Chapter 111 You have to call me cousin

A moment later, Doctor Yu came and gave He Yanqing two injections.

He Yanqing woke up for the second time.

Hao Ren took the initiative to call out, "He San."

This time He Yanqing jumped up from the couch and hurriedly grabbed Hao Ren and said:

"Brother Zixin, hurry up! They're coming, hurry up!"

He Yanqing's face turned red from shouting, and he tried to run while dragging the person away.

But he was still weak, and instead of pulling the person away, he lost his balance and fell forward, bumping into Song Yu.

Song Yu came over and held He Yanqing down:

"He Sanlang, calm down. This is not Chang'an. We are in the mountains of Lingnan. No one is chasing us."

But when He Yanqing saw Song Yu, his expression became even more horrifying:

"Song Yu? Why are you here? Are you dead?!"

"Yes, you are dead, so you are here, you are all here, really dead..."

He Yanqing fell back straight and fainted again.

Song Yu: ...

Hao Ren looked at Doctor Yu in confusion.

Doctor Yu: "Maybe the hallucinogenic effect of the magic mushroom hasn't worn off yet. Let's wait another half hour and see."

Half an hour later, He Yanqing woke up again.

When he woke up for the third time, He Yanqing was obviously much calmer.

He looked at Hao Ren and called out in a hoarse voice:

"Brother Zixin."

Hao Ren nodded slightly:

"He San, long time no see, hope you are well."

Tears welled up in He Yanqing's eyes:

"Brother Zixin, it really is you, you are still alive."

He sat up and reached out to grab Hao Ren's sleeve, thinking that he would be empty-handed just like in his dream.

But this time, he really caught it.

He Yanqing stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Hao Ren, who is nearly thirty years old, and Pei Lingyun, who is seventeen years old, look a little different.

The clothes, demeanor, and tone of voice are all completely different.

Seventeen-year-old Pei Lingyun was dressed in luxurious clothes, and his high spirits could not be concealed when he talked and laughed.

The 29-year-old Hao Ren was wearing a simple cotton shirt, with a calm and gentle expression, and there was no arrogance or sharpness between his brows.

But in He Yanqing's eyes, Pei Lingyun is still Pei Lingyun, even if he turns into ashes.

"Brother Zixin, how did you get here all these years? Where is this? Are you in danger here?"

He Yanqing cried and asked a series of questions.

"This is in the Lingnan Mountains. The former Pei Lingyun is dead. I am Hao Ren, the village chief of this mountain."

Hao Ren looked at He Yanqing with a complicated look.

He remembered this little brother of the He family who had always followed him and imitated him.

He San had shown an almost fanatical worship for him since he was a child, and he wanted to write down everything he did and said.

They even call it "learning from the good and emulating them."

But later, when the Pei family got into trouble, the He family was the important driving force behind the scenes.

More than ten years have passed, and no one knows how people's hearts will change.

He would not let He Yanqing leave the village until he understood He Yanqing's attitude.

Song Yu imitated Hao Ren's words:

"Ahem, that He Sanlang, the former Song Yu is dead. I'm Xiao Song, the manager of this workshop."

He Yanqing ignored Song Yu and didn't hear what Song Yu said at all.

He was still chewing over what Hao Ren had just said in his mind.

Hao Ren. Hilltop. Village chief?

"Village chief?" It was hard for him to connect the village chief Shanye with a prodigy like Pei Lingyun.

For so many years, he had imitated Pei Lingyun's clothing, speech and behavior, spending thousands of gold. But Pei Lingyun wore coarse linen clothes and lived as a mountain dweller far away from the prosperous place.

He Yanqing was stunned and could not speak for a long time.

Lu Chunniang, who was silent on the other side of the room, called out softly, "Village Chief Hao."

Hao Ren nodded to Lu Chunniang, and then asked He Yanqing:

"He San, who is the young man with you today?"

He Yanqing then remembered Murong Di.

"It's the King of Yue," He Yanqing confirmed the suspicions of the crowd present. "It's the current Third Prince, the son of Concubine Pei."

"Brother Zixin, he is your nephew."

Hao Ren put one hand behind his back, clenched his sleeve, and turned to walk out.

The night wind is blowing gently.

Wu Yingniang came back from outside after finishing her work and happened to run into Hao Ren, who was walking a little nervously.

"Yingniang." Hao Ren opened his mouth.

Wu Yingniang noticed Hao Ren's abnormality, walked over and held Hao Ren's hand, her voice was very steady:

"Don't worry, Ren. Do what you need to do first, and then tell me the details later."

The two went to Su Zhizhi's house side by side.

Su Zhizhi and Xue Che were about to leave, but when they saw Hao Ren and his wife coming, they turned back.

"Dad, Mom, what do you want to say? I want to hear it too."

Su Zhizhi held Wu Yingniang's hand and tilted her head back with a bit of a coquettish look.

In the afternoon, they all gathered in another room to chat in private. Even Ache went, but Zhizhi didn't go. Zhizhi was a little curious.

Hao Ren's gaze fell on the faces of Su Zhizhi and Xue Che.

Both children are eight years old.

He is a very smart and sensible child.

In the near future, you will grow up to be an adult who can face the hardships of life.

Hao Ren: "Zhizhi, A'che, you can all stay and listen, but you can't tell anyone else."

Su Zhizhi was originally just a little curious, but after hearing her father say that she couldn't tell anyone else, Su Zhizhi suddenly felt that this was a secret she had to hear.

Murong Di finished two bowls of porridge and felt warm and comfortable in his stomach.

My body feels stronger and my mind is clearer.

He heard faint voices outside the door and heard Su Zhizhi calling for her parents.

Murong Di guessed that it must be the village chief and his wife who had arrived.

Coincidentally, he also wanted to inquire about the situation in the vicinity with the village chief and his wife, and then go to see how He Sanlang was doing, and make long-term plans.

Squeak——

The door was pushed open and then closed.

The candlelight cast four shadows on the wall, two large and two small.

Murong Di was standing by the stove holding a bowl and turned his head to look.

A beautiful child, a strong woman, and a handsome man with a gentle temperament.

The worn doors and windows, the rusty candlesticks, the chipped pottery bowls... everything was out of tune with the man in front of him.

Plop! Murong Di was distracted and the bowl in his hand fell into the pot.

The porridge in the pot was still bubbling and making a dull gurgling sound.

Murong Di heard three barely audible words uttered from his throat:

"Uncle."

Murong Di was born in the year when the Pei family was exiled due to trouble.

He had never met the Pei family, but his mother was skilled in painting and had painted portraits of the Pei family for him.

At that time, my mother also said: "Nephews are very similar to their uncles. The corners of your eyes are somewhat like your uncle's."

Murong Di didn't feel that way when he looked at the portrait.

But now that he saw the living person standing in front of him, he realized that his mother was right.

The cold, upturned corners of his eyes are the same as his uncle's.

Murong Di's voice was really soft.

Hao Ren, Yingniang, Zhizhi, and Ache, no one heard it.

But Hao Ren's usually calm expression cracked at this moment, and a little red appeared in his eyes.

He saw Murong Di's lip shape and knew what Murong Di said.

The child recognized him.

This child is the eldest sister's blood.

The nephew and uncle looked at each other with similar eyes, and for a while, neither of them spoke.

Su Zhizhi spoke first.

She quickly walked to the pot, looked at the bowl that had fallen into the pot, and felt that it was not a big problem and the porridge was still drinkable.

So I introduced the two sides to each other:

"Mr. Mu, these are my parents."

"Dad, Mom, this is Mu Xiaolangjun."

Hao Ren walked forward and gently placed his hand on Su Zhizhi's head.

The voice was low and gentle:

"Zhizhi, you have to call me cousin."