to look up to them.

"That's the reason, Xiaowen Xiaowu. They like to fart and let them go. We don't care about them."

Usually, Ling Jingpeng, who cares about the gossip most, agrees abnormally. His young and handsome face is covered with sweat. After all, it is June day. Even in the morning, pulling things can heat people to death.

"Well, we know."

Looking up at his father and then at his uncle, Ling Wen nodded cautiously and resolutely no longer hid behind Ling Jingxuan. He led a small steamed bun to walk beside them. Although his face was still red, his mood seemed to grow in an instant.

"Xiaowen, Xiaowu!"

After passing through the densely populated village and just arriving at the entrance of the village, a clear and tender voice suddenly came. Not far away from the direction of population gathering, iron wagons warmly waved to them, and their red face was full of excitement. Beside them, there were two men, a tall and strong man, not to mention beautiful, but a very male and delicate one They were both dressed in coarse linen clothes, but there was no trace of village man's breath. If they changed into royal clothes and jade clothes, they would not be thought of as powerful people."Daddy?"

The two steamed stuffed buns were obviously very happy, but they did not immediately run over, but turned to look at Ling Jingxuan.

"Go ahead."

"Well."

Ling Jingxuan, who has been sweating profusely, smiles and nods. The two steamed buns run out, shouting the name of the iron child and waving to him. Ling Jingxuan laughs and shakes his head. This is what a five-year-old should look like!

"They are brother Zhao and brother Han. On weekdays, brother Zhao will pick up some iron work in the town and do it at home. Brother Han will also drive a bullock cart to the entrance of the village to earn some money to support the family. However, people in our village generally don't take their cars, and he can't make much money."

no wonder they have no one by their cattle cart. After listening to Ling Jingpeng's explanation, Ling Jing's mouth curls up, and he can't make complaints about his "noble" Lingjia village. He loves to be so annoying as long as they don't provoke him. Otherwise, don't blame him for being rude.