Song Daddy: My Liver Is About to Shatter!

When Song Shuhang gets home, he'll have to face Old Lü head-on. Old Lü's fighting power is definitely more than three times his usual strength after drinking. Dad Song rubbed his liver area.

That kid Shuhang is really something. If he wanted to go home, he should have called earlier so he could have been mentally prepared. Now, he only called when he was about ten minutes away from home. Dad Song was completely unprepared!

"Be careful on your way home, and come up to say hello to your Uncle Lü when you get home... By the way, why is it so noisy over there?" Dad Song said loudly, holding the phone between his head and his ear. He specifically mentioned "Uncle Lü" so that Song Shuhang would be mentally prepared when he returned.

"Haha, it's nothing, it's just that the mode of transportation I took back this time was a bit unusual." Song Shuhang chuckled. "I'll hang up now, I'll be home soon."

After saying that, Song Shuhang hung up the phone.

Dad Song put away his phone, puzzled. Was the mode of transportation unusual? What kind of vehicle would make such a loud engine noise?

A sports car? No, that's not the sound. It sounds a bit like the engine of a transport ship that used to run on the river, or the sound of a tractor, which is rarely heard in the village nowadays?

A tractor? Holy crap, no way? Dad Song felt a chill run down his spine, and he couldn't help but shiver.

No, it shouldn't be like that. I haven't skimped on Song Shuhang's living expenses, Song Shuhang certainly wouldn't be so destitute as to take a tractor home.

I must have misheard—maybe it's an SUV that sounds like a tractor?

As he was thinking, Dad Song glanced at the BMW 7 Series parked in front of his house.

Son, whatever you do, don't come back on a tractor—otherwise, your old man will truly lose face.

"Old Song, is that Shuhang calling?" At this moment, Old Lü was standing next to him, let out a loud burp and asked with a booming laugh, "Is he going home?"

"Ah, yes. That kid Shuhang surprised us, saying he'd be home in a minute. Honey, Shuhang said he'll be there in ten minutes, so prepare a few more dishes!" Dad Song called out to Mom Song.

"Oh, they're coming back? This child, really, didn't even tell me beforehand." Mom Song laughed, thankfully she had prepared a lot of ingredients to welcome Old Lü today.

"Old Song, where's your Shuhang now? Should I have Tianyou drive him to pick him up? Haha!" Old Lü laughed heartily, "It's been over a year since I've seen Shuhang. I wonder how he's grown up?"

"Ha, no need to trouble Tianyou. The child said he came by car and will be home soon." Dad Song chuckled dryly.

Then, Dad Song started drinking with Old Lü like crazy.

Ten minutes... If he could, Dad Song really wanted to get Old Lü drunk, so that it wouldn't matter what kind of car Shuhang came in.

Because no matter how much he thought about it, he felt that the 'boom boom boom' sound was just like a tractor, and he was very panicked!

Unfortunately, Old Lü isn't someone who gets drunk so easily.

Ten minutes passed quickly...

Downstairs, a strange 'putt-putt-putt, roar-roar-roar' engine sound came from.

Song Shuhang, we're home!

As Song Shuhang approached home, he found a secluded corner, tore off the 'invisible' rune from the array runes that Senior White had pasted on the tractor, and the tractor came out of its invisible state.

Song Shuhang didn't tear off the other runes, otherwise the tractor's speed of twenty or thirty miles per hour would be too alarming. As long as the tractor was visible, it wouldn't scare anyone. As for the speed, he could slow it down gradually when they got closer to home!

Actually, at first, Song Shuhang wanted to quietly park the tractor in an open space near his home and not drive it home—because he felt a little embarrassed to drive it home. More importantly, Uncle Lü was at home. Song Shuhang knew very well that Uncle Lü and his father were close friends who always compared and teased each other. If he drove the tractor home... he didn't even want to think about it.

However, the meteorite and the Daoist Cloudmist he found along the way forced Song Shuhang to abandon the plan. He couldn't possibly carry Senior White and the Daoist Cloudmist home while also dragging a large meteorite, could he?

So in the end, Song Shuhang gritted his teeth, abandoned his shame and integrity, and drove his tractor home with a rumble.

Actually, when you think about it, a hand-operated tractor is pretty cool.

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"Is that Shuhang back?" Hearing the roar, Old Lü stood up from his chair, laughing heartily as he walked to the window. He wanted to see what Old Song's son looked like after a year apart.

As Dad Song listened to the strange rumbling noises downstairs, his bad premonition grew stronger. He stiffened his face and followed Old Lü to the window.

The two of them looked downstairs at the same time.

Upon seeing this, both Old Lü and Dad Song's expressions changed simultaneously.

Downstairs, Song Shuhang was gripping the handlebars of a hand tractor with both hands, his whole body bouncing with the tractor's movement, looking quite excited.

There was a large rock trailing behind the tractor...

It's a tractor, and a hand-operated one at that!

What kind of show is this?

A moment later... Song Shuhang parked the tractor with a flourish!

"Hehehe, Old Song, your son's hand tractor is really awesome, so cool! I remember driving one of these twenty years ago, a hand tractor, wow! Where did you find such an antique? You can't even see these on the road anymore, can you?" Old Lü pointed downstairs and laughed loudly.

Just thinking about his son's BMW 7 Series and the hand tractor that Old Song Family's son drove home next to it filled Old Lü with a secret sense of satisfaction. With this joke, he could be happy for a whole year!

Beside him, Dad Song's face turned ashen with anger. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could run down right now and pin Song Shuhang to the ground and beat him mercilessly.

This brat actually came back in a tractor! And he didn't just ride in a tractor; Song Shuhang drove it home himself!

And what's more, it's a handrail type!

No, Dad Song felt like his liver was about to rupture!

Downstairs, after Song Shuhang parked the tractor, he lifted another figure from beside the driver's seat.

"A guest?" Dad Song's expression softened slightly.

But why is Shuhang carrying the guest?

While he was pondering this, Song Shuhang rummaged around behind the tractor again and found another person next to the large rock—this person was of a much more serious nature!

Dad Song could see that the person they found later had very little clothing on him. In broad daylight, he was completely Guoguo – what kind of behavior was that?

Song Shuhang casually grabbed the man from the back of the tractor and hoisted him onto his other shoulder.

Then, carrying one on his left shoulder and one on his right, he swayed and staggered upstairs to his apartment.

"What kind of show is this now?" Old Lü asked, looking puzzled.

Dad Song shook his head; how would he know what was going on?

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Soon, Song Shuhang went upstairs and knocked on the door.

Mom Song jogged over and opened the door.

Upon seeing them, Mom Song asked worriedly, "Shuhang, what's with those two people on your shoulders?"

"Haha, don't mind him." Song Shuhang shrugged his left shoulder, where the Venerable White was still in seclusion. "The one on the left is my good friend. I invited him to our house. But he got sleepy and fell asleep on the way. You know, once he falls asleep, he sleeps like a log, and we can't wake him up no matter what we do."

"..." Mom Song glanced at Venerable White. He wasn't just sleepy; he was sleeping way too soundly!

The Venerable White was hanging entirely on Song Shuhang's shoulders, his long hair hanging upside down and cascading down... His hands hung limply at his sides, and his legs, which were hanging on Song Shuhang's back, swayed and rocked as Shuhang walked.

This kid can still sleep so soundly; his sleep quality is amazing!

Mom Song sighed and said, "Oh dear, just hand this girl over to me. Honestly, how could you carry such a young girl up here like this?"

Looking at Venerable White's long, black hair, and given Venerable White slender build, Mom Song mistook him for Venerable White at first glance.

"What girl? Cough cough, Mom, Bai... Song Bai is a man. He just has long hair. He studies art, so long hair is very common." Song Shuhang made up a story.

Fortunately, Zhao Yaya wasn't visiting his house at the time, otherwise she would have immediately seen through Song Shuhang's lie.

"What? It's a boy?" Mom Song looked immediately disappointed.

She thought Song Shuhang had finally Aperture Opening and started bringing girls home! But now, almost a year into university, this blockhead has brought a boy home as a guest! Unbelievable!

"What about the one on your right?" Mom Song looked at the Daoist Cloudmist on her right, and was startled when she saw him—this guy looked terrible, his face covered in blood? His body seemed to have been burned, there was a burnt smell, and his clothes were torn to shreds. However, the exposed skin was intact and did not look burned.

"I found this wounded man by the roadside. I looked at him and saw that he only had some minor injuries, but he had fainted. I thought it wasn't good for him to lie there in the suburbs, so I brought him back with me." Song Shuhang smiled kindly.

"You..." Mom Song sighed, pressing her forehead in exasperation. She was truly exasperated by her son's 'good-natured' nature. "Shouldn't you be calling the hospital first? What if you move the injured person around and worsen their condition?"

There's one more thing, Mom Song didn't say aloud—what if you encounter an injured soldier who tries to extort money from you? You'll be left speechless then.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Song Shuhang said with a smile. "I know this guy too. I'll call his family to come pick him up in a bit. He won't cause any trouble!"

"You know them? That's good then." Mom Song sighed, "Alright, stop lingering at the door, hurry up and bring them in. Put the injured person in the guest room first, and your friend can stay in your room for now."

"Okay, no problem." Song Shuhang carried Venerable White and Daoist Cloudmist, and greeted his father and Uncle Lü by the window as they passed through the hall.

Then, without blushing or panting, he carried Venerable White and Daoist Cloudmist into the bedroom.

"Your Shuhang is quite strong!" Old Lü said to Dad Song, leaning against the window with a ruddy complexion.

He carried two people upstairs in one go, without even breaking a sweat.

"This kid has a lot of brute strength," Dad Song said with a smile. "By the way, has Song Shuhang grown taller recently? He's much taller than the last time I saw him."

"Come on, come with me downstairs and let's try out your son's tractor." Old Lü was deliberately hitting Dad Song's sore spot. "I haven't touched a hand-operated tractor in years!"

Wanting to drive a hand tractor was just an excuse; Old Lü was clearly trying to provoke Dad Song.

"You old fool, stop fooling around. You've drunk so much, aren't you afraid of causing a traffic accident?" Dad Song sneered.

"What's there to be afraid of? More than twenty years ago, I was drinking Erguotou in my left hand and driving a hand-held tractor in my right, and I never had any accidents. I know my own alcohol tolerance. Besides, I'm just going to take it for a spin on White Whale Road, what's there to be afraid of?" Old Lü said smugly, then waved to Lü Tianyou in the living room. "Tianyou, come here and crank the tractor for me, let's take it for a spin!"

Shaking a tractor? Lü Tianyou really wanted to cry at that moment.

Dad Song sighed, but he had no choice but to go down with Old Lü —he couldn't leave without going; who knew what would happen if Old Lü went crazy and drove the tractor off somewhere far away, causing a drunken rampage?

The three of them went downstairs. Old Lü climbed into the driver's seat with an excited expression, stroking the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar tractor handlebars with both hands.

Time flies! More than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and my son has grown up.

He insisted on trying out the hand tractor, though he was ostensibly trying to rub salt in Dad Song's wounds. But he genuinely wanted to reminisce about the feeling of driving a hand tractor.

"Tianyou, don't just stand there, go up and start the tractor!" Old Lü called out to his son.

Lü Tianyou smiled wryly, grabbed the crank handle of the tractor, and then, with his buttocks sticking out, began to crank it vigorously. He had often seen Old Lü cranking tractors when he was a child, so he was very familiar with the process.

Boom boom boom... Thud thud thud.

The hand tractor was started again.

"Get in the car, get in the car. You two go to the back, let me take you for a spin!" Old Lü shouted excitedly.

Dad Song, looking helpless, climbed behind the tractor.

Lü Tianyou's lips twitched. "So I don't need to go up, right?"

"Pah! If you don't get on, what if the engine stalls halfway through? Who's going to crank the tractor then?" Old Lü retorted angrily.

Lü Tianyou smiled wryly and climbed over to Dad Song.

"Why did Shuhang bring back this huge rock?" Lü Tianyou asked, looking at the rock.

Dad Song shook his head.

Upstairs, as Song Shuhang was settling Daoist Cloudmist down and Venerable White into his bed, he suddenly heard the sound of a tractor starting up downstairs.

Song Shuhang quickly ran to the window and looked down.

Then I saw Uncle Lü sitting excitedly in the driver's seat of the tractor, while Dad Song and Lü Tianyou sat in the tractor's trailer. The tractor slowly started moving.

Oh my god! Song Shuhang broke out in a cold sweat.

The Venerable White had only removed the invisible rune array from the tractor; the arrays that accelerated it and reduced friction and resistance remained. This tractor could now travel at 100 miles per hour!

Please vote for this chapter! This chapter is 4000 words long, so it took me a while to write. I accidentally went past midnight again. Oh no!