My golden finger is open

After dinner, the old man went upstairs to rest, leaving Shen Qingyu and the other two in the living room.

Wei Chen went to make tea. Wei Ziwu sat next to Shen Qingyu with a sneaky look in his eyes and asked curiously, "How did my sister know my brother?"

He looks 30% similar to Wei Chen, but his skin is whiter and he is thinner.

When he smiles, he has a dimple on one side of his face. Apart from his eccentric personality, he is pretty cute.

Shen Qingyu looked at the young man who was eager to learn and replied, "I know him in the army."

Wei Ziwu looked at Shen Qingyu in surprise, "Are you a soldier?"

He thought to himself, she doesn't look like that. He has seen those female soldiers, and they all look like men, not like the sister in front of him, who is fair and clean.

There was a girl in their yard who was in the army. Before she joined the army, she was okay and looked a bit heroic. But since she joined the army, she no longer looked like a woman, but a total bully.

Shen Qingyu saw the teacup that Wei Chen placed in front of her, hummed, and wanted to continue answering Wei Ziwu's question.

The young man was looking at his brother aggrievedly, and he seemed to be about to cry the next second, "Where's mine?"

Wei Chen picked up the teacup and blew away the foam on it. Without even looking at his brother, he turned to look at Shen Qingyu and asked, "Why are you in Beijing?"

Shen Qingyu's mood, which had already been depressed, suddenly became worse. Her face flushed a little and she didn't want to say more.

But when she saw Wei Chen's indifferent expression, she became even more angry. "Why can't I come? You people from Beijing are superior to others, so what?"

As soon as these words were spoken, both Wei Chen and Wei Ziwu's expressions froze. They were stumped by these three consecutive questions.

Wei Chen frowned slightly, and Wei Ziwu came back to his senses, looking at Shen Qingyu with the eyes of a warrior. This sister is really brave.

That was his brother, who would start a fight if they disagreed. He hurried forward and held his brother's arm to prevent him from doing so, while shouting, "Brother, my sister is a girl, you can't hit her." In his haste, he even spilled the tea.

Then, under his brother's calm and cold face, he hurriedly wiped up the spilled tea with his sleeve.

Not caring about her wet sleeves, she said to Wei Chen in a flattering manner, "Brother, I didn't mean it."

Wei Chen was still thinking about what the woman had just said, and this time he ignored his brother.

He thought about it in his mind, the woman came to Beijing during this period, and thought about what Shen Qingyu had just said, and he seemed to understand a little bit.

He raised his eyes, his expression somewhat relaxed, "I'm here, the people here are just ordinary people, there's nothing superior about them."

After hearing what the man said, Shen Qingyu just snorted coldly, "Why not? Aren't you also indifferent to me?"

Wei Chen looked at Shen Qingyu's expression and said, "I didn't."

Wei Ziwu, who was standing at the side, looked at the two and thought they were going to fight, so he hurriedly said to Shen Qingyu, "Sister, you are overthinking it. My brother is like this. He has a cold face all day long and never treats anyone well. Don't bother with him."

Shen Qingyu looked at Wei Ziwu who was saying nice things, and thought that although they were both younger brothers, this one was better than Lu Xufeng, as he at least knew how to protect her.

She glanced at Wei Chen, then turned to Wei Ziwu and said, "Does he beat you often?"

Wei Ziwu blinked after hearing Shen Qingyu's question. Could he say this in front of his majestic elder brother?

Shen Qingyu saw that the young man was afraid of Wei Chen, and said to Wei Ziwu, "Just tell the truth."

Under heavy pressure, Wei Ziwu said with evasive eyes, "Sister, you don't know, my brother is a devil. He often beats me. If I say something wrong, he will punch me. He is a tyrant and does not allow others to refute him."

As the young man complained, Shen Qingyu glanced at Wei Chen with a half-smile, and saw the man glaring at his brother, "Are you itching for trouble?"

Okay, it’s solid.

Wei Ziwu said to Shen Qingyu pitifully, "Look, sister, this is how he bullies me."

Shen Qingyu looked at the funny young man with a smile on his face, "Do you want to beat him up too?"

Seeing the young man's mouth curled up and nodded happily when he heard that he could beat his brother, Shen Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "How about you become my disciple and I teach you kung fu?"

This time it was Wei Ziwu's turn to be dumbfounded. What did he hear? The sister in front of him looked so weak and wanted to teach him kung fu. The more he looked at it, the more awkward it seemed.

Wei Chen, who was standing at the side, paused after hearing this. He looked at his brother who was still not in the right state and slapped him, "You little brat, why don't you become my disciple?"

Wei Ziwu was beaten again, and his head was really buzzing. He looked at his eldest brother in disbelief, "Ahhh, Wei Chen, I'm going to fight you to the death."

Then it was easily suppressed.

Wei Chen sat back in his seat and said to Shen Qingyu seriously, "Are you serious about what you said?"

Shen Qingyu just spoke quickly. Seeing Wei Chen's serious expression, she asked, "What are you going to do?"

Wei Chen did not answer the woman, but stood up and pressed Wei Ziwu down to kneel in front of her.

At this time Wei Ziwu also realized that something was wrong. He did not dare to disobey his brother. Then, under his brother's guidance, he kowtowed three times to Shen Qingyu and served her tea.

Shen Qingyu looked at the young man kneeling obediently in front of her and the tea handed to her.

I said it myself and I bowed my head, but I don’t know whether this tea tastes good or not.

Shen Qingyu pursed her lips, glanced at Wei Chen, took the teacup from Wei Ziwu's hand, and took a sip.

He said softly, "Since you have become my disciple, you will be my first disciple.

If you want to become my disciple and learn martial arts, there is only one principle you must abide by.

You cannot bully the weak and use the Kung Fu I taught you to do bad things.

Of course, if someone else calls you first, you can call back. I'm not that old-fashioned."

When Wei Ziwu heard this, although the development of the matter was a little unexpected, he also knew that this was a great opportunity for him.

He assured Shen Qingyu, "Master, I will remember everything you said. I promise not to do anything bad."

Shen Qingyu's expression returned to normal at this time. He had already accepted him as his disciple and there was no turning back.

She looked at Wei Ziwu again and found that he had become much closer. Shen Qingyu turned to look at Wei Chen. There was envy in this man's eyes.

This man really knows how to seize the opportunity. "How about you also take me as your master?"

Shen Qingyu looked at Wei Chen and teased, thinking that since she was Wei Ziwu's master, she was one generation older than the man. "Are you going to call me like Ziwu in the future?"

When Wei Chen heard the woman's words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "You think too much."