"Singing to wine, life is like dew in the morning, and the days are full of hardships."
"Shut up, I'm here to drink with you, not to listen to you babble about poetry."
The moonlight was bright, and the gentle moonlight gently shone down, illuminating the two men, one large and one small, lying on the roof.
The strong middle-aged man glanced at the sixteen-year-old boy next to him with disdain, picked up the wine jar next to him, and took a big sip directly into his mouth.
"Stop fooling around with the second scholar, you won't even get a wife in the end."
The young man listened to his words and leaned back slightly.
His long white hair was casually hanging around his back, and his golden eyes were shining as if he were talking. He raised his slender finger, pointed lightly at his handsome face, and smiled slightly.
"Old man, are you talking about me?"
The implication is that just by looking at his face, some people would say that he is blind because he cannot find a wife.
"Tsk, pretty boy, you do this every time you talk about this."
The middle-aged man shook his head bitterly. You must know that he was also very handsome when he was young, but compared with this little guy, it is really a bit frustrating.
What a great talent...
"So, don't put it here and make yourself embarrassed. It's so boring."
The young man picked up the wine jar out of boredom and drank it casually.
For him, drinking is not entirely a hobby, but more because the strong liquor in this jar can make his body feel better.
"Then don't be in a hurry. I have been looking forward to my grandson for so many years."
The middle-aged man suddenly became excited and sat up straight.
"Just look at Lao Huang's grandson, how cute he is. Please give me a plastic surgery as soon as possible."
"Go away, Brother Huang is already forty. If there are no more heirs, the old Huang family will be extinct."
"The old Ying family cannot be cut off from generation to generation."
The young man turned his head away, completely ignoring this bastard.
Only this old bastard can discuss the issue of heirs with a sixteen-year-old boy.
"You go to Xue'er about this. I'm not your biological son."
"Xue'er, Xue'er is still young. Let's wait until another thirty or forty years to discuss this issue."
The middle-aged man scratched his head and said, and then he put his big and generous hand on the boy's head. The boy wanted to struggle, but no matter how hard he tried, the man's hand never moved away for a moment.
The middle-aged man grinned at him and said: "Besides, it doesn't matter if you are not my biological child. Anyway, you can only bear my surname in this life. As long as you bear your surname for one day, you will be my son. Your blood , is the blood of our Lao Ying family."
The young man did not speak, but turned his head away silently.
To be honest, although he heard such words countless times, every time, he would inevitably feel a little moved in his heart.
His eyes were clear and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "I have heard Xue'er say it many times. If my sister hadn't begged you, you would have abandoned me long ago."
"Forehead……"
The man retracted his hand in embarrassment.
It seems to be the case. If his good daughter hadn't opened her two big watery eyes and begged him, I'm afraid this kid would have been chewed by the spiritual beasts in the wilderness until no bones were left.
"Don't say this, don't say this."
The man waved his hand and took a sip of wine.
The young man looked at him, his eyes fluctuated slightly, and his eyes gradually became gentle.
No matter what the reason was, the final result was that this man pulled himself back from a narrow escape and stayed with him until he reached this age.
He was only grateful to him.
"Old man."
"Um?"
The middle-aged man heard him calling him and responded with a "hmm".
"Thanks."
The voice was very weak, but the middle-aged man put down his wine jar, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He quickly adjusted his expression, with a hearty smile on his face: "Girl, thank you doesn't need to be said. Our little lunatic Ying always makes me feel like you want to poke me in the waist when he pulls this trick. .”
"roll."
The young man glanced at him sideways and said coldly.
"Ha ha ha ha."
The middle-aged man patted his thigh. He knew that with such a feminine face, this little guy hated being called "pussy".
"But yes, you have been with me for seven years."
After laughing, the man put away his joy and said with a little emotion: "I will leave in a few days. I feel a little reluctant to leave. Isn't it better to stay in Yinglong City? I have to go to Beicangling, which is so far away. hospital."
"If you have something to do, you have to go."
The young man spoke calmly.
"Besides, with you elders protecting me, I won't be able to grow up if I continue like this."
"That's right. When boys are old, it's time to go out and have a try."
The middle-aged man said melancholy.
He knew that the origin of the little guy might not be so ordinary, but he had never asked about this since he was a child, because he knew that a child who could endure the cold in a room without telling them would not be a bad person. .
"I should go to the spiritual path."
The middle-aged man shook his head and said.
"That place is useless."
The white-haired boy smiled slightly: "Instead of wasting those two years, I might as well spend more time with Xue'er."
He had heard of Ling Road before. At least that idiot Wen Qingxuan came to Yinglong City to tell him about it a year ago, hoping to lure him to accompany her there.
However, in a place where you can't die, you just have to kill a group of peers with swords every day, which is so boring.
A real man should use his spiritual power to engage in a life-threatening fight.
"You are thinking about that girl from the Wen family."
The middle-aged man said with certainty.
"Ah, that girl is not bad. You two knew each other when you were young, and you can be considered childhood sweethearts. However, if you want to marry her, that dead old woman will not agree."
"roll."
The young man stood up from the roof, why did this old bastard always bring up this topic.
Besides, even if you are marrying a wife, you should still find a spirit...
At this moment, his eyes glanced in one direction, his face changed slightly, and his expression was playful.
"Old man, stop drinking, I saw someone coming."
"Huh? Someone, what's wrong with someone, you can still prevent me from drinking?" The middle-aged man's tone was erratic, as if he had drunk too much.
The young man turned his head and took a look. The wine jars that had been placed just now seemed to be missing a lot.
"Boy, this is Yinglong City. My name is Yinglong City. How can anyone control me in Yinglong City? Are you stupid after drinking?"
You are stupid.
Ying Baiye shook his head helplessly and waited for the figure to walk in their direction.
The figure walked straight through the small courtyard and walked quickly to the house without any hindrance. There seemed to be several maids accompanying him.
After walking for about a few minutes, she finally stopped, and Ying Baiye could clearly see the girl's frown.
"Ying Longcheng, Ying Baiye."
"arrive."
The girl's voice was very weak, but the middle-aged man behind her straightened up the moment the girl finished speaking.
Ying Baiye had not learned this skill for a long time.
He sat on the eaves, dangling his legs, and looked at the girl below with a smile.
But at this time, the girl's gaze was also directed towards him.
The two people's eyes collided in the air, and the girl spoke softly, with a clear voice.
"Ying Baiye, I knew it was you. Didn't I tell you many times, don't drag dad to drink? Don't drag dad to drink, especially your strong liquor. Don't you know how much he drinks?"
Ying Baiye shook his head gently: "My sister is so cute."
"Don't change the subject, where is he?"
The girl has long been accustomed to Bai Ye's methods. She will be fooled at first, but after so long, does he still expect to fall into the trap again and again?
Ying Baiye turned around and found that Ying Longcheng, who had been shouting loudly just now, had long since disappeared on the roof.
Yes, he is also an extremely powerful man. If he wants to leave quietly, he won't be able to find it.
So he spread his hands and shook his head slightly.
"I'm so angry. Auntie Die just said she has guests coming tomorrow and she's drinking again."
The girl puffed her face and stamped her foot angrily.
Coupled with that cold and pretty face, the contrast is adorable.
"Forget it, come down."
The girl raised her head and said to the only person left on the roof.
Ying Baiye held up his hands and floated down, landing firmly on the ground.
This ethereal and fairy-like posture made the eyes of several maids on the side slightly dazzled, but they soon recovered. After all, they had seen it for so many years and were somewhat used to it.
As soon as Ying Baiye landed, he strode towards the girl with open arms: "What's the matter, Xiaoxue'er, do you miss your brother?"
"I miss you so much."
Ying Xueer pushed away Ying Baiye who was approaching with one hand and said directly.
"Lend me some spiritual coins, not much, just three million."
"No."
Ying Baiye rolled his eyes.
"I've spent all my money on wine, where's the rest?"
"Nonsense, you went to Auntie Die's theater last night and you still have it. Hurry up, I need it urgently."
He didn't believe his brother's mouth. Every word that came out of Ying Baiye's mouth was unreliable.
Besides, who is he? He is a famous "Crazy Ying" among the younger generation in Yinglong City. How can he talk nonsense without money?
"Which book have you fallen in love with again? Why don't you go directly to your second uncle?"
Ying Baiye shook his head helplessly, what was the urgent need? Ying Xueer's only hobby since childhood was collecting books, and she spent more than 90% of her monthly money on this.
This doesn't count the things she borrowed from herself but didn't return.
"I don't want it. My second uncle's books have all been annotated by him. What I want is a book of my own."
Ying Xueer directly rejected Ying Baiye's proposal.
"Hurry up, or I'll go find it myself."
"You know where I put my new money?"
Ying Baiye said with a smile.
Growing up, in order to prevent this guy from sneak attacks, he would change the place where he kept his money every once in a while. Sometimes it was too difficult for him to find it himself, let alone her.
Ying Xueer fell silent, glanced at him, and then walked into the house without hesitation.
Ying Baiye stood there, unhurried and not worried at all.
But, the next second...
"Save some for me!"
