MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 45

After the student union and candidates coaxed the children, they played games with them and divided them into several small teams. Some are playing eagle and chicken, some are throwing handkerchiefs, and some are playing hide-and-seek.

The trio who are not easy to mess with are driven to a farther corner.

The three squatted under a tree next to the gate, and Geng Yiming's legs were numb from squatting. Looking at a group of people, big and small, laughing and playing games over there, and looking at the two people who are silent and silent, what do they think? They are not suitable for staying by themselves.

"It's better to go home." Geng Yiming touched his red and swollen face, "Boss Song, my house is nearby, do you want to go play?"

"No need." Song Zhaolan stared at the ground seriously.

"What are you looking at?" Geng Yiming leaned over to look.

Song Zhaolan pointed to the ground: "Count the ants, do you know how many ants passed by just now?"

Geng Yiming: "..."

Geng Yiming glanced at the student union again, seeing that they were having fun, he didn't want to bring the three of them together to play, and it would be disgusting if he went there.

"Then I'll go back first. Anyway, I'm sure I won't be selected. Boss, please do your best." Geng Yiming ran to talk to Liu Yun, and left here.

Liu Yun looked at Geng Yiming's back, and then his eyes slid to the two lonely shadows under the tree.

"President, the children are familiar with it now, do you want to call Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng over to play together?" A girl came over and asked.

"No need, let them figure it out." Liu Yun turned and continued talking to the children, "Whose turn is it to catch ghosts this time?"

"You!" the children shouted in unison.

The voice was neat and crisp, Yu Tingfeng looked there for a while, the children were alive and smiling, and then looked at the guy squatting opposite to count the ants, he didn't know who was more lonely.

Thinking of something, Yu Tingfeng took the branch in his hand and poked his arm: "Hey, how are your current parents treating you?"

Song Zhaolan raised his head: "Okay, what's the matter?"

"What about the old ones?"

"Alright."

"How come I never heard you mention it?"

"We didn't know each other well before."

"..." Yu Tingfeng poked his face viciously, "Is it familiar now?"

"What do you want to know?"

Yu Tingfeng thought about it: "Who are your parents?"

"It's just an ordinary mountain villager." Song Zhaolan said, "Unlike you who have all kinds of wonderful and complicated family backgrounds, my parents are honest people with their own duties. The family is poor, and they work from sunrise to sunset. But I don’t know what happened, they have worked hard in farming and hunting, but they are always hungry, and the family of three is always hungry.”

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Is there a family tradition?

"Then your martial arts were not taught by your parents?"

"No, my parents don't know martial arts at all, they only let me go hunting, running all over the mountains and fields every day." Song Zhaolan said, "My father said that his son Song Twelve must be able to hunt the wildest beasts."

"Wait...who are you talking about? What's your father's name?"

"Song Twelve."

Yu Tingfeng's pupils trembled sharply, and he looked at him in disbelief.

Plain and honest? An ordinary mountain villager who doesn't know martial arts?

What a joke!

Song Twelve is the most unpredictable master among the masters of the previous generation. He is completely uncertain about the number of moves, but he only makes twelve moves with others every time, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will not make any more moves. It's a pity that no one has been able to beat him with twelve strokes, so people in the world call him Song Twelve.

Later, it was said that a masked woman broke his twelve moves, and after the defeat, he retired to the world and did not care about world affairs.

Wait... If Song Twelve is Song Zhaolan's father, then isn't his mother...

"What's your mother's name?"

Song Zhaolan: "Lin Wugui, but my father always calls her Ah Wu."

Yu Tingfeng's knees trembled, and he almost knelt down for him.

When the Demon Cult was in full swing, there were four guardians codenamed Fengxueshuangwu. Yu Tingfeng's parents were both one of the Guardians, and they did not change their real names back until they jointly conspired to take over the Demon Cult.

As for Ah Wu, she was the first person to successfully defect from the Demon Cult, and she has since disappeared. Everyone thought she was hunted down to death by the Demon Cult, but in fact, the Demon Cult did not know her whereabouts. It is also possible that someone found the trace and was just silenced.

No one in Jianghu knew that Song Twelve was with the Demon Cult woman.

But Yu Tingfeng knew it, but he never mentioned it to anyone.

This has to start from the day when he first sneaked out from the Devil's Cult. He was walking aimlessly on the street alone, and accidentally bumped into a couple. Hush and warm for a while.

The woman was plainly dressed, with a washed-white headscarf tied around her head, but her bright eyes could not be concealed.

She squeezed his face: "Good boy, do you want to eat candy? Are you lost? Do you want to come with me?"

Yu Tingfeng stared at her blankly, thinking that it would be okay to follow them, the outside is much more fun than the Magic Valley.

The man smiled and said, "Be careful of being treated as a weirdo, who's kid would just walk with someone casually."

"Our family knows it. Didn't Xiaolan go away with the man who sells candied haws again?" the woman said.

The man replied: "Then you won't stop it?"

"Don't stop." The woman gave Yu Tingfeng all the snacks in the bag, "Come on, I'll give you all of these."

The man smiled and asked, "Don't you save some for Xiaolan?"

"Don't stay, who told him to go with others."

The first time Yu Ting received kindness from strangers, he couldn't help but look at them for a while, watching them leave, without revealing that he had recognized them.

There is still a portrait of this woman hanging in the Devil's Cult, and she is still being arrested to this day.

Didn't expect her to be with Song Twelve and have a daughter of Xiaolan?

For the sake of these cakes, he decided to keep it a secret for the time being, until the figures of the two disappeared from sight, he turned around and ran in a good mood.

Unexpectedly, a little boy ran up to him, shouted for his parents, and bumped into him blindly.

The two got up at the same time, and the little boy still remembered to pick up all the pastries and return them to him, and smiled at him, so he stopped being angry for no reason.

Yu Tingfeng wanted to ask him if he hurt from the fall, but the other party turned around and ran away with a wooden stick on his back, still calling his parents, he was afraid that some family had lost the child.

"Xiaolan...Xiaolan..." Yu Tingfeng muttered a few times.

"Why?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Yu Tingfeng let out a long sigh in his heart, and then laughed out loud: "I see."

No wonder he always felt that Song Zhaolan had a familiar feeling, so he was reluctant to do anything cruel.

"What are you talking about?" Song Zhaolan said, "You laugh so silly and ugly."

Yu Tingfeng immediately turned serious, and suddenly thought of another thing: "Then you know your parents..."

"Well, they're gone." Song Zhaolan said neither happy nor sad, "One day they said they were going out to hunt a beast, and they never came back."

"Didn't you go to them?"

"I've looked for it. Lianshan is too big. I haven't found their bones after searching for a long time."

Yu Tingfeng fell into silence.

He didn't know if Song Zhaolan was really ignorant, or if he was just pretending to be stupid.

Song Twelve and his wife were killed by another Dharma protector, Afeng. Afeng found Awu's whereabouts by mistake, summoned the two of them out, and set up many ambushes.

At that time, Yu Tingfeng and Liu Zhuizhui were taken by Yu Long to witness the scene. Liu Zhuizhui was so frightened that he covered his mouth tightly, tears streaming down his face.

After the Demon Cultist left, Yu Tingfeng walked towards the two of them, the two **** bodies tightly hugging each other, and he put a piece of moldy candy into the woman's palm.

The woman moved her fingers and opened one eye with difficulty, the blood on her head flowed down the eye.

Still breathing, it should be the man trying his best to protect her.

The woman looked at him dying: "You child...so cute...is it also from the devil, the devil's sect?"

Yu Tingfeng said hoarsely: "You are not dead yet, I, I can save you."

"No need, we demons are full of evil, and we will die a good death." The woman smiled desolately, put her pillow into the man's chest, and slowly closed her eyes.

The memory came to an abrupt end, Yu Tingfeng withdrew his thoughts and said, "I killed someone."

Song Zhaolan slowly opened his eyes wide from his endless conversation: "Could it be my father?"

"...What are you thinking about, of course not, it's Ah Feng, he wants to usurp the throne."

"Who is it?"

"You don't care who it is, as long as you know."

"Oh."

"..."

It seems that Song Twelve and his wife are really trying their best to keep their child away from the rivers and lakes, let him live so simple and straightforward, even if they know that they are going to the Hongmen Banquet, they will not let him leave the mountains.

Otherwise, there is no end to kindness and resentment.

"Please give way to your feet."

Song Zhaolan's words interrupted his thoughts, he looked down: "What's wrong?"

"Blocking the way of the ants."

"..." Yu Tingfeng said speechlessly, "Are you so bored?"

"Otherwise, what do you use to pass the time?"

"Playing games or something?"

Song Zhaolan glanced over there: "I don't have any friends to play with."

Yu Tingfeng was dumbfounded, thinking of the childhood that both of them lacked, one was lonely and had no playmates, the other had countless subordinates but dared not get close.

"What do you want to play? I'll play with you."

"Really?"

"Well, counting ants is not enough." After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he saw the other party showing a disappointed look, "OK, OK, just count, you can count whatever you want."

Only then was Song Zhaolan satisfied, and continued counting for a while, then stood up and patted his legs: "No, I'm the only one, you don't feel like participating, let's change the game."

"What?"

Song Zhaolan glanced at the child: "The eagle catches the chicken?"

"Okay, I'll be the eagle and you the hen."

The two of them stretched out their hands at the same time, always feeling that something was wrong.

"We don't have chicks." Song Zhaolan said.

"Then throw the handkerchief?"

"No handkerchief."

"123 wooden people?"

"Can."

Yu Tingfeng put one hand on the tree, covering his eyes: "1, 2, 3."

When Yu Tingfeng turned his head, Song Zhaolan was already standing in front of him, almost touching his nose.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"I won." Song Zhaolan smiled, "It's up to you to try."

"it is good."

"1, 2, 3!" Song Zhaolan had just finished shouting, when suddenly one hand was propped beside him, he turned around, looked at Yu Tingfeng, and smiled, "You seem to be a little faster than me, and you can't even stop car."

"That's right, I don't even look at who I am." Yu Tingfeng said proudly.

Liu Yun in the distance glanced this way from time to time, which was good, the two of them looked at each other affectionately under the tree, and when they looked again, the tree thumped, making his eyelids twitch.

The two played a few more rounds. Although it was very simple, it was a bit over the top. When Yu Tingfeng propped up the tree again to declare victory, a crisp voice sounded: "You guys are running so fast!"

The two were taken aback, then looked down at the same time, and saw a little boy looking up at them with admiration in his eyes: "Can I play with you?"

The two looked at each other in surprise, Song Zhaolan nodded, "Yes, but you can't outrun us."

"Then what should we do? Ah, I got it!" The little boy immediately beckoned to his friends, "Everyone, come and play with the wooden figurines, these two big brothers run super fast!"

Soon a group of little radish heads gathered under the tree.

As expected, games are the best way to break down classes and ages. After a while, Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng forgot their ages and had a great time playing with the children. They were very competitive and serious about games.

The others were already getting tired, but these two became more and more energetic, leading the children to play the games one by one again.

As the sky was getting dark, Liu Yun called everyone to prepare to go back. After counting the number of people, he found that there were two missing. He asked everyone to get in the car first, and then he went back to the courtyard to find someone.

"Song Zhaolan, Song Zhaolan, where are you?"

"Hush!"

Liu Yun turned around in place, and a pile of discarded paper in the corner moved. After a while, he finally found Song Zhaolan's figure: "What are you doing?"

"Keep your voice down, we're playing hide and seek."

Liu Yun saw him lying in the middle of the cardboard with several layers of paper covering his body, and said with emotion: "You are too hardworking, aren't you?"

"Shhh, go away, don't invite people here." Song Zhaolan hurriedly urged him to leave.

"Then let's go first, remember to send me a message when you get home." Liu Yun turned and left, went to the first floor, saw Yu Tingfeng who was looking for someone, "Are you looking for Song Zhaolan?"

Yu Tingfeng asked: "Do you know where he is?"

"Well, he's just..."

"To shut up."

"?"

"How can you reveal someone else's seat by playing hide and seek?" Yu Tingfeng glared at him, "Let me find it myself."

Liu Yun: "..."

You guys should rest for a while! The kids are going to bed and you two are still playing!

Yu Tingfeng searched back and forth in the building several times, but couldn't find anyone, and began to panic.

"It's getting late, where are you? Where are you hiding?"

Song Zhaolan was lying on the pile of paper in the corner, secretly proud of himself. He peeked through the crack, and could only see a pair of legs walking back and forth in the corridor, and there was a bit of anxiety in the hurried steps.

"I'm here."

Yu Tingfeng turned his head, ran over to lift the paper off his body, and was stunned for a moment.

I saw that Song Zhaolan's legs were curled up, and his hands were folded in front of his chest. In Yu Tingfeng's eyes, there was a posture showing weakness and yearning for protection.

"This round doesn't count, I'll dodge again." Song Zhaolan said unwillingly, trying to sit up, but found that his feet were a little numb.

"Can you still get up?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"Slow down." Song Zhaolan just finished speaking, suddenly his body lightened, and his whole body left the ground, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"There is a trash can next to it, don't you think it stinks?" Yu Tingfeng carried him downstairs.

Hearing this, Song Zhaolan immediately grabbed his arm and covered his nose with the other hand: "It stinks to death, hurry up."

Yu Tingfeng hugged the man tightly with both hands, his jaw line was tense, but the corners of his eyes were unconsciously bent.