The ancient vermilion door creaks and opens slowly.

Xiao Feng is standing at the door. What he sees is the old locust tree in the courtyard, which is still luxuriant and luxuriant.

"Since you're back, why don't you come in?" An old voice came out of the open door.

Xiao Feng shakes his head, suppresses many thoughts in his heart, and walks quickly to the main house.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Xiao Feng went to the door of the house, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

There was a brief silence, and a gratifying laugh rang out: "you son, didn't you always call me an old guy? Why did you suddenly change the name? Man, kneel down to your parents in heaven. Besides that, no one is worth kneeling. Get up." Speaking of the last sentence, his voice was very dignified.

Xiao Feng slowly stood up, exhaled a breath of sullen air, and stepped into the living room of the main room.

In the middle of the main room, facing the entrance, there is a table in the middle hall, and next to it are two master chairs. The purple sand tea cups on the table in the middle hall are still steaming.

Xiao Feng trembled at the corner of his mouth. The furnishings in his home were the same as four years ago. His eyes turned to the old man sitting on the imperial chair.

This old man is old Jing, whom Xiao Feng keeps calling "old guy" and who has nurtured him.

"Grandpa." Xiao Feng takes a deep breath, controls his emotions, and reluctantly smiles.

Old Jing slowly stood up and looked at Xiao Feng with a happy smile. "Boy, you are really much more mature than four years ago. At least, you know how to respect me."

When Xiao Feng heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "in the past, I was young, frivolous and ignorant. Hehe."

"Ah Feng, sit down. Let's have a chat." Old Jing pointed to the chair beside him and smiled: "there is no sofa at home, only a chair. Are you still used to sitting?"

At this time, Xiao Feng also returned to his normal state and said with a cynical smile: "that's necessary. I'm not used to sitting on the emperor's Dragon chair. I'm also used to sitting on it."

"Hehe, you kid, tell me. I haven't been to school for four years. Why did I go out?"

Xiao Feng smiled: "I have become a broker, ha ha."

"Four brokers of poker, spade a?" Old Jing's expression was like a smile.

"How do you know!" Xiao Feng was startled and asked.

Old Jing suddenly smiled: "ha ha, boy, I don't know about that."

Xiao Feng carefully observed old Jing: "well, Grandpa, who are you?" From small to large, Xiao Feng's feeling for Jing Lao is mysterious. He had repeatedly asked the identity of old Jing, but he preyed on it.

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When old Jing heard Xiao Feng's question, his smile gradually closed. The originally dull eyes suddenly burst out. After a moment's reflection, he slowly stretched out his withered fingers, dipped them in tea, and drew a character on the table in the middle hall.

With a creak, the chair under Xiao Feng's buttocks screamed. Looking at Xiao Feng again, he was shocked and distrustful.

Old Jing listened to the scream of the chair and felt some pain: "ah Feng, be gentle! What's under your ass is an antique of the Qing Dynasty! It's Ji Yun's stuff!"

When Xiao Feng heard this, he was shocked again and asked: "whose? Ji Yun? Ji Xiaolan Then he jumped up and looked up and down at the chair.

Old Jing smiled bitterly: "can you not be surprised? Besides, you are not allowed to have any idea about this chair."

Xiao Feng smiled and sat down again: "Grandpa, is this really the chair Ji Xiaolan used to sit on? I wiped it. I asked what this thing was for, and I almost let you walk around. What you said just now is true?"

"It's true. It's absolutely Ji Xiaolan's thing, and it's the one in his study." Old Jing nodded seriously.

Xiao Feng shook his head hurriedly: "I'm not asking about chairs, it's this." With that, he pointed to the wet tea stains on the table.

Old Jing nodded and said with a smile, "well, otherwise, do you think you would be so lucky to enter here? I know everything about you in the past four years. I even know who you have colluded with."

Xiao Feng was stunned, and then raised his middle finger without saying anything: "you are an old man who is disrespectful. I've decided to call you an old man!"

"Ha ha, I also feel that this title is more pleasant to my ears. Well, let's not talk about anything else. Take off your clothes and let me have a look." Old Jing looked at Xiao Feng jokingly.

"Ah? Take off your clothes?" Xiao Feng's hair stood on end. "Hey, I said, old man, are you ok?"

Old Jing was stunned, and then he shouted: "son of a bitch, you're the best one." After scolding, he quickly shook his head: "calm down, grandma is a bear. How can you hold the fire when you see this stinky boy?"

Xiao Feng grinned, stood up and slowly took off his coat. His strong upper body was covered with scars. Seeing these scars, I thought of what happened last night. I couldn't help sighing. Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, how can you face Lin Lin in the future!

Old Jing's eyes, like a knife, swept over Xiao Feng's scars, and finally stopped at one place. He asked in a deep voice, "have you been injured in England?"

Xiao Feng smiled bitterly: "well, what's more serious is that after I was injured, I found that my body had problems, and my strength and agility were slowly decreasing."

Old Jing's eyes were frozen and he said in surprise, "have you reduced your strength and agility?"

Xiao Feng nodded: "well, I came to you just to ask, is there any way to solve it?"

Looking at Xiao Feng, old Jing asked thoughtfully, "how did you get hurt? Tell me what happened at that time."

Xiao Feng sighed and began to talk about his assassination in Britain. When he talked about the joint action of MI5 and MI6 against him, Mr. Jing frowned.

"What about strength and agility?" For a long time, old Jing raised his head and asked seriously.

This kind of expression is rare in Xiao Feng's impression. "No. what's the matter, old man, incurable disease?"

Old Jing Kuchai's hands trembled slightly under the table, but his face pretended to be relaxed and smiled. He shook his head: "it's nothing serious. Maybe it's not well. I'll have a look in a few days. It should be all right."

"Pa" the door outside opened, and a voice like a yellow warbler came: "Grandpa, I'm back."

When Xiao Feng heard this voice, he didn't care to ask any more questions. He stood up and said, "it's Belle coming back." Then I walked out.

Old Jing looked at Xiao Feng's back, and his face became ugly. "Is heaven jealous of talents? Yellow haired devil, damn it!"

Xiao Feng stood in front of the door, looking at the girl coming in from afar, and couldn't help but brighten his eyes.

Delicate facial features, snow like skin, long black hair, a long casual skirt, fresh and elegant, like the lotus in the West Lake, can be seen from a distance without being blatant.

At this time, Jing BEI'ER also noticed Xiao Feng standing at the door. At first, she was shocked. Then she trembled in her heart and suddenly raised her head. Her face was full of disbelief: "brother? Is it you?" His bag fell to the ground and his eyes were red.

Xiao Feng smiled: "it's me. My brother is back. Hehe, my baby is more and more beautiful." Then he opened his arms and said, "come here, brother, hold one.

Jing Bei's tears rolled down and rushed into Xiao Feng's arms: "brother..."

A faint fragrance, if any, emanates from Jingbei. Xiao Feng sniffed, feeling relaxed and happy. "Baby doesn't cry, okay? Hehe, as long as baby doesn't cry, my brother will take you to buy marshmallows."

In the past, every time Jing Bei Er cried, Xiao Feng would take her to buy marshmallows, which was sure to be useful. Now, seeing Jing Bei crying, he came up with the old method.

Jing Bei chuckled: "hum, brother, I'm not a child. This move is useless to me."

Xiao Feng also smiled: "Oh, I forgot. I thought Belle was still the little girl who wanted cotton candy after my ass."

"You are." Jingbei wrinkled her nose and cried defiantly.

"At the beginning of the night, there are many people in a hurry..." the mobile phone rings.

Xiao Feng releases Jing BEI'ER and presses the answer button: "Hello, Lin Lin, what's wrong?"

"Brother Feng, I heard you fainted. Are you all right?" Lin Lin's anxious voice came from the receiver.

Xiao Feng's heart warmed: "don't worry, I'm fine. I won't go back tonight. You and dance can eat."

Lin Lin's voice was a little low: "Oh, I see. By the way, brother Feng and sister Han Shuang came to see you. They said they had something to do. If you weren't there, she left, indicating that she would come to see you early."

"MMM? OK, I see. Mmm, hang up first." Xiao Feng hangs up the phone, wondering why han Shuang came to him again? Is it because of today's fight?