Mr Gingerbread

During the last two days of Han Qiaoyu's stay in Beijing, Lu Ming met other members of the Han family.

Han Qiaoyu called Lu Ming some time in the morning, and said that someone was coming and would be there in a while, and asked him to prepare.

Hearing the noise from his side, Lu Ming seemed to be very busy, so he agreed to tidy up a little bit. He thought it was room service or Han Qiaoye brought some wine over.

When the doorbell rang and Lu Ming went to open the door, he was stunned when he saw the person standing at the door.

The kid standing in front was Han Zizhuo whom he had met abroad before. The young master still had a shy smile on his face, but he was still very happy when he saw Lu Ming. He was wearing a bib and a small t-shirt, and he was wearing a plaster cast with one hand. Hanging around his neck, he took the initiative to hug Lu Ming's leg with his other good hand, and said hello, "Uncle Lu!"

The man standing next to Han Zizhuo is tall and thin, gentle and polite, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, he looks more like a researcher, but the facial features similar to Han Zizhuo are unmistakable, he also smiled when he saw Lu Ming , Stretched out his hand and said politely: "Lu Ming, right? I heard from Qiao Yu before that when I was abroad, I would like to ask you to help me take Xiao Zhuo together. He kept mentioning you when he came back, every mouthful of Uncle Lu, ha ha! He shook hands with Lu Ming, and introduced himself with a smile, "It's the first time we meet, I'm Han Qiaoyu's eldest brother, Han Qiaoyang."

Lu Ming stood in a daze at the door of the room wearing hotel slippers, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Han..."

Han Qiaoyang laughed and said, "It's too outlandish, you are just like Qiao Yu, just call me big brother."

Although this person is familiar, he can be seen to be different from the third brother Han Qiaoye. He has a gentle personality and is not aggressive, so he easily gets along with others.Lu Ming let the father and son in, looked at the cast on Han Zizhuo's arm, and asked, "What's wrong with Xiao Zhuo? Is it serious?"

The eldest brother said: "I accidentally fell and broke a slight fracture. I put on a plaster cast and it's fine. It's almost healed."

Lu Ming bent down and touched the child's head, asking him, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurt a few days ago, but it doesn't hurt anymore." Han Zizhuo was as lively as a puppy, wagging his tail whenever he touched it.

"You see, I didn't say hello when I came suddenly, did I delay your rest?" Han Qiaoyang adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked helplessly at the son next to him: "I made an appointment with Qiao Yu, and when he finally left I invited you to dinner together that day, but the youngest was so fast that I accidentally said your name that day, Xiao Zhuo kept clamoring to see you after hearing it..."

His purpose of coming here is very simple, it was completely requested by the children at home, and he came here by the way to thank him.

Han Qiaoyang also brought a gift. It was a small box of cakes. He put it on the table and gave it to Lu Ming politely. But before he left, Han Zizhuo was a little unresponsive. He looked at Lu Ming and then at the cake, and looked up at him. Dad said: "But, Uncle Lu hasn't eaten yet?"

Han Qiaoyang knelt down and said, "Uncle Lu has other things to do, he will eat later. Be good, go to the meeting with Dad, wait next door for Dad, let the assistant uncle play with you."

Han Zizhuo was a little unhappy standing there and didn't really want to leave.

Han Qiaoyang was very patient, and he didn't force the child. Instead, he lowered himself down and reasoned with the child seriously, with a soft and gentle voice.Han Zizhuo blinked and looked at Lu Ming. He looked pitifully injured, and his small arm in plaster looked very miserable. When he was about to nod with his mouth flattened, he heard Lu Ming on the other side speak. up.

"If big brother is at ease, Xiao Zhuo can follow me today. Anyway, I'll be in the hotel all day. Just pick him up after you're done."

The unexpected joy came too fast, not only Han Zizhuo was happy, but even the eldest brother Han Qiaoyang pushed his glasses a little helplessly, and said, "Is it really possible? Oh, thank you Lu Ming, I am so troublesome to you!"

Little friend Han Zizhuo stayed again, but this time he proposed it on his own initiative, and he felt very happy.

The young master tried his best not to show it, but lifted the cake box in front of Lu Ming with one hand, and said to him with a treasured face: "Uncle Lu, this is very delicious. I ate one in the morning and specially gave it to you. Bring it!"

Lu Ming opened it and saw that there was a small piece of date paste cake inside, which was not gorgeous, but when he took a bite, he soon heard the sound of the child next to him swallowing his saliva, which was very loud.

Lu Ming turned around and pushed towards him: "You want to take a bite too?"

Han Zizhuo stared at the cake intently, but still shook his head, bit his finger and said, "Ask Dad."

Lu Ming was so soft in his heart that he bit the cake and watched him swallow, while thinking about Fang Jingyao's childhood—his nephew already knew how to lick the whole orange in his hand when he was over four years old, just to prevent other cousins ​​from stealing it.

After admiring the young master's longing eyes, Lu Ming put back half of the jujube paste cake in the box, and smiled at him, "Then I'll keep these for you, and I'll call your father at noon to see if you still want to let me go." Eat, okay?"

Han Zizhuo nodded reservedly, his love for Lu Ming rose again, and he ran over to hug his leg as if he couldn't help it.

Lu Ming was so amused by him, he was already good at raising children, especially Han Zizhuo, who was so obedient, basically give Han Zizhuo a few pens and a drawing book, and the child can play by himself all morning without delaying other things.

Before Han Zizhuo came, he was still thinking about origami, but after seeing Lu Ming draw a few pictures on the paper, he immediately "wow", his eyes were full of admiration.

Lu Ming asked him, "Like this? If you want something, I'll draw it for you."

Han Zizhuo was shy, but quickly blinked and said that he wanted a Spiderman. Lu Ming drew one for him, and the child was very happy holding the piece of paper.

Lu Ming saw that he didn't like the plaster cast on his arm, so he drew his favorite Transformers on the plaster. It was very cool. Holding a pen in his hand was like using magic. A child's eyes lit up instantly I got it, and soon I got to play with Lu Ming, and finally climbed to Lu Ming's lap and sat down to let him draw cartoon people, and I was so sticky to him.

When Han Qiaoyu came back, he saw his four-year-old nephew playing clapping games with Lu Ming.

The palms of the two are in the air, and the palms are facing each other. The person above is responsible for escaping, while the person below seizes every opportunity to hit the opponent, and if he hits the back of the opponent's hand, he wins.

It's a small game that tests flexibility, but when it comes to Lu Ming, it seems to have completely changed its nature.

Han Zizhuo was in charge of hiding. Before the little meaty hand could escape, Lu Ming slapped him with a backhand. Lu Ming lazily said, "You lost."

Han Zizhuo had probably never played such a game with adults before, so he said with a sullen face, "Come again."

The next time, Lu Ming made a few fake moves, which frightened the child to quickly move his hands away several times, but he only stared at Lu Ming's right hand, and was suddenly slapped by Lu Ming with his left hand.

Han Zizhuo: "??"

Lu Ming pinched his nose, smiled and said, "Little friend, now I will teach you the first principle of life. In this world, there are not only good people who follow the rules, but also 'bad people'. Have you ever seen bad people?"

The young master said dryly: "One more time."

This time the child was defending left and right, but Lu Ming grabbed the little hand, and after grabbing it, he slapped him firmly.Probably because of the blood of the Han family flowing in his body, the child Han Zizhuo refused to admit defeat, so he insisted on doing it again. This time, he hugged Lu Ming's hand earlier, but he was still pulled over, followed by a light kiss and landed on Lu Ming's hand. on his forehead.

I have never seen such a child who breaks the rules so brazenly: "???"

Han Qiaoyu saw this scene just after entering the door: "..."

Han Zizhuo tugged at Lu Ming and refused to let him go, and he began to doubt his life: "No, no...how can this be done? I haven't taught it before."

"Why not? You don't need to teach. Think about it yourself." Lu Ming patted his forehead with a smile, "Do you still want to play?"

Han Zizhuo blushed: "Play!"

Han Qiaoyu picked up the child directly from behind the sofa, and took the child away with a blank expression: "I'm not playing anymore, you have to go eat."

Han Zizhuo was still turning his head to look at Lu Ming in his second uncle's arms, and then looked at his second uncle eagerly: "Uncle Lu is also hungry."

Han Qiaoyu pinched his nose: "Of course we eat together."

When Lu Ming went to change clothes, Han Zizhuo was still trying to get the leftover jujube paste cake, and he seemed to want to take it to the restaurant to eat.

Han Qiaoyu took it over to look at it, and it was not very fresh after a whole morning, so he asked him, "Do you want to eat this?"

"I have to ask my father before I can eat it." Han Zizhuo followed the cake and moved his eyes, "I brought it for Uncle Lu, and he said to share it with me."

Han Qiaoyu didn't intend to feed Lu Ming and the child such a sweet and greasy food, and they were going to eat soon, and they both had a picky eater, so it must not taste good.But the little nephew kept following him around like a puppy, so he couldn't just throw it away, so he said, "You can't eat this, come here, and feed me."

The expressions of both of them were very struggling, and they looked like they were about to cry with tears in their eyes, and they also looked hard to swallow when they ate.

The child asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Han Qiaoyu simply said: "It's not delicious, don't bring it again next time."

Han Zizhuo: "QAQ!!"

Lunch was settled in the restaurant downstairs. Han Qiaoyu didn't mean to avoid people. He took Lu Ming and his little nephew to find a seat by the window and sat down. When ordering, he asked, "Are there any winter bamboo shoots?" Lu Ming liked to eat this, Han Qiaoyu remembered the few meals they had together.

Han Qiaoyu brought food to Lu Ming, and Han Zizhuo followed suit, saying in a childish voice, "Eat more."

Han Qiaoyu glanced at the child, and said to Lu Ming, "Thank you for your hard work this morning, did Xiaozhuo give you any trouble?"

Lu Ming smiled and said, "No, he's very obedient, and I'm bored in the room myself, so just talk to me."

Han Qiaoyu said: "It's all over for tonight. I'll have a free day tomorrow. Is there any place you want to go?"

Lu Ming thought for a while and said, "There is an art exhibition nearby, I want to see it."

Han Qiaoyu nodded and said, "Okay."

The eldest brother was still a bit busy, and he didn't come to pick up his son in time at noon, so Lu Ming coaxed the child to take a nap. Han Zizhuo had a good time playing all morning, and he slept more honestly at noon, and fell asleep with a small snoring after a while.

Lu Ming took very good care of the children, and Han Qiaoyu was a bit appreciative of them.

Han Qiaoyu still had work in the afternoon, so he came back to take a break at noon. He was not in the habit of taking a nap, but when he saw Lu Ming lying on the sofa, he couldn't help but walked over, stood there watching him hug the pillow, and said: " You want to sleep here?"

Lu Ming said: "Just lie down, I'm a little sleepy."

The sofa was very spacious, so Lu Ming simply tidied it up. Seeing that Han Qiaoyu was still standing there, he asked him, "Do you want to come and sleep for a while?"

Han Qiaoyu came over, looked at Lu Ming lying there and rubbed against the pillow twice, bent down and reached out to touch his cheek, and said with downcast eyes: "No, I'll go out later."

Lu Ming stepped aside and looked up at him.

Han Qiaoyu stood there for a while, half kneeling on the edge of the sofa, kissing him, and whispering his name.Lu Ming chased after him, and gave a soft "huh", Han Qiaoyu rubbed the back of his head to let him relax, and when they parted, he could still see the tip of his tongue that hadn't been retracted, and half-closed misty eyes.

He gently rubbed Lu Ming's lips with his fingertips, reluctantly said: "I really have to go..."

Lu Ming's shirt was half opened, and the response with his eyes closed was a series of light kisses, from the corner of his lips to his chin, "Yeah."

Han Qiaoyu was a little fascinated, and took a lot of effort to pull himself out of this tender indulgence. It had been a long time since they had argued about the house that day, and they hadn't been this intimate for a long time. Dare to act recklessly, Lu Ming is also lack of interest, this time it is Lu Ming's initiative to approach.

Han Qiaoyu kissed him again, and said, "I'll come back early tonight, wait for me, okay?"

Lu Ming smiled and said, "I'm right here, where else can I go without waiting for you?"

Han Qiaoyu also laughed, and before he left, he came back, kissed his forehead twice, and said, "You are not allowed to kiss any other man, not even a four-year-old."

Lu Ming pushed his face away and urged him to leave with a smile.