Ouyang Liuyun nodded: "Your mother taught you?"

  Su Xiaorui proudly said: "Yes! My mother teaches much better than my husband, and I will have a lot more."

  Ouyang Liuyun scratched his nose: "This little head looks very clever!"

   "Of course!" Su Xiaorui raised her brows triumphantly.

  Ouyang Liuyun only felt that the child in front of him made him fall in love. He felt Ye Feibai’s expectant eyes and held Xiao Rui’s face in his palm: "What else did your mother teach you?"

   "My mother taught me to recite ancient poems, and also taught me to draw simple strokes, teach me to count, teach me to play games, teach me to develop logical thinking, and many more..."

  Ouyang Liuyun found that he didn't understand a little bit.

  Su Xiaorui was raised by Su Ying to be an unbelievable xing son, and he said what he wanted to say: "Oh, yes, mother taught me not to wishful thinking."

   "Huh? What is this again?"

  Su Xiaorui scratched his head: "In spring, my mother made a beautiful potted plant and placed it on the window sill. It was a beautiful flower."

"and then?"

   "I like it very much. I want it to grow up quickly, so I water it every day, and water it every moment."

  Ouyang Liuyun can imagine that the flower will not last long: "What about then?"

  Su Xiaorui took it for granted: "It drowned."

  He sighed again sadly: "My mother later asked me to write three hundred words with wishful thinking."

  Ye Feibai pulled his lips speechlessly, and his gaze fell on Su Xiaorui's body tightly, as if he still wanted to know more about him and Ying'er's past from him.

   "Little naughty ghost!" Ouyang Liuyun scratched his nose, "Are you still fond of mischief?"

   "Hey..." Su Xiaorui seemed to be hit, and he stuck out his tongue embarrassedly.

  "Have you ever been punished by your mother?"

   "Yes." Su Xiaorui pouted, "I went to the pond to play last month, and I tied a stone to the little frog, and I also tied a stone to the little fish."

   Ouyang Liuyun paused: "The little frog can't jump anymore? The little fish can't swim anymore?"

Su Xiaorui nodded guiltily: "At the time, my mother didn't say anything, but when I got up the next day, I found that I was also tied to a big rock. I couldn't get up, and it was very difficult to even walk. "

  Ouyang Liuyun thought of such a scene, and couldn’t help laughing: "What will happen later?"

   "My mother said how I feel, what the little frog feels...until I loosened the stones on the little frog and the little fish, mother did not let go of me."

   "Did you write your thoughts this time?"

  Su Xiaorui sighed heavily: "I have written it, my mother also let me play the role of a little frog for three days, tying a stone for an hour every day."

   Ye Feibai nodded slightly, thinking of the interaction between mother and son, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

  Ouyang Liuyun asked Su Xiaorui many things, and Su Xiaorui picked them up one by one: "My Master Shi is a very fierce little old man. Once he thought I could not write well and hit my palm."

   Ye Feibai thought of Su Xiaorui's words like dog crawling, and agreed with Mr. Shi's actions in his heart.

"But I injected red paint into my husband's board beforehand. As soon as my husband hit the board, my hands were stained with blood. I started crying. My husband's eyes were not good, so I was stunned right away... Don't dare to hit me anymore."

   "On another occasion, my little friend and I picked up a bird, but it was killed by my husband... Later, my mother was punished to stand and said I can't scold him in front of my husband... Ouch!"

   Ye Feibai couldn't help raising his hand and tapping on Su Xiaorui's head. He straightened his face and sternly yelled: "I don't learn well at a young age, even my husband dares to tease him."

  Su Xiaorui covered her head pitifully, with an expression about to cry.

  Ouyang Liuyun stretched out his hand and rubbed Su Xiaorui’s head: "What is this? Uncle Ouyang was also very naughty when he was a child..."

  The curious baby Su Xiaorui's eyes widened: "Uncle Ouyang, tell me!"

   "Ouyang Liuyun, don't take my son bad!" Ouyang Liuyun, as the proton of Xiyun Kingdom, knew how many unbearable things he had done when he was a child.

   Ye Feibai ignored the curiosity in Su Xiaorui’s eyes, his eyes were half-closed, and his expression was serious: "Go to bed now!"

  Su Xiaorui only felt that his head hurt even more when he stared at him like this.

  He shrank his head, and immediately jumped from Ouyang Liuyun's arms and ran away quickly with two short legs.

  Ouyang Liuyun saw the direction Su Xiaorui was leaving, and said with a smile: "This one is cute."

   Ye Feibai solemnly said: "You have to take care of it."

   "Children, what to do in such a manner is good!" Ouyang Liuyun smiled lightly, "My sister-in-law is good at teaching children."

  After Ouyang Liuyun said this, the lively atmosphere just cooled down again and it condensed into ice.

   Ye Feibai continued to drink sullen wine glass by glass, with a slumped look, could not help but ask: "What's the matter with your sister-in-law now?"

  Yefeibai heard Ouyang Liuyun mentioning Su Ying, his entire face was gloomy, as if dense clouds were coming.

   "You are not in good health, drink less." The smile on Ouyang Liuyun's face gradually receded, "Did you forget what the doctor said?"

  Ouyang Liuyun wanted to grab the cup from Ye Feibai's hand, but Ye Feibai waved it open, and his lips were pressed tightly into a line: "Don't worry about it!"

  Ouyang Liuyun sighed: "If there is any misunderstanding between you and your sister-in-law, please tell her clearly! If you don't make it clear, how can the sister-in-law know?"

   "Shut up!" Ye Feibai's deep black eyes flashed with a trace of sadness, and his Ying'er is now reluctant to even see him, so how can he explain it clearly?

  Ouyang Liuyun sighed: "Sooner or later you will leave your sister-in-law in anger."

  Yefeibai remembered the scene where Ying'er suddenly lost from his life five years ago. He only felt severe pain in his left chest, and his heart was squeezed tightly together.

  His pupils shrank suddenly, bursting out a cold killing intent, and he would never let Ying'er leave his side again.

  Ouyang Liuyun saw that Ye Feibai was drinking more fiercely, and the wine was poured into his mouth like boiled water.

  A touch of distress flashed in Ouyang Liuyun’s eyes. He was not in good health, and this was no way to continue.

  He raised his glass: "I'll be with you."

  I don’t know how long it took, Ouyang Liuyun saw Ye Feibai lying on the table a little drunk, he whispered: "For the sake of my brother, this son will help you once."

  Ouyang Liuyun helped Ye Feibai on the table and walked into the room.

  Ling Feng wanted to step forward, but when Ouyang Liuyun gave him a look, Ling Feng suddenly understood and pointed to a small room next to the two young masters: "That one."