After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1468 Erlang Shen and Master Rong

Looking at Master Rong, Rong Yu frowned slightly, with confusion on his face.

"I remember you were born in the year of the Rabbit, not the Chameleon."

"What?"

Master Rong also frowned. The father and daughter frowned very much, and their postures were exactly the same.

When Nan Song came over, he saw this scene. He thought the two of them were quarreling again, "Are you bullying my apprentice again?"

Without asking any questions, she first convicted Master Rong.

When Master Rong saw Nan Song and listened to her words, he felt depressed for a while, "You don't even know what we said, how come I'm the one bullying her?"

"Is there even a need to ask?"

Nan Song glanced at him and said, "Yu'er doesn't like to talk to you, so he will definitely not find trouble with you first. If you two quarrel, it must be your problem."

Master Rong: "..."

He was convinced by Nan Song's protective temperament.

People tend to help relatives but not relatives. But here in Nansong, it is completely reversed. It has always been about helping relatives but not relatives.

Ever since Rong Yu became her disciple, she had a huge backer, which was like a golden bell and an iron shirt, protecting Rong Yu tightly. No one could say a word to her, not even his biological father. He also had to act based on his face, and his status took a sharp turn, plummeting.

Rong Yu has a cold and arrogant temperament, but after joining Nan Song, she gradually stopped fighting him like before, and became stubborn like "I would rather die than give in". However, her speech posture became more and more like Nan Song, imitating the yin and yang strange aura. He got angry every time, and his blood pressure soared every time.

Master Rong was so angry that his head hurt and he rubbed his forehead.

Nan Song ignored him and asked Rong Yu, "Is Xiaofan gone?"

"Yes, Master."

Rong Yu and Nan Song had always been close, so his attitude when talking to her was naturally different from his father, so he took the initiative to invite her in to talk.

Nan Song waved lazily to Master Rong, "Bye."

Rong Yu also nodded symbolically to his father and entered the door with Nan Song.

The cold and arrogant looks of the master and apprentice were exactly the same.

Master Rong looked at the two people disappearing, then remembered that he still had something to say, so he took a step forward, but stopped again.

Forget it.

Master Rong sighed softly, thinking that no matter how much he said, Rong Yu would not be willing to listen.

He could say ten thousand words, but her master could not say one word.

I don’t know how the relationship between father and daughter has developed to what it is today. Even if I want to get closer now, the child is older and I don’t want to pay attention to him.

Master Rong suddenly felt melancholy and walked back with his hands behind his back, sighing.

As soon as he walked out of this street, he saw Erlangshen getting out of the car. After seeing him, he ran towards him with a poop, "Master!"

Seeing his precious apprentice, Master Rong's sad face suddenly softened a lot.

"How did you come?"

Erlang Shen stopped in front of him, his handsome face was indescribably cheerful, and his small mouth said: "My mother and I came over to see Sister Yu to talk about Brother Fan. I didn't know you were here. Are you here?" You just arrived, do you still want to leave? Why are you here, riding a little electric donkey? I will see you off."

This child has been a talker since he was a child. He speaks without any pause, and Master Rong has long been used to it.

He didn't interrupt him. After he finished speaking slowly, Master Rong said with a smile, "I'm leaving. I didn't ride a bike. I came here by taxi."

"Okay, then I'll take you back first."

Erlangshen stepped forward and took Master Rong's arm very naturally. Master Rong pretended to scold: "Holding arms like a little girl."

"It's okay to hold arms, but it's more like a little girl to hold hands."

As Erlang Shen said this, he slid his arm down, took Master Rong's hand, and clasped their fingers together and shook it.

Master Rong: "..." His old face turned red.

He had only held hands with his wife in his life, and had never intertwined their fingers like this. He didn't know how to react for a moment.

Erlang Shen suddenly chuckled and said, "Master, your face is so red. Why do you look like a little girl?"

Master Rong opened his eyes, raised his foot and kicked Erlang Shen on the butt, "You brat, you are so brave, you are teasing your master!"

"Ah, no..."

Erlangshen coaxed the master while covering his buttocks, and finally managed to get him into the car.

The two masters and apprentices walked home talking and laughing. They talked endlessly along the way, which was completely different from Master Rong and Rong Yu.

While chatting, the topic of Song Fan came up. Erlang Shen was also a person who couldn't hold back his words. He told Master Rong all the plans he had discussed with Jiu'er and Xiao Shi in front of Master Rong. He waited until he wanted to shut up. Only then did I realize that I had said everything I should and shouldn’t have said.

Erlangshen turned his head and glanced at Master Rong, and unexpectedly saw the master's darkened face.

He was so frightened that he quickly braked and stopped the car.

Fortunately, we had already arrived at the Rong family's house and it was easy to park the car. However, the emergency braking still caused Master Rong to shake a bit.

"Master!"

Erlang Shen didn't care about anything and quickly helped Master Rong steady, "Are you okay?"

Master Rong covered his pounding heart and said after recovering from the shock: "Oh, your master's life is almost handed down here."

The face that was dark just now is completely white now.

"I'm sorry Master..."

Erlangshen was completely panicked and quickly reached out his hand to Master Shunrong's chest. It took a long time for Master Rong to calm down.

He helped Master Rong into the house and poured a glass of water for him. As soon as Master Rong picked it up to drink, Erlang Shen knelt down on the spot.

"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to scare you."

Erlang Shen was scared and guilty at the same time. His bright and sunny look before was completely gone. He asked uneasily: "Are you okay?"

Master Rong drank half a glass of water, calmed down, and glanced at the trembling apprentice.

"If something really happens, can you still kneel to me here? Just kneel in the mourning hall instead."

When Erlang Shen heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly walked forward with two steps, his voice changed in a hurry, "I was wrong, master, don't curse yourself like this. If you make any mistake, the disciple is really You deserve death. How about I invite a master to come over and call you Hun'er?"

"..." Master Rong had a dark look on his face. He had no idea how this little apprentice's brain grew.

He raised his hand and knocked on Erlang Shen's forehead angrily, "You're still called Hun'er. Why are you more superstitious than me at such a young age?"

Erlangshen rubbed his forehead and muttered: "I would rather believe that it is about your life and safety."

Master Rong couldn't help but laugh, and his heart, which had just been so angry, felt relieved.

Erlang Shen is different from Rong Yu. He really likes wood carving and is really attached to his master. Master Rong knows that he has a bad temper and the children are afraid of him. When he was young, he also had a few apprentices who would be frightened by him. He ran away, crying and yelling that he would not learn from him, until Nan Song sent Erlangshen over. Erlangshen was also a little bit of a doll at that time, standing in front of him, holding a wooden doll in his hand, and handed it to him.

"Hello. It's our first time meeting you. This is my gift to you."

Master Rong took the wood carving. Although the carving technique looked very immature at first glance, he still recognized that it was him.

"Is this carving me?"

Erlang Shen nodded his head, "Well, I carved it according to the picture, but you don't look much like the picture."

Master Rong looked at his tilted little head, looking innocent and cute, and asked in a rare coaxing manner, "Am I more handsome?"

"That's not it."

Xiaoerlangshen said seriously: "I have more pleats than in the photo. I can add a few more."

Master Rong: "..."

(End of this chapter)