Where does the forty-two joy come from? A father-in-law will kill you halfway

Li Xiaodao was stunned for a moment. The woman holding the cigarette gun had gone out. Li Xiaodao did not see the figure, only the silver bell skipped.

He hurriedly followed up and crossed a courtyard door. He planned to ask about the relationship between himself and this jade pendant. When the woman stood in front of several dead trees, raised her head and spitting smoke rings. What a lonely picture scroll made Li Xiaodao stop moving and stop breathing. At this moment, no one dares to touch the loneliness.

"Do you know what this is?"

With her back to Li Xiaodao, the woman's smoke gun pointed at the dead tree and asked.

"I don't know."

Li Xiaodao couldn't figure out what this old woman was going to do.

"Cloud cherry blossoms bloom for three days a year and fall slowly, just like clouds gradually melting in the sky. I remember the last time I enjoyed the cherry blossoms with people, it seemed to be 52 years ago."

The face is just like a 20-year-old grandmother sighing there. Li Xiaodao feels that he is incompatible with such a situation. Li Xiaodao is not elegant and does not understand the mood. He just wants to know about the jade pendant. He is the mouse shit in this sad and melancholy picture.

"I hope you can tell me about this jade pendant."

Li Xiaodao pleaded earnestly, and he rarely was so sincere and respectful.

"The original owner of this jade pendant is Li Xiangcheng, which is a unique thing in the world. Compared with what you know, you just don't know the relationship between yourself and this thing. I think you should be the grandson of that person, and of course, you may also be your son."

The woman turned around and said insipidly.

"How come? Do you know Bian Shiyue? She told me that I didn't have any blood relationship with that person.

Li Xiaodao couldn't believe this fact. The general signs were that this possibility was untenable. What's more, Bian Shiyue clearly told him that he had no blood relationship with the president who mysteriously disappeared 40 years ago.

"I said yes, the drunkard can't find that he is awake for two days a year."

The woman's eyes suddenly changed from a godless state, and an irrespeakable majesty locked Li Xiaodao.

Li Xiaodao doesn't know what to say. It seems that this older woman is also an unreasonable person. Li Xiaodao's idea is not unreasonable at all. This female leader, a woman who controls a large area of land and holds armed forces and resources, uses intuitive judgment completely femininely in this matter, but Li Xiaodao also has the smell of Li Xiangcheng, which is not noticed by others. Therefore, she It was determined that Li Xiaodao and Li Xiangcheng were relatives, and no evidence was needed for other steps.

"I, Yun Zhongyao, you will be my grandson in the future."

Before Li Xiaodao came to his senses, the young grandmother said nonsense again. Li Xiaodao stood still. Why did this sound so awkward? The name is so elegant, why is it unreasonable?

"Milk... Milk."

After hesitating for a long time, Li Xiaodao finally said this. Anyway, this name will be used sooner or later. If you die early, you will be born early. Since childhood, you have no father or mother, you are extremely unaccustomed to the tone of calling the elders. However, looking at Li Xiaodao, Yun Zhongyao felt that the good grandson was very cute, and unconsciously walked over and touched it. Head.

This touch made Li Xiaodao feel something wrong all over his body. It is said that the person in front of him is your grandmother, but this grandmother is too young, not kind-looking, and awkward.

"Good grandson, come on, have you ever drunk the wine from Broken Moon?"

A loving expression of teasing the baby looked at Li Xiaodao. Yun Zhongyao put her arms around Li Xiaodao's shoulder and asked with her face almost close to her face.

Li Xiaodao was uncomfortable all over. He was a happy killer, and the prodigal son was timid in front of a woman for the first time.

"I have drunk it."

Li Xiaodao reluctantly answered and took a sip. It was said that life is worse than death.

"Come on, take a cigarette."

Holding Li Xiaodao, Yun Zhongyao said with a smile, just like feeding sugar to her own grandson.

"Forget it."

Li Xiaodao struggled. He had a bad hunch that the smoke was probably not as ordinary as that wine.

"How can that work? Men don't drink and walk in the world in vain. Men don't smoke and walk.

When Yun Zhongyao said this, Li Xiaodao wondered how she taught such a good child as Ai Xin. Besides, the old lady smoked vigorously on the cigarette holder for a long time and went to eat her own saliva?

The cigarette holder has come to the mouth of Li Xiaodao. As soon as Li Xiaodao was about to block it with his hand, it was opened by Yunzhongyao with one hand and raised his legs to hit the lumbar spine of Li Xiaodao. Li Xiaodao unconsciously moved forward. Yunzhongyao pinched Li Xiaodao's nose with the other hand. Li Xiaodao instinctively opened his mouth, and the cigarette butt was inserted into his mouth and on his neck. As soon as he pinched it, because of the feeling of suffocation, his body took a sip out of control.

choking, not ordinary choking. The whole lungs were about to explode, and then I felt a needle flowing in the blood. Then Li Xiaodao fell to the ground, pinched his neck, kept rolling, and coughing.

"Hahaha, good grandson, it seems that you haven't grown up yet. You have lost half your life by taking a cigarette."

Yun Zhongyao laughed happily. She didn't look like an elder.

Li Xiaodao really wants to curse the old thief, but can he speak? I feel that my life has gone for most of the day, and I can only be ashamed on the ground.

"Well, the business is still to talk about it. You and Xiao Ai's wedding as soon as possible, and you can be my grandson at ease. You have something to do with other women. I don't care about men. It's all like this. Remember, don't let Xiao Ai be sad. That's all for your life. God knows you and I know. If others know it. You will die ugly."

Yun Zhongyao sat on the wooden rocking chair and said leisurely.

"Xiao Ai, come here and drag your man away."

Yun Zhongyao continued to say hello. Ai Xin hurriedly ran to another place. It could be seen that she had changed her clothes for a long time, but she had never come over. Obviously, it was an old lady's hint. Now who said that Ai Xin's stupid knife was in a hurry with him.

......

After changing his clothes and being announced as a "door-to-door son-in-law", Li Xiaodao then left in the stockade. After all, he is half a future leader. If you want to say that the folk customs here are simple, it is absolutely bullshit. More than a thousand years ago, there were no simple residents in this land. These customs, costumes, in general In other words, the people used to express that the people here are another group, which is a tool different from other people in the Federation, and their political nature is higher than nationality.

Of course, in Ai Xin's opinion, this is normal, because she has been surrounded by such enthusiasm since she was a child, just as the purest saint can be born in the darkest Holy See in the Middle Ages, and she can grow into a truly naive person in falsehood.

On the third day of arriving at the stockade, a person came. To be precise, he came back. He was Ai Xin's father, Ai Ling, a person who should have a grudge against Li Xiangcheng, but Li Xiaodao couldn't figure out how to hold a grudge.

In the afternoon, Li Xiaodao, Ai Xin and grandma Yun Zhongyao were having lunch. A large number of servants around were either standing or busy serving.

Bang, the door was pushed open, and Ai Ling broke in. It was like a door-to-door debt, but it was not right to think about it. This is his home. Strictly speaking, Li Xiaodao is an outsider.

"Get out of here! Or you will die."

Ai Ling's sentence is cold and murderous. It is as domineering as the hero with the word Ling in all the names of traditional fantasy novels. Ling Tian, Ling Feng and other people's soul possessed.

It's very funny. At least Li Xiaodao thinks it's funny, happy and angry. It's a manifestation of a man's immaturity. This father-in-law really makes people dare not look up.

"What's the quarrel? There's no place for you here. Get out of here!"

As soon as Yun Zhongyao roared, Li Xiaodao's heart was warm. I can't say that you are my own grandmother.

Lunch was held in a very strange atmosphere. Ai Ling had been standing at the door, looking at Li Xiaodao with the expression that I was going to kill you. After dinner, Li Xiaodao pulled Ai Xin away, shouting that Ai Xin would be a tour guide and see the scenery here.

Watching Li Xiaodao and Ai Xin go far away.

"Oc's it. If you have anything to say, go into the room."

Yun Zhongyao hung the cigarette on her belt and walked to the inner house. Ai Ling followed respectfully.

"Mom, I won't agree. Look at you like this. Compared with that boy, he is the seed of the president."

Ai Ling resolutely disagreed directly on the surface.

Puff, a loud slap slap on his son's face.

"Do you talk to your mother like this?"

Yun Zhongyao said coldly.

"I just want to say that for many years, for the sake of the surname Li, my father died, and you want my daughter to marry his descendant, it's impossible! Do you remember? When Dad died, you actually watched the cherry blossoms with that man.

It seems that a man in his forties roared that he could no longer respect his mother, or since many years ago, he saw his father's death when he was not an adult.

"In your life, that is, children's knowledge. You are almost 60 years old. You haven't made any progress at all. There is nothing to say. I'm in charge of what's going on here."

Yun Zhongyao said, very disdainful, but who can understand the twists and turns of that year? How can Ai Ling, who was still a child of Mao, understand those things that can make a woman suffer for 50 years? But the person in front of her is his son, his own son, and she, no matter how young her body is, her heart is already an old man. It is not uncomfortable to be said in this tone.

"Wait!"

Ai Ling shouted angrily and was about to turn around and leave when a cigarette gun came, his head was open and he fell down.

"There is a filial son under the stick. I'm too late."

Yun Zhongyao sighed helplessly.