Chapter 1114 Ancient Farming (1)

"Da Qiao, even if I beg you, for my old man's sake, stop making trouble and live with Jinghe."

"Father knows that it was not what you wanted to let you marry him, but this is already the case. You have been together for more than two years...cough cough cough..."

The old man was interrupted by the itch in his throat before he finished speaking.

"Ahem... Da Qiao, your mother is gone, you are the only one left in your house, why not just let it go?"

"At least... at least Dad, please, please leave a way for them, father and son, to survive, okay?"

When Su Qiao was conscious, he found that he was copying his hands, leaning against a dirt wall very viciously.

On the simple wooden bed facing him, an old man in Tsing Yi with half-white hair was looking at himself pleadingly.

His eyes were muddy, his spirits languished, and he was dead, as if the strength to speak was almost gone.

【Little Si'er, is this my father? 】

And... Big Joe?

This name.

She really...kneeled.

【This is your man's father. He is old and dying. 】

Su Qiao: [It’s just the wind and cold. Is it so easy to die? 】

【You have emptied all the money in this family. If you have no money or food, you have to work if you can’t eat enough. If you are old and have no medicine, can you not die? 】

Su Qiao: [How does it sound...I'm a bastard? 】

444: You are not a **** who is a bastard?

【This world is a bit strange, in any case, you should save him first. 】

"Father, don't beg her, she will leave if she wants to. I won't stay, I just hope she won't harm this family again."

It's better to go away, this scourge is gone, maybe their life can be better.

The voice is clear and loud, like a clear spring hitting a jade, but with a sense of depression and desertion.

Su Qiao turned his head, only to find that the open doorway, with his back to the sun, stood a tall man.

The white-washed cyan robe, with a long black cloth tied around his waist, with ink hair hanging down his back, only casually pulled up a bun with a wooden hairpin on the top of his head.

A face is carved like a knife, with sword eyebrows and stars, and a deep outline...

is the ten brown pockmarks on the cheeks, which affects the whole appearance.

When Su Qiao looked over, she instantly met a pair of peach eyes that were cold and disgusting.

Su Jose flinched, rubbing his nose and quickly turned his eyes away.

The next second, but he met behind him, a four or five-year-old guy who was cringingly pressed against the door frame of the earth wall, and quietly probed inside.

When the little guy saw her look over, he retracted his neck in a panic, his face full of fear.

Su Qiao: "...."

How does she feel like a heinous bully to this family?

"Cough cough cough... Jinghe, what are you talking about?"

"You are already married to her, she is gone, leaving you father and son, is that fair?"

"How will your father and son live in the future? The spit stars can drown you."

The old man was so anxious that he was about to sit up on the edge of the bed, but he could not sit up, and fell back on the bed feebly. Finally, he could only look at Su Qiao pleadingly again:

"Da Qiao, don’t listen to his nonsense. He is a knife-mouthed tofu heart, not very good at talking, but in fact he has a good heart and is most sincere to you."

"As for Xiaoyue..."

The muddy eyes fell on the thin, thin figure outside the door, and the old man’s eyes had a touch of sorrow:

"Father also knows that this child is not pleasing to your eyes, and Dad does not ask you to treat him like your own son, but at least...Keep him at least one life, okay?"

"Although Xiaoyue is only five years old, he is very sensible and doesn't eat much. He can help with the housework. You can let him do anything you want."

"If you feel upset, you can vent your anger by scolding him a few words or hitting him a few times.

You should just raise a kitten or puppy, don’t need to be too fine, just stutter. "

(End of this chapter)