Chapter 520: Redwood Gate [sixth more]

Chapter 520 Redwood Door [Sixth]
[I would like to dedicate this chapter to my wife, thank her for her support, I believe that if it is not her encouragement and support, whether it is work or code, I will not work so hard. Thanks her, hard work! 】
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Ji Feng slowly took back his hand and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He shook his head slightly and snorted. "It's really troublesome... I'm afraid I will get a good deal in the end!"
Jifeng shook his head and went out. He suddenly saw that the boy named Xiao Yuanhui was still standing outside the door. He immediately raised his hand and looked at his watch. He found that it had been nearly forty minutes. This kid is still standing outside the door?
"Xiao Yuanhui, how are you still standing here?" Ji Feng asked, and he just laughed when he said that he said: "I am sorry, this is your home. I am really a bit embarrassed to ask this question!"
"Maple brother, just now Dad and Xiaogu told me, you are my cousin, here is your home..." Xiao Yuanhui immediately said, he scratched his head and said something awkwardly: "Cousin, just now I I don't know if you are, you are amazing!"
Although Ji Feng can face the old Xiaojia people, but for this young man, it is really cold. He has a head debt and has a master. He will not involve the grievances of the previous generation to the children below.
He did not realize that he actually positioned himself in a high position and regarded his cousin as a child. In fact, this is a mature performance, and more importantly, this proves that Ji Feng’s vision has been put high.
After Feng Feng’s face finally entered Xiaojiazhuang, he smiled for the first time. He nodded slightly and said,
You are also very good.

Xiao Yuanhui said a little embarrassed: "Cousin, Xiaogu and my dad are in the Westinghouse, they said, waiting for you to come out and let you go to the East House to rest."
Ji Feng is undecided, shaking his head: "Forget it, I go directly to Westinghouse, you go to your own!"
Xiao Yuanhui is not familiar with his cousin. He dare not say anything more. He can only follow his cousin and walk toward the Westinghouse.
Ji Feng came to the west house door, knocked on the door, and then walked in.
"Xiao Feng, how?!" Upon seeing Ji Feng coming in, Xiao Sumei immediately asked eagerly.
Ji Feng took a moment to say, "The situation is not bad! However, because his condition is very different from that of Grandpa, because he is cancer, even if he is cured, his physical condition will not be too good. But there will not be too many problems, anyway, this is the case!"
Hey!
Xiao Sumei and Xiao Guoqing were at the same time. Although Ji Feng spoke a very indifferent attitude, the content of the discourse made the two happy. They don't ask the old man to live a long life, as long as he can be safe and sound, he is satisfied.
Ji Feng said: "Mom, this is the case today. Let's go back first, wait for tomorrow!"
Xiao Sumei’s face suddenly changed, and Xiao Guoqing and the old woman were also nervous. Especially the old woman, she had no choice to see her daughter for more than ten years. Now that she has just met for a while, her daughter actually wants to leave?
"Sumei, you, can't you live here?" The old woman couldn't help but ask, "I live here today, let Xiaofeng live here, okay?"
Seeing the hope of the mother's eyes, Xiao Sumei wanted to promise, Ji Feng suddenly said badly, he immediately said: "Mom, the hotel in the city can still be open, if we do not live, then the room rate is still necessary Pay!"
Xiao Sumei hesitated, and he did not go, nor did he go.
Ji Feng brows slightly wrinkled, said: "Mom, I said it before I was!"
In his opinion, he will never live here. No one has to stay in the same year!
What's more, Ji Feng also knows that if he lives here this evening, his mother will definitely let himself stay for dinner, eat and eat, and maybe he will eat something, for example, seeing the elders always want to call people. Right? Living in someone else’s home is finally a sentiment?
When I arrived in the first and second time, I really became a family?
Don't even think about it!
Ji Feng couldn't help but screamed. He wanted to pass this little bit of life and let himself gradually ease the relationship with the old Xiao family. He could promise the mother any other thing, but for this matter, no matter what. Will not agree.
After he cured the old man, he left, and he had no influence on the old Xiao family. He did not have much influence on his mother. He said nothing else. If you follow the rural tradition, you are a family of the family. For the old Xiao family, you It’s a grandson. Since there is an 'outside' word, it proves to be an outsider!
An outsider, not much more, less and a lot, do not add to the old Xiaojia!
Ji Feng couldn't help but smile, and her mother now began to play a tender strategy with herself...
For the mother, what can be done! No matter how it is moved, or how wronged, Ji Feng is willing. However, for these people of the old Xiao family, Ji Feng will not be affected by even a slight grievance, absolutely not!
"Xiaofeng..." Xiao Sumei just wanted to talk, and she saw that the appearance of Ji Feng became firm. She snorted and seemed to want her son to stay for one night. She understood the character of her son. However, once the son's look is firm and he wants to change, it is not so easy, let alone the time and place are not suitable now!
"Mom, let's go!" Ji Feng's voice is not big, but it seems calm, but some people can't refute.
The old woman immediately shed tears and pulled her daughter's hand and did not let go: "Su Mei, look at this... Are you really going to leave?"
Ji Feng’s heart was a little impatient. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He said:
If you leave, you are not coming back. Today, you will come back tomorrow!

The old woman is still tearful, and she whispered: "Su Mei, it was your father who was too stubborn, I can't stop him. As a result, you have been walking for more than ten years. Now you can't go anymore, otherwise, mom. I am really afraid that I will never see you again."
Ji Feng's brow wrinkled more tightly, and his heart became more and more impatient. Now he said this, what did he do early? !
But now he is not convenient to talk, can only look at his mother quietly.
Xiao Sumei took a moment to say, "Xiao Feng, so let's go back later, as long as we can go to the city before dark at night, can you see this?"
Ji Feng saw that the mother really didn't want to go, but she nodded helplessly and said: "Mom, if this is the case, then we must go back before six o'clock. Otherwise, if it is dark, it will not go well. It is."
"Good! Good!" Xiao Sumei immediately nodded and agreed to let his son make concessions to this extent, it is not easy.
Ji Feng shook his head slightly, sighed and pushed the door straight out.
"Mother, Xiaofeng, this child is somewhat stubborn, don't go to the heart!" Seeing his son going out, Xiao Sumei couldn't help but pull the mother's hand and said.
"How can this blame Xiaofeng? It is a good thing for you to marry the old man. If you didn't die like him, then selfishness would not cause today's situation!" The old woman couldn't help but groan.
Xiao Guoqing next to him can only sneer a bitter smile, but he knows that this matter is not all the responsibility of the old man. The boss and the third child also have responsibilities. They were ridiculous, they are more active than anyone else!
"Su Mei, this does not blame Xiaofeng, even if it is me, I will resent it..." Xiao Guoqing sighed. "The boss did what they did at the beginning."
Xiao Sumei shook his head slightly and said: "Don't say anything about the previous things. I came here mainly to see my mother, and then what to do if I look at my illness. As for other things, don't mention it!"
Xiao Guoqing couldn't help but smile. Obviously, there is more grievance than Xiaofeng. Xiaomei Sumei also has grievances in her heart. It is because her parents are older, so she has put this grievance in her heart. Did not say it.
"Cousin!" Ji Feng just went out and saw Xiao Yuanhui standing at the door waiting for himself. "Cousin, there is no meaning here, or else you can go to my house with me!"
Ji Feng picked up his eyebrows and asked: "What is your family to play with?"
"Also, there is nothing..." Xiao Yuanhui couldn't help but look red. In rural families, children mostly play mud and play slingshots, but in this big winter, there is really nothing fun.
Ji Feng looked around and suddenly asked: "Do you have a red painted wooden door in your house?!"

Hmm?!
Xiao Yuanhui is a little surprised.
Cousin, have you been to our house?


Really?!
asked Ji Feng’s frown.
"Yeah, there is a red wooden door, but now the paint is almost gone, I can't see what color it is..." Xiao Yuanhui said strangely. "Cousin, you can still see that it is red." The wooden door is really amazing!"
Ji Feng hesitated a moment, could not help but say: "Go, go to your home to see!"
Xiao Yuanhui sighed, and nodded slightly, saying: "That cousin comes with me!"
Ji Feng turned his head and said loudly: "Little shadow, protect my mother here, no matter who, anyone wants to hurt my mother, kill it!"
Xiao Yuanhui, who was walking in front, suddenly felt a soft leg and almost fell to the ground.
Ji Feng did not notice his gaffe, but remembered another thing.
If you remember correctly, in the memory of Ji Feng, there seems to be some fragments of the cockroach, occasionally flashing in your mind. It seems that when he was a child, he used to live in a place with a mahogany door for a while.
During that time, it seemed to be the only memory he had not been bullied, but because the age was too small, it seemed to be before the note, so this memory was always embarrassing, he did not know. Where is the place in memory?
But now that he came here, he suddenly had a familiar feeling. It seems that the scene... is in Xiao Yuanhui’s home!
If this is the case, it means that perhaps the only person who did not humiliate himself was Xiao Yuanhui's father!
In view of today's situation, Ji Feng is somewhat complicated about this speculation!
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The sixth is sent.
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