[70s] Educated youth who went to the countryside was taken home by Village bully

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Chapter 266 Huo Dalanggou also has his moments of fear (two in one)

An Kongkong prepared a black Mao suit for Huo Chuanxian, with a white cotton shirt with a stand-up collar. Coincidentally, the Mao suit and the white shirt inside seemed to be tailor-made for him, and the cut, fabric, and pattern were better than those bought in state-owned shopping malls in big cities.

When Huo Chuanxian realized this, the tension in his heart finally relaxed a lot.

Being able to prepare such good clothes for him was enough to prove her satisfaction with her future son-in-law.

That's good!

Huo Chuanxian chuckled and turned to open the door of the guest room.

"Not bad, it looks good!" An Wenya nodded with satisfaction.

The man was tall and strong, but not too exaggerated. He was over 1.9 meters tall, as straight as a pine tree, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, straight and slender legs, short dark hair, and a healthy light wheat complexion.

Although he was not the kind of elegant and bookish person with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and fair skin that young girls and wives like nowadays, his inherent noble temperament had not been worn away by the hardships of so many years. On the contrary, his growing experience and various experiences made him more calm and solemn. He was like a sharp blade in a scabbard, revealing its sharp and cold side at any time.

Even if he wears ordinary clothes on weekdays, he can't hide his uniqueness. Now he wears a straight and solemn Zhongshan suit, which makes Huo Chuanxian, who was originally cold and dignified, look more gentle and refined.

Huo Chuanxian likes this kind of Huo Chuanxian.

"I heard that An Kongkong made this for you based on a set of clothes left by the young master of the Huo family. He has never made clothes for anyone except me."

I didn't expect that the mysterious uncle could make clothes. Huo Chuanxian couldn't help but stroke the black coat on his body. The smile on his face couldn't be suppressed. This smile made him less solemn and more gentle.

"It's my honor."

An Wenya smiled and held the man's hand, pulling him out: "Let's go, Kongkong is waiting outside."

An Kongkong noticed the two young men coming out, slowly put down the teacup, stood up leisurely from the chair, and turned to face the two people walking towards him.

It was the first time that Huo Chuanxian saw this mysterious and powerful uncle in front of him. When he saw An Kongkong for the first time, there was inevitably a look of amazement in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a natural respect.

Because of the old-fashioned ideas of this era, the talk of ghosts and gods has become a taboo, but when Huo Chuanxian saw An Kongkong, a young man wearing a long gauze robe, waist-length hair, and a jade hairpin as a crown, and still with the airy demeanor of a banished immortal, Huo Chuanxian felt as if he had seen the ancient immortals in the old sayings and legends with his own eyes.

Is this really real?

If An Wenya knew this, she would nod to Huo Chuanxian with certainty, and then tell him that this immortal not only existed, but an hour ago he had changed his robe, rolled up his trousers and was planting herbs in the medicinal field behind.

The thought lasted only a moment. When Huo Chuanxian walked in front of An Kongkong, he took a deep breath nervously and nodded respectfully to greet him: "Hello, little cousin."

An Kongkong smiled and nodded, looking up and down at Huo Chuanxian's clothes, gently curling his lips, and even his voice was ethereal and divine.

"Not bad, it fits me perfectly, but it seems to be missing something." An Kongkong glanced at Huo Chuanxian's clothes again, and then spread his hands for a while, and a dark blue pen appeared in front of Huo Chuanxian out of thin air, successfully making this silly boy from the Huo family who had never seen the world gasp again.