Chapter 152: Meeting My Parents (2)

Although the parents are far more complexion now than before, the passage of three years has left visible traces of time on the faces of the two.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaokai said with tears in his eyes: "Mom, I miss you." I miss you so much. In an instant, all the emotions that had been squeezed in the Daomen for the past three years erupted at this moment with the open mouth.

In the face of her son's thoughts, Zhang Xiuer's face was full of joy, but at the same time, it was more the same miss, and even more urgent. "Mom misses you too, Mom doesn't want you to leave Mom, woo, my child, you've lost weight. ”

"I know that mom is worried about me, and my son is like a mom, I can't wait to return to you immediately, stay by your side, and always be with you. ”

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It seems that there is always something to talk about, facing his mother, Yang Xiaokai completely relaxed at this moment, and told all the little things that happened after he entered the Dao Gate.

As a mother, Zhang Xiuer was full of smiles, with deep thoughts in her eyes, quietly listening to her son's words, and interjecting from time to time.

How's the food going? Do you know any friends?

Wait a minute.

Faced with his mother's problem, Yang Xiaokai was naturally kind and dealt with it properly.

And this chat, soon two or three hours passed.

On the side, in the face of the mother and son, who completely ignored the people around them, and loudly confided in each other's thoughts, Yang Jian, who was originally standing on the side, was full of emotion at first, but the more he got to the back, the old face turned a little green.

's own son, who finally showed his face, always chatted with his mother and left him as a father aside.

Although it is not jealous, it is quite unpleasant.

However, after recalling that Yang Xiaokai was forcibly sent to the Daomen more than two years ago, ignoring the opinions of his wife and son, Yang Jian still endured it.

After all, such a separation can be regarded as caused by him.

Alas, let them talk more.

With such thoughts, Yang Jian resisted the idea of communicating with his son, and also resisted the feelings of his wife and son directly ignoring him, and endured it silently.

Facing this scene, Qi Ming and the City Lord of Heavenly Sword City on the side were not only stunned.

Obviously, I didn't expect that after Yang Jian's father and son met, it would be such a scene.

Couldn't help but wonder, could there be a conflict between the two fathers and sons? Otherwise, how could it be reasonable for a son to only chat with his mother and leave his father aside?

Thinking about it, the two didn't dare to express anything.

After all, this is a family matter of the Yang family, and no matter how bad the relationship is, it is a problem between Yang Jian's father and son, and it is not their turn to speak as outsiders.

Undoubtedly, in the face of her son, who she hadn't seen for almost three years, Zhang Xiuer was in high spirits, and this chat lasted for four full hours, which lasted until dark.

And at this moment, Yang Xiaokai, who found that it was not early, although his mother was still full of energy, but there was a hidden tiredness between his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but say: "Mom, it's not early, you go to rest early." This time, our mother and son will talk about it here, and I will come back after a while, and we will have a good chat. ”

Zhang Xiu'er had three points of satisfaction in her eyes, and said reluctantly: "Well, okay." You also have to pay attention to safety, although Mom doesn't know how powerful you have become now, but be careful. ”

"Don't worry, your son is careful, I will never do anything dangerous. ”

"That's good, that's good. ”

"Well, you have a good rest, I'm off. ”

Finally, the mother and son finished reminiscing, and Yang Jian, who was already impatient with the waiting, heard that his old face was completely dark.

Qi Ming, who was waiting patiently on the side, and the city lord of Heavenly Sword City, couldn't help but glance at each other, sure enough, I am afraid that there is a big problem between this father and son.

The old face was longer than the horse's face, and Yang Jian said: "Little rabbit, you want to rebel, right?"

"Ah, isn't this my father? It turns out that you are still here, sorry, I didn't even notice it just now. ”

Turning off the communication, obviously just joking, facing Yang Jian's extremely dark old face, Yang Xiaokai opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

This little bastard, on purpose.

Obviously, the other party was not carried away because he hadn't seen Xiu'er for too long, but deliberately ignored him as a father from beginning to end.

The old face turned green, Yang Jian looked at Yang Xiaokai with wide eyes and said, "Little rabbit, your butt is itchy, right?"

Yang Xiaokai's little face was full of energy, he didn't look at his father's threat at all, the corners of his mouth directly hooked up a wicked smile, raised his hand and touched his buttocks, and did not speak.

But that demeanor told everyone, come on, you're going to beat me?

Facing the conversation between Yang Xiaokai and Yang Jian, Zhang Xiuer couldn't help but laugh on the side, and couldn't help but recall everything that happened to Yang Xiaokai when he was a child.

Because he matured earlier, Yang Xiaokai's relationship with his father was very strange.

The old ones are stubborn and persistent, and the little ones are frivolous and loose.

Not only that, the precocious Yang Xiaokai is very powerful in the big truth, and often forces his father to not know how to answer in three or two sentences.

And Yang Jian was also very simple in the face of this scene, without saying a word, he directly sacrificed the big killing weapon, and chased and killed all the way with a stick.

Therefore, when he was a child, Yang Xiaokai's ass was not less pumped by Yang Jian.

Especially three years ago, in order to let Yang Xiaokai go to the Daomen, Yang Jian can definitely be said to be chasing and killing all over the house.

Hearing his wife's laughter, Yang Jian also seemed to think of something, and his slightly stubborn face couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, sure enough, although his son has been in the Daomen for almost three years, he is still the same son, and he has not changed.

Immediately, Yang Jian took a breath and said, "When I grow up, I don't listen to my parents." In this case, it's time to find you a mother-in-law and let you marry and have children. ”

"Yes, the daughter of the butcher next door is about the same as you, so marry her next time you come back. ”

As Yang Jian's words fell, Yang Xiaokai's originally smug little face suddenly turned green.

Isn't the butcher next door the fat butcher? His daughter, let me go, the guy standing two feet tall, three feet wide at the waist, and a human-shaped bucket?

"Daddy, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"I look good at that girl, she is a child and a child, and there is no shortage of children and grandchildren after marrying her. As Yang Xiaokai's son, although he is a little stereotypical, after more than ten years of getting along, the way to threaten Yang Xiaokai still allowed him to find two.

One is fighting, and the other is undoubtedly the daughter of the butcher next door.

"In that case, why didn't I see you marry such a beautiful woman back then?"

Yang Jian was very indifferent, "Hmph, I am naturally different from your mother, I have been getting along since I was a child, and I have been engaged since I was a child, and my relationship with your mother is greater than giving birth." ”

it!

Facing his father's words, Yang Xiao was happy and suddenly thousands of grass and mud horses galloped past.

"Me. ”

"The order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker, can you disobey the order?"

"You. ”

"That's it, I'll go and tell the Tu family in a while, I'll get married when you come back. ”

"Father, you are my father, you don't have such a pit son. ”

"Nonsense, I am naturally your father, your face, mouth, and eyes are exactly the same as Lao Tzu and me, otherwise Lao Tzu will not care about you, that's all. ”

"Dad, are you still reasonable?"

"Oh, so you can find someone who can have more children than the butcher's daughter?"

Dark-faced, child-raising, are you talking about life events, or are you talking about raising piglets?

"I, I. Facing his father, Yang Xiaokai really couldn't swear, and after a long while, he had to look at Yang Jian with cute eyes and said, "I, I'm still a child, it's too early." ”

Ignoring Yang Xiaokai, who was cute, Yang Jian said: "It's just engagement." ”

Facing his flawless father, Yang Xiaokai was completely shocked at this moment, "Are you really my father?"

"What do you think?"

Yang Xiaokai immediately shook his head and said, "No, my father is an old stubborn, so smart, definitely not." ”

"Little bunny, you are looking for death. Although stubborn, although slightly dull, Yang Jian obviously heard the meaning of Yang Xiaokai's words, and his old face turned black directly.

"I'll be waiting for you at the Daomen, that's all, bye-bye. While speaking, Yang Xiaokai gave his mother a look, don't let your father mess with him after giving him some mandarin duck scores, and then directly turned off the conversation.

Faced with the disconnected communication, Yang Jian, whose face turned black, couldn't help but take a deep breath at this moment.

Zhang Xiu'er gently hugged her husband and said, "Husband, can't you talk to your son well?"

With a smile on his face, Yang Jian hugged Zhang Xiu'er and said, "That's fine, as long as you know that your son is healthy and healthy, or there is no difference from before entering the Daomen, it's enough." ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiu'er smiled happily and nodded lightly.

On the side, Qi Ming, who had everything in his eyes, couldn't help but feel a cold sweat at this moment, the way these two fathers and sons got along was really cheating.

If you are not careful, you may be completely misled, and the result of being misled is definitely to cause internal injuries.