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"Your brother is completely bewitched by the werewolf man, and he can even do such a bad thing as causing an explosion that endangers public safety. It seems that the wolf head man has given him a lot of promises, and he has gradually lost himself." Wang Huaigu said .

"You really surprised me, and it's not in vain that you lived in this old house since you were a child. Although you are not very outstanding, at least you didn't disappoint me."

Is grandpa praising him?

Wang Zhuliu's eyes lit up, and there was an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Later, Xiao Yi learned from Wang Huaigu that Wang Huaigu and the old man were comrades-in-arms. They used to lie in the same trench and experienced life-and-death acquaintances under artillery fire. No wonder Wang Huaigu knew so much about their family affairs, and he did not hesitate to risk his family. Become a bait for the old man to lure the enemy.

To Wang Huaigu, Xiao Yi felt a little more cordial.

"Today is Xiaonian, let's go and have a drink with me." Wang Huaigu walked outside with his hands behind his back: "Your parents will come over later."

The latter sentence was obviously addressed to Wang Zhuliu.

But Xiao Yi completely forgot that today is a young year.

But if this is in the south, it will be a small year until tomorrow.

I came to a room with a quaint environment, and there was a round wooden table inside. There were fragrant dishes on the table, and the white wine was packed in a jug that looked very old. The jug was placed in a basin with warm water in it. Already hot wine exudes a strong aroma.

The whole house smells of liquor.

At this moment, there were already three people sitting at the table.

A middle-aged couple, plus a 21-year-old girl.

The girl looked like a lady from everyone, she sat there quietly, her pretty face was peaceful, and she smelled like a book.

"dad."

"grandfather."

When the three of them saw Wang Huaigu come in, they immediately stood up and shouted respectfully.

After Wang Huaigu sat down, the three of them looked at Xiao Yi suspiciously.

Today is Xiaonian, which can be regarded as a family banquet. They have never seen the old man invite outsiders on such an occasion.

Moreover, Xiao Yi is still very young, and it doesn't seem like he was invited by the old man.

"Let's all sit down." Wang Huaigu said to them, "Today the second child's family won't be here. This is Xiao Yi, the grandson of your Uncle Xiao."

They were not surprised that the second child's family did not come.

After all, Wang Zhubai, the second son's son, probably wouldn't have dared to scold him when something like that happened just now.

But when they heard that Xiao Yi was actually Xiao Lao's grandson, they immediately looked at him in surprise: "So it's Xiao Lao's grandson."

Wang Zhuliu's parents also became very enthusiastic towards Xiao Yi, asking Xiao Yi how the old man was doing.

It was only later that Xiao Yi found out that Wang Zhuliu's parents also had some friendship with his own parents.

"Xiao Yi, this is my granddaughter, Wang Zhuyin." Wang Huaigu pointed at the girl and said with a smile to Xiao Yi: "Speaking of which, you almost became my grandson-in-law."

"At that time, your grandfather and I were about to make an agreement to marry the two families, but later on, your uncle Wang and your father felt that this was too old-fashioned and traditional, so this matter would have been left alone. Otherwise, you and Zhuyin are now It’s already reached the point where we’re talking about marriage.”

Hearing this, Xiao Yi glanced at Wang Zhuyin in a daze, he didn't expect such a past.

When he looked at Wang Zhuyin, Wang Zhuyin also looked at Xiao Yi in surprise.

Suddenly mentioning this matter at the dinner table made her feel ashamed, and she couldn't help lowering her head, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Dad, this happened many years ago." Wang Zhuliu's father, Wang Zengyou, said with a smile.

"Yes, it happened many years ago." Wang Huaigu nodded, looked at Xiao Yi and said, "My granddaughter is very nice, quiet and obedient, with a gentle temper—it's a pity that she can't help you if you have to do something. I can't blend into your environment even if I go to you."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk, today is the new year, drink." Wang Huaigu waved his hand, and then picked up the wine glass.

But Wang Zhuliu looked stupid, completely lacking the vigor of the young master of the Wang family before.

The point is that what grandpa said tonight was too unexpected.

In that case, Xiao Yi almost became his brother-in-law?

But speaking of it, if Xiao Yi was really his brother-in-law, it would be even more interesting.

What's more, Xiao Yi is still Master Qingyuan!

As far as Xiao Yi's ability and his identity are concerned, it's very good to be with his sister.

Wang Zhuliu's parents kept calling Xiao Yi to eat.

Xiao Yi and Wang Huaigu were drinking together, but Wang Huaigu didn't say much about Rubik's Cube and his parents at the wine table, they were just chatting.

On the other hand, Wang Zhuyin ate with her head down all the time, chewing slowly, and sometimes secretly glanced at Xiao Yi, but she would move away soon, for fear that Xiao Yi would suddenly catch her gaze.

Wang Huaigu was also old, so he drank less alcohol.

Xiao Yi also deliberately restrained himself tonight, and bid farewell to the Wang family after having dinner together.

Today is the new year, no matter what, he has to go back to stay with Liu Feifei, after all, she has no relatives by her side right now.

If he hadn't heard so much from Wang Huaigu in the study and learned that Wang Huaigu had a very deep friendship with his grandfather, he would have planned to come and see Wang Huaigu before leaving.

Wang Zhuliu sent Xiao Yi to the door: "Brother Xiao, are you really Master Qingyuan?"

He still couldn't understand, how could Xiao Yi have such a deep foundation at his age?

You must know that even Liu Zhenqing, the leading calligrapher in the contemporary era, is full of praise for Master Qingyuan's calligraphy, claiming that he is not as good as him.

Liu Zhenqing's ancestry can be traced back to the four great masters of italic script a long time ago. I don't know how many people spend a lot of money to ask Liu Zhenqing to improve their calligraphy, but they are not qualified. Even he said this, which shows how good Master Qingyuan's calligraphy is.

So even now, Wang Zhuliu always feels unreal.

"I'm not that good at writing." Xiao Yi waved his hand and said, "I guess it was all created by others."

The key point is that he is also quite puzzled.

He wrote all his writing, and never spread it outside.

As for writing, when he met Lao Xiaoer for the first time, Lao Xiaoer began to teach him to learn to write, starting with dots, strokes and strokes, and then he understood Lao Xiaoer's intentions.

People who practice martial arts are inevitably angry, and their emotions are very easy to become irritable. If they can't say a few words, they may become angry.

Writing and self-cultivation can just make up for this aspect.

Cultivate your body first, and then practice martial arts.

The old and the young also gave him a good start.

"Brother Xiao is too modest." Wang Zhuliu said, it turned out that he only thought that Xiao Yi was just good at fighting.

And it seemed that Xiao Yi was lucky to find a woman like Shen Chumo.

But now it seems that whether it's Xiao Yi's identity or his gradually revealed ability, Shen Chumo's meaning is a little bit high.