Chapter 815: Who is your dad?

"Don't make trouble," Li Lei said. "It's coming soon."
"The sea tide uncle, is it coming soon?" Xia Yanyang raised his voice and asked Xia Haichao.
Xia Haichao looked at the young couple happily: "At least three miles."
Xia Wei: "...Li Lei, let me down."
Li Lei: "I still have to move my back. When I can't move my back, I will let you down." Just kidding, even if the pig looks at Xia Haichao, the eyes know that it is a test. How dare he put it down in summer? The first time I went to the door of my father’s house, I had to perform well. Otherwise, what should I do if my father-in-law is not married to his daughter?
More bitter, and then tired, Li Xiaolei students only have tears to endure.
Xia Wei’s two calves smashed in the air to protest, and after all, they couldn’t help but thunder. The mountain road is long, and Li Lei walks slowly and slowly, but it is very stable. There are also thoughts and Xia Yan's joke: "Women, your husband is not handsome, the mighty is not powerful, the domineering is not domineering?"
Xia Yuben wants to say, who is your wife?
But seeing the faint sweat on his body, a thousand words became a soft "hmm".
"Well, it’s over?" Li Xiaolei was dissatisfied.
Xia Wei: "What do you want?"
Li Xiaolei thought about it: "Give me a song."
Xia Wei: "You are not childish? How big is the person, walking and listening to the song."
Li Lei grievances: "You have never sang a song for me." She is not a fake, but so many songs are sung to others. For the rest of her life, she also wrote a PERFECTDREAM for Zhai Ziheng, but in this life? Even a song that belongs to both of them is not.
Li Lei thought for a moment, "Or, I will sing you a song?"
Xia Yu cold sweat has to come down: "Don't!" She did not teach the songs of BOSS adults, ghosts crying, a group of singers of Tianyi listened to the kind of escape. He usually sings and sings, and now sings on the Xiajia site? She still has a face.
She replied: "Well, I sing to you."
After thinking about it, I chose a song that was very popular in recent years: "That year is full of flowers, you stand in the bridge and the water is flowing... In that year, the Yan dance flies, you depict Shimen Guzhen Danqing Drunk... The flowers are rich in summer, but you can’t see your eyebrows, and you can’t make a glimpse of the three worlds.
The singing sounds like a turn, echoing on some dark mountain roads, far and near, and endless.
In the mist between the forests, birds plucked out and surrounded by groups.
Everyone was immersed in her beautiful songs. Even Liu Wei temporarily forgot the calculations and ridicule. The nearby people put down their work and discussed each other: "Look over there... Have you seen it? It’s Phoenix, really. The phoenix is ​​back! Only in the story passed down by the ancestors, is there such a 'hundred birds phoenix'!"
"It’s really a hundred birds rushing to the phoenix!" The tribes were excited, but they dared not speak loudly. Listening to her singing voice, I was immersed in the wonderful music, and my heart was full of respect for the phoenix.
Li Lei carrying Xia Wei, in her singing, the pace gradually became lighter, it seems not so tired, I feel that I can walk ten miles. His heart faintly raised a sense of pride, and it is still the best in his own small sing, she is the perfect existence under the sun.
Along the way, the mountain.
At the top of the mountain, Li Lei put Xia Xi down.
Xia Wei stopped singing and looked up at the courtyard not far away - the clouds were lingering, the wooden and stone structure, the blue-brick and black tiled buildings were magnificent and the weather was solemn, and the mountains and rivers continued to rise and fall, and the scale was not An ancient building complex in any tourist area.
On the plaque in front of the door, several quaint handwritings of "Tiandi Palace" are in the eye.
"This is the patriarch and the patriarch's wife, and the residence of the young master and Shaohui young master." Xia Haichao told them, "Please come with me."
Xia Wei looked at Li Lei and looked at it. Li Lei gently held her hand and gave her a soothing smile. He took her in and walked through the quiet front yard, under the porch, and someone hurriedly greeted him - headed by a gray-haired old man, followed by a woman with a ceremonial manner, next to it, summer Mo Yan and Shao Hui.
Xia Wei stood still.
Almost instinctively, she realized who the old man was -
"Dad!" She choked and called out at once.
The old man’s face was still calm, but after listening to this call, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He quickly said:
Small!
He hurried down the steps.
Xia Yan released Li Lei’s hand and ran towards the old man, hugging him tightly.
The kinship is such a wonderful thing. Even if the father and the daughter have never met each other, in the vast sea of ​​people, in many years, with only one look, they can recognize each other accurately.
A family, with the same breath.
"Dad..." Xia Wei’s voice was filled with crying. In his father’s generous embrace, the sufferings and grievances that have been suffered for the rest of his life have come to mind and the family’s thoughts...
"Good boy, my good boy," the voice of the Xia chief also choked. The old man who had been in front of the mountain and collapsed in front of him was red-eyed. "My nephew, you suffer, and the father finally waits for you..."
The two fathers and daughters cried and laughed.
Aside, the woman who was in a state of grace also came forward and wiped her tears: "Small."
Xia Yu left her father's arms, looked at the woman, and cried, and plunged into her arms: "Mom!"
"Little!" The woman also burst into tears and hugged her daughter.
The family who had been separated for decades has finally come together. The Xia’s couple took Xia Wei’s head and looked at it, and they didn’t see enough. "You are alone, don't know how to take care of yourself, hey, how so thin?" Mrs. Xia said pitifully to Xia Wei.
Xia Wei smiled and told her not to worry, she was very good.
The mother and the daughter did not feel that they were gossip.
The Xia chief who couldn't insert his mouth turned around and realized that a young man stood still not far away: "Are you a Li Lei?" His eyes narrowed up, just like all the old men watching the future son-in-law. That way, both vertical and vertical are picky.
Li Lei’s body was tight, lest he was disrespectful and answered carefully:
It’s me, Dad.

"Who is your dad?!" And Xia Moyan was called the brother for the first time. The Xia chief also thought that this stinky boy is too self-contained and too unfamiliar to be an outsider?
Li Lei hardened his scalp, and he did not intend to give in on the principle: "Xiao's family is my family, and Xiao's father is my father."
Xia chief: "..."
Xia Moyan whispered next to him: "Father, have you seen it? This kid is a lesson."