My magic stick is going to heaven!

At the same time that Shang Yanzhou finished speaking, Wen Changlang stood up, rubbing his palms nervously with his hands, and his footsteps were a little unsteady. He grabbed Shang Yanzhou and said firmly: "Go! Let's go to Grandpa Lu's house !"

Being dragged all the way out, Wen Changlang didn't explain why, and Shang Yanzhou didn't ask either.

Lu Zhixuan retired from the army just like Mr. Shang, and the relationship between the two families can be regarded as close friends, and Lu Zhai is also in the vicinity. After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at Lu Zhai.

It's a pity that when they arrived, Wen Hong's family had already left the Lu house, and they asked Lu Zhixuan about the situation, and they walked out of the Lu house. On the way back, the two walked side by side, and Shang Yanzhou put his hands together. In the trouser pocket of the military uniform, the tone was somewhat casual:

"Why are you interested in Wen Hong?"

"Have you ever known the name of the child in Wen Hong's family?"

Shang Yanzhou tilted his head slightly: "What do you want to say?"

Stopping, Wen Changlang's tone was slightly restrained: "That little poor boy, he told me that his name is Wen Qiubai. If this Wen Hong's family is the person I'm looking for, then their child must be named Wen Qiubai." Bai, it's just that I haven't met anyone yet, so I can't confirm it yet."

"Confirm what?"

.......

"Confirm one thing that has almost been finalized in my heart."

"Aren't you going to tell me?"

Wen Changlang shook his head: "There are some things, you can't help me"

Smiling lightly, Shang Yanzhou was crossing his body.He walked lazily ahead, and then, a more lazy and comfortable sentence slowly hit the eardrum of Wen Changlang:

"The director of the Land Management Bureau seems to have invited me to have dinner with him many times. It's really not good to shirk."

Ok?

Wen Changlang's footsteps paused, a very dog-legged smile appeared on his face for an instant, and he hurried over, wrapping Shang Yanzhou's arm flatteringly:

"It's right, it's right, it's really not good to shirk again and again, look, Lord Governor, can you take me with you! I promise, I will never cause trouble! I will definitely stay by your side!"

Shang Yanzhou raised his eyebrows, and teased: "Don't you know that with me, your guarantee will be [-]% off?"

Wen Changlang: "..."

"I don't care, I'm going!"

"That depends on my mood."

Throwing down a word lightly, Shang Yanzhou turned around and entered the big iron gate of the Shang mansion, while Wen Changlang stuck to it every step of the way, with plausible words in his mouth, and he insisted on taking him there before giving up.

Back in the living room, Wen Changlang saw the blond foreigner sitting on the sofa, talking with Mr. Shang in fluent Chinese. He greeted him, went up to the second floor, pushed open the door of the room, unconsciously Relaxed, and saw a slightly raised ball on the bed.

There is an inexplicable feeling in Wen Changlang's heart that is slowly fermenting. This feeling is too strange and too familiar to him, just like this poor child. He also met many years ago. .

Slowly approaching, what came into view was a tender little face frowning in a coma, pale and bloodless, with sunken cheeks, lifeless.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wen Changlang's eyes sank. You should not bear the fate of death. You are lucky to have met me.

After sitting in front of the bed for an unknown amount of time, the slightly raised mass moved slightly, and then a faint voice came into Wen Changlang's ears:

"Uncle, am I going to die?"

Hearing the sound, Wen Changlang hurriedly moved closer, with concern in his eyes, but the words he said were awkward:

"It's okay if you're going to die, I don't need to pick you up and go home."