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"This junior has met Mr. Gan, and Yi Shuihan is the father of this junior." Still holding the white dumpling in his arms, his slightly bent waist and lowered face showed the unique coldness of this person in his solemnity.

Gan Dulong unscrupulously looked at Yi Qinghuan from head to toe, even carefully observing the expression hidden in the shadows. He stayed in Yi Qinghuan's arms for a moment, his brows were frivolous, and his clear eyes were full of mischief.But my slightly nodding head still showed that he was quite satisfied with the person in front of him at the moment.

Unexpectedly, Boy Yi's son looks pretty good, he looks like his mother at a glance.

Gan Dulong thought sourly, recalling the days when the two met, how many of the moments that belonged to the two of them were wanton and unrestrained, but the peach blossoms inserted for no reason defeated their interest, so the last thing Gan Dulong wants to admit is Yi Shuihan's outstanding Looks, he can't compliment that big table of peach blossoms.

Pulling away from his memories, Gan Dulong said to Yi Qinghuan: "Where's your father? Why didn't he come by himself? And your mother? I'll talk to your mother about your father's affair when he was young."

Yi Qinghuan remained silent, looking up into Gan Dulong's eyes, his face showing unbearable, his slightly moving lips could not make a sound for a long time, and the relaxed atmosphere quietly became heavy.

"What happened?" Putting down the teacup in his hand, he pulled down his old face with a smile all the time, his clear eyes were no longer as bright as before, and there was a thought in his heart that grew stronger with the longer the silence.

"Father and mother... when this junior was three years old..." Swallowing back what he was about to say, because the old man's face turned pale in an instant, and the hands on the back of the chair were shaking slightly, Yi Qinghuan fell silent Years of sadness seemed to find resonance at this moment and boiled up, burning his long-dried blood, over and over again.

"Jing Ke." Just when Yi Qinghuan thought that the silence would last for a long time, a tired voice sounded, and a middle-aged man came from outside the door in a moment, who was the same person from before.

"Old Gan." He bowed respectfully, his eyes fixed on one spot, and his eyes did not wander because of strangers.

"Arrange a residence for Mr. Yi, and take good care of him. I don't have anything to order here. Don't disturb me without my order." After speaking, he waved his hands and walked towards the inner room. At this moment, the old man's back He looked very stooped.

Jing Ke glanced at Yi Qinghuan in doubt, what made the old man who was almost an old urchin change so much, but after all, Jing Ke was a very well-behaved person, and after only being puzzled for a while, he threw himself into the task arranged by Gan Lao. He took the man to a resting place, and carefully prepared bath water and food for him.

Looking at the young man's attire and luggage, it seems that he came from the Central Plains alone. No matter what the reason is, it is already very extraordinary to be able to come here alive. Jing Ke has a feeling for this young man unconsciously. Others have a different opinion.

Jing Ke has followed Mr. Gan for decades. Mr. Gan went to the Central Plains more than 20 years ago. After returning, his martial arts and character have greatly improved, and he is much kinder to them, although he is also unwilling to teach his own martial arts. But be more patient with those who come to visit.And it took nearly 20 years for Lao Gan's authority to rise step by step until he became the patron saint of Beimo.

But today, recalling Gan Lao's tired face, Jing Ke was a little worried, but as a subordinate who knew how to keep a distance from his master, he couldn't take that step, so he would always be a competent subordinate for so many years, and could not become a Friends who talk about everything.

Jing Ke stomped his feet, looked at the distant sky, and sighed, what kind of existence is a friend?

As soon as he returned to the room, Mu Changsheng woke up, looking at the huge bucket in front of him and widening his eyes, water!water!water!A lot of water!Bath water!

Sensing the movement of the hair ball in his arms, Yi Qinghuan put the little white ball into the water thoughtfully, and put his hands on both sides of the little white ball. He was still impressed by the scene of dumb drowning in the bucket, be careful Rubbing the clumped hair of the hair ball, hugging the hair ball after almost washing, taking off the clothes on his body with one hand, and then walking into the bathtub, the tired body and mind of many days were relieved at this moment.

"Boy Yi, you should pay back the wine you owed me for so many years today." Facing the empty stone table, he drank a cup in the empty place with a porcelain cup in his hand. "Boy Yi, you are doing well. I didn't notify you when I got married, Brother Gan. I haven't seen this bride before, but I saw your son today. Although I don't want to admit it, I still look a lot like you, but Don't be shy, child, he must be more like a child and his mother." After just one drink, Gan Dulong felt that he was already drunk, and he was really old.

"It's been so long in a flash, your son is so old, but you are too cunning in order not to grow old, you used to love smug beauty, old man, I can't stand you anymore, don't worry, old man, I don't have much time Now, when we meet again later, you are still young and handsome..." In the end, Gan Dulong didn't know whether he was drunk or the wine was too strong. .

In the early morning of the next day, Mu Changsheng woke up naturally after a rare sleep. A little bit of water vapor in the air dissipated the heat brought by many days, and Mu Changsheng's whole dog seemed full of vitality.

After breakfast, Yi Qinghuan hugged Ah-Dai and followed Jing Ke, and the two arrived in front of the house where Gan Dulong was staying in a short while.

"Mr. Yi, please come in. Mr. Gan has told Mr. Yi to see him directly, and Jing Ke will not bother you, and leave."

"Thank you." He saluted Jing Ke, and after a short pause, he pushed open the half-hidden door.

"Squeak..." The old door made a strange sound. Mu Changsheng stretched his neck curiously to look inside. He fell asleep yesterday and missed the legendary human-shaped golden finger. He didn't know how magical the legendary Gan Dulong was. , today is really worth it.

"Come on... come in." A voice that was obviously much lower than yesterday sounded, as if an ancient clock with a long history was being rung.

"Old Gan."

Gan Dulong looked between the two faces, then pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit down."

"The snow fox belongs to the extremely cold place, but you brought him to Beimo without hesitation. This little guy is probably going to die of heat if he stays for a while." He glanced at Xiao Bai who was full of curiosity. Group, Gan Dulong's cool voice seemed to pour cold water on Mu Changsheng's heart.

No wonder he feels less and less energetic recently, sleeps longer and longer, and he is suffering from heat stroke more and more!

and many more?

He is not a dog?

Is it a fox?

Vixen?

Foxy!