[Qi Fu] Qi Chu said return

The life in Changsha City has not changed much, except that Zhang Qishan has a little adjutant beside him.

The little adjutant followed Zhang Qishan every step of the way, and it took two years in the blink of an eye.

Two years is neither short nor long, and it is enough for the little adjutant to get used to his new identity, get used to being in Buddha's office every day, sorting documents into categories, and helping Buddha with official duties.

As for Zhang Qishan's likes and dislikes, the little adjutant remembered better than Zhang Qishan, there was only one thing that Zhang Qishan remembered better than him.

Little Lieutenant's birthday.

Zhang Qishan didn't have his own birthday, but he remembered the little adjutant's birthday better than anyone else.Every time it comes to the little adjutant's birthday, it's like a holiday in the Zhang family, and Zhang Qishan will always allow holidays, both for the adjutant and himself.

It was the little adjutant's birthday again, and when the little adjutant got up in a daze, the sun had already risen three poles, and the little adjutant was shocked: "It's over, it's over, I overslept!"

Just as he was about to get up and put on his military uniform, the little adjutant saw a neatly tied set of clothes beside the bed.The clothes are folded like tofu, this is not from the hands of the housekeeper, but from the Buddha.

The little adjutant went to get the clothes, and there was a note on the clothes, only four words: wear to see me.

The four words are vigorous and powerful, the little adjutant smiled, and finally remembered that today is his birthday.

The material of the clothes is very good. Even in the deep winter like now, it will not be cold immediately after wearing it. The little adjutant is carrying it in his hand. Such a warm coat is actually very light and the style is also good-looking. It must be Made by masters in Ningbo.

The winter in the Zhang Mansion was not cold, the little adjutant only wore a shirt and trousers, and put on a vest. He didn't care about his limp bangs, washed his face indiscriminately, and went to see Buddha.

But he turned around in the study room, but there was no sign of the Buddha.

There was no one in the living room either, but a pile of gift boxes were piled up on the table.The little adjutant walked over, picked up some of them and looked at them: some were sent by Mr. Haiming, and some were sent by Eighth and Ninth Masters.Zhang's house does not celebrate birthdays, so every time the little adjutant's birthday comes, those gifts that want to be reciprocated finally find a breakthrough and send them in.The little adjutant knew in his heart that these things were nominally congratulatory gifts for himself, but in fact they were all sent to the Buddha.

The one in the middle is from the Ai family in Hangcheng.The little adjutant shook his hand holding the gift. In the adjutant appointment assessment two years ago, the top person who interrogated him was Boss Ai in Hangcheng.

The little adjutant pushed the congratulatory gift from Hangcheng aside and buried it in the pile of gift boxes.

The tangerine peel that I always beat when I met him, today I also brought two gifts, one is a gift box from the second master, and the other is a basket of fat crabs.

"Zhang Rishan, happy birthday!" Chen Pi put down the gift and ran away after speaking.

"Your uncle's, I'm Zhang Yueshan! Ziyue's day!" The little adjutant roared at Chen Pi's back, "Every day will return every day, and the years will never stop! Are you educated!"

"Who are you yelling at?" Zhang Qishan put on a nightgown and held a casserole in his hand.

"Buddha, Lord Buddha!" ​​When the little adjutant saw Zhang Qishan, he immediately put away his appearance in front of Chen Pi, and became obedient—"It's Chen Pi, here to send the second master a congratulatory gift."

"Oh," Zhang Qishan responded, put down the casserole, and fiddled with the soup in the pot with a spoon, "Then why are you shouting at people, and calling yourself Lao Tzu, why are you so angry?"

"He, he called me Zhang Rishan again!" The little adjutant was very dissatisfied with this name.

"Chi..." Zhang Qishan is on vacation today, and it's the little adjutant's birthday, so he is naturally in a good mood, holding the awkward little adjutant with one hand, he is overjoyed, "Okay, you are not going to be on the mountain, chi..."

"Buddha, you laugh at me too!" The little adjutant was unhappy.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh, come, have some soup." Zhang Qishan pulled the little adjutant to sit down at the dining table. Although Zhang Qishan was considerate of the servants, Zhang's house had many rules. table to eat.

I don't know if it's because the word Rishan is funny, or the little adjutant's reaction is funny, Zhang Qishan clearly said that he didn't smile, but the smile on his face was not lacking at all.

The little adjutant saw that such a rare smile appeared on Foye's face, so he didn't feel awkward, and laughed along with Zhang Qishan.

After all, the little adjutant and Zhang Qishan were distant relatives of the Zhang family. Zhang Qishan only knew him as Xiaoshan. Later, he fled from the northeast and came to Changsha. Xiaoshan's parents were killed in battle. I don't know whether the character in the middle is "日" or "日".

The little adjutant thought Rishan was too ugly, so he called himself Zhang Yueshan.

But I can't help but someone will call me wrong, so every time the little adjutant writes his name, he always deliberately writes the word "日" fat.Every time Zhang Qishan saw it, he wanted to laugh. This incident was enough for him to laugh for several years.

Zhang Qishan was laughing while filling soup for the little adjutant, with one movement, the nightgown slid off loosely.Zhang Qishan was at home, he liked to wear a nightgown topless, when he slipped down, the little adjutant immediately stretched out his hands to protect him, pulled back the nightgown and tied it on in twos and twos.

"Chi..." It seemed that today, Zhang Qishan felt that his little adjutant was very cute.

"Well, it fits pretty well." Zhang Qishan looked at the little adjutant's new clothes.

"Yes, thank you Buddha..." "Brother."

The little adjutant didn't finish his sentence, but was interrupted by Zhang Qishan. The adjutant looked at Zhang Qishan fixedly. In the past, he did call Zhang Qishan the eldest brother in the northeast, but since he came to Changsha, he followed everyone and called him the Buddha. The little adjutant himself didn't feel anything, but Zhang Qishan felt that the child was alienated from him.

"Brother," the little adjutant always spoke in a waxy voice in front of Zhang Qishan, "Are you cooking yourself?"

"Yeah." Zhang Qishan put a bowl of pigeon soup in front of the adjutant, "Every year on your birthday, I will cook a dish for you. Last year, when you said you wanted to drink pigeon soup, I asked someone to teach it. It's just in time for this year's birthday. Learned it before."

Zhang Qishan's words were unintentional, the little adjutant almost burst into tears, he himself forgot when he said he wanted to drink pigeon soup, but Buddha, Buddha is such a status, he is so busy, he...

"What are you thinking, silly boy." Zhang Qishan asked the butler to serve all the other dishes, and looked at the little adjutant who was still in a daze, "Where do you want to go later?"

"I want to be home."

"What are you doing at home?"

"Together with Buddha."

"Call Big Brother!"

"Together with Big Brother."

"Silly boy, wherever you go today, I will be with you."