Following the voice, the speaker was a man dressed in a crisp military uniform shirt, with clear, handso features and a tall, upright stature.
He sat with great posture, his back as straight as a poplar tree, and there were so slight similarities between his eyes and those of Song Weiyang, appearing to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
Ning Xixi calculated and guessed that he must be her cousin: Song Zhizhou.
Another voice, warm and amiable, said, "He is our future brother-in-law, brother, you should be a bit nicer to him."
Ning Xixi turned her gaze and saw a man in a white shirt and black trousers, wearing gold-rimd glasses, and holding a book, smiling at her.
If Song Zhizhou was the aloof handso idol, then this man was undoubtedly the epito of a warm-hearted gentleman.
Ning Xixi thought, he must be her other cousin: Song Zhiyang, who was three years younger than Song Zhizhou.
Both their fathers are brothers of Song Weiyang and also Ning Xixi’s uncles.
Song Zhizhou was in the military, and Song Zhiyang was studying for a master’s degree in the imperial capital; both rarely returned ho to the Song Family.
"Xixi, aren’t you going to greet your brothers?" Song Zhiyang said with a smile.
Ning Xixi, sowhat nervously, greeted, "Hello, Brother Zhizhou, Brother Zhiyang."
The Song Family and Ji Family had similar dynamics, more n and fewer daughters, mostly in the military, all quite stern and stringent. Suddenly having a soft, cute, and clever little sister like Ning Xixi excited the brothers greatly, though they maintained a calm façade.
Song Zhizhou stiffly nodded, "Hello."
Inner OS: Sister is so cute, sister is so well-behaved, what pose should I do to make sister think I’m cool? Should I take sister shooting? Should I take sister to see train troops?~\(≧▽≦)/~
Song Zhiyang ruffled Ning Xixi’s hair, his affability through the roof, "Sister, why are you so short? Didn’t the Ji Family feed you well, huh... My future brother-in-law, did you eat all the good food at ho and not give any to my sister?"
Ji Yebai raised an eyebrow, realizing that among the two brothers of the Song Family, the seemingly friendly Song Zhiyang was actually the more difficult one to deal with.
"I will treat her doubly well, from now on she eats at and I drink soup," Ji Yebai said sincerely.
Ning Xixi hurriedly explained, "Dabai treats very well, and so does the Ji family..."
Song Zhiyang interrupted her, "Sister, Brother Zhizhou is really good at martial arts, do you want to see him boxing?"
"Ah?" Ning Xixi, puzzled, slowly nodded, "Umm."
Song Zhiyang pushed up his glasses, speaking harmlessly, "Boxing alone is no fun; you need at least a sparring partner. I’m too unskilled to be presentable. Grandpa is old, it wouldn’t be right to have him spar, would it? Looking around, there’s only one suitable candidate—"
"Ji Yebai?" Ning Xixi asked, still confused.
"Since sister said so, my future brother-in-law, you wouldn’t refuse, right?"
Ji Yebai sighed helplessly, marrying a wife is more challenging than passing five levels and slaying six generals! First, to win the bride’s heart, then her grandfather’s approval, and now even her brothers!
"To be Brother Zhizhou’s opponent is an honor."
...
Martial Arts Training Field.
Ning Xixi anxiously watched Ji Yebai on the field, "Is Brother Zhizhou very strong? Does it hurt a lot to be hit by him?"
"Not at all," Song Zhiyang smiled like a fox.
Rest assured, it’s not "might hurt"; it’s "definitely will hurt!"
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