Yan Fei

Chechen didn't say any more about the Third Young Master Xu.He said that sooner or later they would meet, and there was no need to shake them all off at once.

Then Che Chen took Wu Zhu to get acquainted with Mo Duo Palace.There are countless rooms in the palace, large and small, and it is easy to get lost.Wu Zhu gets tired easily after walking too much, and has to stop from time to time to take a few breaths.

At noon, Chechen asked Wu Zhu to wait under his bedroom, and went to the back kitchen to steal a few wheat cakes and barbecue vegetables. By the pool, put down the basket.

"I'm sweating in such a rush to do something." Wu Zhu thought it was funny, couldn't help laughing, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and finally flicked his forehead lightly with his fingers.

Chechen grinned, took out a piece of wheat cake from the basket, wrapped it with meat and vegetables, and handed it to Wu Zhu as if offering a treasure.

"What is this?" Wu Zhu glanced at the burrito, roughly estimated its size, took it in one bite, washed his hands in the pool, then took the burrito that was about to be torn in half, chewed and swallowed it in his mouth that point.

Che Chen also rolled a portion for himself, and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently: "Landuo and I both like to eat the oatmeal cakes just picked up from the stove, and every time she wants to eat, she asks me to go to the back kitchen to steal them. "

"...Wait a minute, where did this come from?"

Chechen choked for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders, and said frankly: "It was stolen from the back kitchen. Wow, look at my head, I was wrapped up by the cook with a broom!"

For a moment, Wu Zhu didn't know whether to say that he was naughty and didn't wait for the meal, or whether he should say that the heir of the Northern Territory was still being chased and beaten by his servants with brooms. He curled his lips and took another bite of the burrito.

The main ingredient of the burrito is wheat, and it has a strong aroma of wheat when it is cooked.

The burrito that Chechen gave him was dipped in sauce beforehand, and it burst out from the crack along with the meat and vegetables, and it was about to fall on his lap, but Chechen took it quickly and brought it to his lips Tongue rolled and licked the sauce.

"Teacher, I've never eaten wheat cakes before, so I won't be like this if I get used to it." Chechen raised his eyebrows, and continued to eat his burrito.

Wu Zhu couldn't react to his teacher's call for a long time, from his fingers stiff all the way to the tip of his toes, he always felt that he and Chechen were already a little weird after only knowing each other for two days.

He suddenly curled up and buried his face in his arms.Seeing him like this, Chechen was a little frightened, and hurriedly asked him what was wrong.

...In the season of Red Deer Pan, the wind is too hot.

In the afternoon, Wu Zhuyuan wanted to teach him how to play the acacia flute as he said earlier.But Yama and Yana had already moved a bunch of business and schoolwork, and built a mountain around his desk, so Chechen had to deal with the messy mess, while Wu Zhu came to the garden Here, look at his flowers.

Although it was already early autumn, it was very warm in Chechen's courtyard, and the flowers bloomed like it was still in midsummer.Sitting on the wooden couch with his cheeks propped up, Chechen watched Wu Zhu pruning the branches in the yard, accompanied by Yamanya.

In the corner of the courtyard, there is a clump of strange plants with twisted wires. Those bright red lines protrude from the center of the flower, coiled down the flower stem, and when it is wrapped around the fingertips, you can smell a faint floral fragrance.

Wu Zhu was in a good mood, took the scissors from Yama, cut off a few flowers, took off the red thread, walked to Chechen's desk, and wound the thread around Chechen's pen.

After the thread broke away from the flower heart, the fragrance became stronger.Chechen raised the pen and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What is this for?"

Wu Zhu said in a good mood: "Seeing that your writing is boring, let me tease you."

Chechen said with a smile: "Indeed, I feel much better. Thank you."

Wu Zhu squinted his eyes, then went back to the courtyard and continued to take care of the delicate flowers and leaves that were about to die. Ya Na pointed out for him, and Ya Ma helped him take those things.

Usually, the two little girls really found it boring to follow him. They waited on his side, watching him get dizzy from those words, with white stars in front of his eyes, and they had nothing to do by themselves.Now that Wu Zhu is here, helping him and showing him around, they are also very happy.

The last time Xu Zhiming came, he had forgotten when it was, probably a few years ago.Liuyue was a little blunt, and he thought it was a bit troublesome, so he wanted to ask Lu Kamba how to sharpen the knife and the whetstone to go back, and he could sharpen it by himself when he had time.

At that time, he had integrated the saber with Liuyue, and his movements were agile, which made Lu Kampa excited for quite a while.In those days, Xu Zhiming had nothing to do, so he followed him.

After staying by his side for a few afternoons, Xu Zhiming commented: "You are really boring."

Che Chen has a long friendship with him, and he is familiar with rolling his eyes: "I'm here all day reading these heavenly books, of course it's boring."

But Xu Zhiming said: "It's different. You don't feel like you are in your own home now. I can say a word or two about this. My father doesn't like me, and I'm not welcome at home. My grandpa treats me the best. When I stay at home, I feel like... It seems that I am going to someone’s house as a guest, or the kind of family that I don’t have much contact with. In comparison, I still go to the place where I work. It's comfortable to come here. Everyone knows me very well. Although I am the leader, I am also a good friend with them. When I go in and out, I walk shoulder to shoulder. Here, there are your father, your sister, and friends, but no one can accompany you anytime and anywhere."

At that time, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was like this in this life, and he got used to it after many years, so there was no need to be hypocritical.It's just that Wu Zhu is really amazing.

He suddenly felt very comfortable.

It's not the kind of comfort of sleeping in a soft quilt, or squatting by the fire in winter, but having someone to accompany him, which makes him very relaxed and comfortable.Xu Zhiming's words gradually became clear. This is like a real home that belongs to him. Even if he is overwhelmed with work, someone will boil a pot of hot wine for him and take care of the little flowers and plants that he has no time to take care of.

He suddenly felt that he liked Wu Zhu very much.

Although they have only known each other for a day or so, they seem to have known each other for a long time.Wu Zhu's soft temper cannot be hardened, so he will not yell at him, but just run down his fur to comfort the physically and mentally damaged cat.And he has an unrestrained temper, so Wu Zhu would not force him to stick to the bench and not allow him to get up, he would play when he should play, and do things when he should do things.

pretty good.

Chechen felt that he and Wu Zhu might be under the care of the Snow Wolf God. He didn't know what Wu Zhu thought, but he felt so.He is the son of the eldest son, so he has no friends other than Yamanya and Xu Zhiming. After all, Yamana is separated from him by a master and servant, and Xu Zhiming is far away in the Central Plains, and he is often too lazy to respond to him, so he has something to do. Take things on your own.

Wu Zhu gave him an illusion, an illusion that he could behave like a little wolf cub by his side.

Chechen froze for a moment, frowned firmly, then grinned again, stained with ink, and continued to deal with the seemingly insignificant business at hand.