Dawn Star Lone Island - Chapter 99

In the faint morning light, two vigorous steeds rushed from the distance of the avenue. The horses’ hooves stepped on clusters of dust and dust, flew across the corner of the bamboo forest, and stunned a cluster of flying birds.

Lin’er was wrapped tightly, sitting in Jun Shuying’s arms, comfortably leaning her small body against Jun Shuying’s chest. The early spring morning was still a bit cold, but the arms behind him warmly surrounded him. Although Jun Shuying had no undue enthusiasm for anyone, Lin’er was able to hold him from the palm of his little hand, from the corner of his mouth. In Bian’s faint smile, he noticed the gentleness overflowing, and he was nostalgic for those gentleness.

He knows that his brother is like this. The two brothers are a little different from other people of the same age. They were both conceived and nurtured by their father’s lifelong skill.

They have a deeper connection with the “mother” than the average child. From the time they were still greedily absorbing all of Jun Shuying’s internal forces in Jun Shuying’s belly to maintain their own growth and safety, they could feel every trace of Jun Shuying’s mood swings.

Even though those long ago memories have dissipated in the torrent of years, the feeling at that time has continued. The kind, loving, soft feelings, every time he and his brother saw Jun Shuying, every time he was caressed and hugged by him, they would rise rapidly from the bottom of their hearts and spread suddenly. Hundred limbs. It seems that the deep love for Jun Shuying has long been a mark engraved in their blood.

Lin’er stretched out his hand from under the heavy cloak, grabbed Jun Shuying’s placket and shouted, “Daddy–“

“What’s the matter?” Jun Shuying lowered her head, and saw the pink and tender face raised by her youngest son, “Is it cold? Just bear it, we’ll be home soon.”

Lin’er shook his head: “I’m not cold. Daddy, don’t I really need to learn martial arts from the teacher?”

Jun Shuying pulled the horse’s rein, and the sound of the horse’s hooves eased. He freed his hand to touch Lin’er’s face, which was blown cold by the wind, and sighed softly, “Does Lin’er want to learn?”

“I want to go out and vote for the land and win glory for Daddy!” The crisp childish voice was sonorous and powerful, but then he whispered and said coquettishly like a real child, “But I don’t want to leave Daddy’s side. …”

Chu Feiyang also slowed down at this time, walked beside Jun Shuying’s horse, casually flicking the whip in his hand and smiled: “What are you two whispering? Tell me.”

Lin’er repeated what he said just now. After hearing that, Chu Feiyang stretched out his hand to pinch Lin’er’s cheek and smiled: “Good son, ambitious. If you want to be promising, I and your father It’s the same for teaching you. At the beginning, you were allowed to go with your master because your master saw that you were very fond of you. You know that your master is so old that Komatsu can’t stay with him forever. He is alone. No matter how high martial arts is, you will be lonely.”

Lin’er couldn’t help but twisted her brows when she heard this, and said with a bitter expression, “Yes, it would be sad if you don’t have anyone around.”

Jun Shuying hugged Lin’er and immediately adjusted her posture, and said, “Don’t worry, your master will not be lonely and sad now. He may not have time to take care of you if you stay there.”

“Why?!” Lin’er asked curiously, widening his pupils’ **** eyes.

“Not why. You are young, don’t worry about adults.” Jun Shuying dealt with it indifferently, and drove the horse on the way home.

At noon, the weather warmed up. At this time, a group of small figures gathered at the edge of the small woods at the foot of Langyue Mountain. The shouts came and went, and they were actually raising their hands and kicking in a decent way to train Kung Fu.

A young man in black clothes was lying under a tree, with Erlang’s legs tilted, with a dog’s tail grass in his mouth, his eyes closed, and he couldn’t tell whether he was awake or asleep.

The small stone’s low figure stood among the crowd. With a gesture, the teenagers all stopped and gathered around him quietly, their faces full of excitement.

Little Stone took out a writing brush from his clothes. The tip of the brush was covered with ink, and it was wrapped in a small shell. He handed the pen to the tallest teenager, patted him on the shoulder, blinked with his big eyes, and whispered in a still milky voice: “Brother Xiaofei, if you can draw a little on Brother Xin’s face Bird, I will play with you from now on.”

“Really, little stone!” The tall boy’s eyes lit up, excited and honest, and he didn’t forget to lower his voice, “Wait, if I succeed, you are not allowed to behave, and you have to play with me!”

Little Stone nodded vigorously, and watched the tall boy quietly approaching Xin Yunshen with a group of friends.

As soon as the boy approached, he was startled by Xinyun’s dark eyes that opened sharply. Before he got back to his senses, he felt that someone had taken the brush from his hand.

The teenager instinctively covered his face–every time they tried to tease this little brother who would fool them every now and then, he was eventually rehabilitated by his own way.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, I didn’t get a black hand. Instead, I heard the little stone behind me crying, crying very miserably.

The boy turned his head and saw that the white, fat, pink and tender little junior brother was covered with ink at this time, and a little turtle was drawn on it. Xin Yunshen threw away the brush and dragged his chin to appreciate his work with satisfaction, regardless of the pitiful pitifulness of the little stone crying with big eyes and tears.

“Wow-you bad guy! It’s not that I want to paint you, why are you bullying me! This ink is specially made by Uncle Gao, and it can’t be washed off!” The little stone raised his hand and wiped his tears, widening. The eyes complained. When he heard the little friend next to him telling him that a little turtle had been drawn, the tears of Little Stone’s tears flowed more turbulently.

“Okay, you black-hearted stone, dare you say it! It’s not that you encourage everyone to do bad things. You actually want to paint your brother with ink that can’t be washed off! It seems that I am still too kind!” Xinyun stroked deeply The sleeves, teeth and claws are about to pounce on.

Little Stone lifted his foot and ran, crying himself with hiccups and he became more pitiful: “I’m going to find Uncle Gao! I’m going to find Uncle Gao! Don’t worry, I won’t tell him, Brother Xin Bully me and paint a little turtle on my face—oooo—”

Xin Yunshen caught up to him in two steps, lifted the little stone in his arms and rubbed it, pretending to be angrily: “En?! You dare to file a lawsuit with my lady, and see that I will destroy the body now!” Little Shishi tickled his armpits, and laughed so much that Shishi couldn’t pretend to cry, and laughed reluctantly against a small painted face.

Xin Yunshen led a group of children to play around. Anyway, the kung fu that should be practiced was practiced in the morning. After a break at noon, he can go up to the mountain for lunch.

When I was able to play, there was a chaotic sound of horseshoes from far to near, and a sound that made Xin Yunshen hear his whole body standing up and saluting at this moment: “Little Stone, we are back–“

Xiao Shitou turned his face in Xinyun’s arms and looked over. When he saw that Jun Shuying and Chu Feiyang, who had been away for several months, had returned, they also brought back his younger brother. Just now it was Jun Shuying calling him, and Little Stone was struggling to get to the ground immediately, staring at Jun Shuying and Xiao Lin’er in front of him with bright eyes.

Xinyun had stiffened there long ago, and the little stone looked at him madly without breaking away.

Xin Yunshen saw Jun Shuying’s gaze from the small stone painted cat-like face, and slowly moved upward until he met his gaze.

Xin Yunshen immediately pulled out a stiff smile on his face, but when he heard Jun Shuying hum, he stood up straight, dripping cold sweat on his forehead.

Why did Jun Shuying see this look? ! If you draw someone’s cute and well-behaved little son like this bear, he will definitely be upset… It’s a little scary when he’s upset…

Xin Yunshen looked at Chu Feiyang, but saw that Chu Feiyang threw him a helpless smile, so he could only pass the little stone that was excitement and stretched out his hands to Jun Shuying and called daddy with a bitter face.