Mystery Makes Me Strong

After a while, Wen Rende seemed to recover, and his courage grew again, urging Wen Rensheng to say: "What kind of hermit, just say something that your father can't understand, quickly answer the question I just asked, why did I tell you?" That story?"

"The meaning of your telling this story is that you feel that you eat white rice every day and feel guilty in your heart, so you try to inspire me and try to do something for me. Sigh, Brother De is really a kind person..." Wen Ren raised his voice He continued to look at his phone, sighing solemnly.

"I'm ashamed of your size? You don't want to pass the test!" Wen Rende suddenly became angry, and then he said confidently, "It's only natural for me to eat my son; it's only right for my son to eat me. I can eat your white rice, which shows that I am well educated." .Wait, I was almost fooled by you. I said it myself, and my purpose is to tell you that sharpening a knife is not a mistake for a woodcutter..."

"Well, then I understand. Thank you, Brother De, for your concern. I have never been impatient in my work, and I have always left work on time. It is not necessary and I will never work overtime." Wen Rensheng looked moved.

"Do you understand? I mean, you see Xiaohan is so stupid. I just heard from her this afternoon that she couldn't get in the top 50 in the school for ordinary people. Would you help her sharpen her knife?" Wen Ren De was so frustrated that he had no choice but to speak clearly.

"Hahaha," Wen Rensheng laughed suddenly, "Brother De, brother De, it's fine if you play tricks on her, but you still want to trick me?"

"Thank you uncle, but I still want to work hard on my own." Zhao Han quickly refused.

Wen Rende sighed, stretched out his hand and patted the dog's head angrily: "You are so stupid, really. Of course hard work is a necessary condition, but that can only determine your lower limit. In the mysterious world, a person's upper limit is often determined by various outsiders. It depends on the conditions. Guo Jing doesn't have Huang Rong's small kitchen, making friends with all kinds of experts, such as Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, Duan Huangye... Can he have such a high upper limit? He only relies on his own efforts, at most he can be at the level of the Quanzhen Seven Sons. "

"Old De, what you said is wrong. You are completely using external factors to cover up internal factors," Mr. Wu who was watching the news suddenly retorted, "It's just that there is no Huang Rong. Guo Daxia has been valued by Quanzhen Taoist Ma Yu before. With his character and talent, he worked hard, and then he learned from teachers all the way, so he can still inherit the mantle of Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong, and his achievements will not be far behind."

"Impossible, he's an idiot who doesn't know how to seize the opportunity when it comes to him. He will only miss the bottom all the way, and end up at the level of a second-rate master." Wen Rende was furious at the moment.

While the two were arguing, a slender figure carrying a large bag walked into the courtyard. He was approaching the villa, but suddenly stopped still...

At this moment, Wen Rensheng finally raised his head, and said seriously to Zhao Han: "Actually, Brother De is right. Anyway, I am also teaching the skill of extraordinary memory. There is indeed a way for you to master it quickly. But you must fully You can do it only by trusting me. Because I need to use my alien power to stimulate and strengthen the corresponding areas in your mind in order, so that your alien can remember those running routes..."

When Old Wu heard this, he subconsciously said, "You really dare to do this?"

"After all, it's my son who perfectly inherited my kindness, which really makes me feel very relieved." Wen Rende was as happy as a child in his teens when he heard this.

Zhao Han was also very excited when he heard the words. Isn't this the most classic mode of passing on skills from masters? This is the protagonist's treatment!

The narrator is really awesome!

But then she felt that she couldn't pass the psychological barrier, and shook her head with difficulty: "Well, teacher, it seems unfair to other students if we make up lessons in private, right? Sister Shanshan doesn't seem to be able to do it yet."

"She..." Wen Ren raised his brows and frowned, just as he was about to say something, he saw two middle-aged men pricking up their ears one after another, and immediately said, "Let's talk in the study."

"Tch, it seems like no one is willing to listen..." Wen Rende said angrily.

"That's right, isn't it just about young people?" Old Wu echoed sullenly, "You have to pay attention, this is China, not the messy America. Any relationship that is not for the purpose of marriage is a hooligan. As long as you report it, you will be shot."

"Wu Liansong, don't be like this, I'm scared." Wen Rende was startled when Wen Rensheng was still doing nothing, "Whoever is shot or not is the old regulation of the last century."

"I said your son, what are you afraid of?" Old Wu was a little surprised.

Wen Rende had nothing to say, but quickly reacted: "Of course I have to be afraid. That is my son. You shot him one by one. If I am not worried, can I still be this father?"

Wu Liansong thought about it and nodded. There's nothing wrong with it.

But Wen Rende stared at him suddenly, thoughtfully.

Wen Rensheng ignored the two of them, they were just two old widows, hugging each other to keep warm.

He got up and walked towards the study, exited the hall, and entered the corner of the corridor on the left. Zhao Han hesitated and followed.

Wen Rende saw Wen Rensheng leaving, immediately grabbed Wu Liansong's clothes, and said in a low voice: "I just found out today that you and Shanshan have very similar eyes, and your names are very similar, and you care so much about her affairs, don't you? "

But at this moment, after the corner of the corridor, Wen Rensheng didn't take a few steps, but stopped immediately...

Zhao Han, who was following behind, just felt powerless to complain: The routine of the two father and son is really the longest road she has traveled.

"It's all right," Wu Liansong said in a deep voice, "She is my daughter, my only daughter, but she doesn't recognize me and doesn't let me tell others. I don't have a better life than you. If I'm so useless, my wife and son still don't care about me." Never give up."

Wen Rende immediately urged: "What happened between you? If you tell me, I can help you. After all, that child is very good to me, but he looks too smart and even gloomy. I don't dare to talk too much about it." Mind her business."

"Yeah, she's just too smart," Wu Liansong seemed to want to find someone to vent his feelings, he hesitated for a while, and then said, "Actually, her mother is just an ordinary person, but her mother and I are very affectionate and we want to stay together It's a lifetime. It's just a twist of fate, after Xiaobai gave birth to her, she got terminally ill when she was thirteen years old."

Wen Rende's face became heavy when he heard this: "I seem to have guessed the next development, could it be you?"

"That's right, although technology is powerful now, there are still too many unsolvable problems in the medical field. And those alien species in the medical field are too weak for her to bear. There is only one way to save her, that is Just give her my xenograft..."

"The power of a foreign species can automatically make people have extraordinary physique, and can eliminate all lesions. I have already contacted the transplant organization under the Inspection Department, and used the privileges of experts to force them to agree to my transplant application." Wu Liansong sighed deeply. .

"Next, it should be..." Wen Rende patted him on the shoulder, he had already guessed the ending.

"I don't know how Xiaobai found out about this. She jumped off the 12th floor of the inpatient department..." Wu Liansong said with tears in his eyes, holding his head, "She was right when she scolded me, I was too incompetent!"

Wen Rende was silent, but hugged the old brother's shoulders tightly.

Corridor corner.

Zhao Han burst into tears.

Wen Rende was indifferent, with deep eyes.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect Sister Shanshan to have such a past, no wonder she treated me like that before, she definitely doesn't want to lose the person she loves again." She muttered to herself.

"Okay, do you still want to sharpen your blunt knife? Forget it, my time is precious." Wen Rensheng urged, perfectly showing the work style of an efficient person.

"Teacher, how can you be so ruthless and cold!" Zhao Han said angrily, raising his tear-stained face.

"Where am I ruthless and cruel?" Wenren raised his head and walked without looking back.

"You are ruthless and cruel!" Zhao Han followed angrily.

"Death is not the end." A very familiar yet indifferent female voice came back from Wenren's ascent.

Zhao Han was taken aback for a moment, what's going on?

How could the teacher make Sister Shanshan's voice?

"This is what she told you. I just imitated it. Let's experience it." Wen Rensheng kept on stepping.

Isn't death the end?

Zhao Han suddenly felt a little creepy, stopped crying, only felt that the surroundings were a little cold, and hurriedly followed Wen Rensheng.

Although this guy is ruthless, he has a sense of security...