The Master and the Kidnapper

The young master was sent back home.

Standing in front of the house, he still felt a little lost. After just getting along for more than a month, he was a little bit reluctant to part with the small hill and the dilapidated cabin.

When I think that no one will make braised pork for him again, there will be no noises made by ping-pong-pong in the morning to wake him up, and there will be two windows facing the sunrise and sunset, and those old hens raised on the hill Chicken, the annoying chattering voice of the kidnappers, the young master clutched his chest and felt stuffy there.

You should be happy when you get home, and your father and mother must miss you too!The young master tidied up his depressed mood, spread a smile, barely made himself look happy and excited, walked to the door, and patted it twice.

Not long after, a voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

The young master recognized that it was Master Liang's voice, and he immediately raised his voice and replied, "Master Liang, it's me! I'm Bai Qing!"

The originally steady footsteps inside instantly became chaotic, as if very anxious, and the door opened with a "click".

Before the young master could react, a figure rushed out from inside and hugged him, and an ecstatic voice sounded above his head: "You are back, young master, the master and wife are going crazy!"

The young master was still in Master Liang's arms, he blinked and said in a muffled voice, "I miss them too."

Master Liang wept with joy, squatted down, and looked at the young master carefully. Seeing that his complexion was rosy and there was a lot of flesh growing on his face, he knew that the young master was not bullied outside, but was living a good life, so he was relieved: " Fortunately, the young master is fine, otherwise... Sigh!"

The young master really wanted to see his mother first, and impatiently listening to Master Liang's ramblings, he broke away from his arms, slipped past him while Master Liang was not paying attention, and ran forward.

When Master Liang came back to his senses, he turned around and saw that there was no figure of the young master, so he could only lower his head and smile, shook his head helplessly, and continued to do his work.

It's the time when spring is in full bloom, and many flowers in the mansion have already bloomed, colorful, and even more beautiful than the blushing cheeks of the servant girls in the upper mansion. The young master has not been home for a long time, and he ran into the back garden .He hadn’t seen such bright flowers for a long time. Wild flowers grew everywhere on the small hills, and the colors were dull and unattractive at all. Fortunately, the kidnapper still couldn’t put it down, so he found a bottle and put all the flowers he picked. Insert it.

Thinking of this, the young master couldn't help thinking of the kidnapper's gentle eyes looking at him, just like treating those flowers. For a moment, he felt his face was hot, why did he think of that person again? He didn't want him anymore, why would he still miss him !

The young master waved away the kidnapper in his mind angrily, so angry that he couldn't even appreciate the beautiful flowers blooming around him.

He walked through the kiosk and finally arrived at his mother's house.

The young master stood outside the door, looking at the closed door, a little hesitant, what would his mother's reaction be when she saw him?happy?anger?

The young master couldn't think of it, but he was afraid of seeing his mother sad and angry.

While hesitating, the young master calmed down, pushed the door open and entered.

……

The clouds in the sky covered half of the sun, and it was about to set. The kidnapper had been standing on the top of the hill for almost a day now. He had been standing here since he delivered the sleeping young master to the door of his house.

He had a firm face, his dark lips were drawn into a line, and he looked down the mountain without blinking. Under nearly 500 houses, there was a place where the young master lived.

Looking at the houses covered with red tiled houses, the kidnapper suddenly felt a little powerless. He liked the young master, but the reality was that he was not allowed to like him.He can hide the young master on the mountain forever, but the young master will not be happy.He doesn't want the young master to be unhappy, he likes the young master who always smiles happily, he likes the young master who will act like a baby and let him make braised pork, he likes the young master who curls up in a ball and cries when he is teased.

The kidnappers liked all aspects of the young master, but he didn't like the weak and weak side of the young master, which he couldn't stand.

He couldn't see the young master lowering his head in disappointment, not saying anything, not even eating his favorite braised pork, and looking at him silently with those eyes that seemed to be able to talk.

The kidnapper didn't want to experience that breathless pressure again, so he chose to let go.

The kidnapper moved his sore calf, looked down the mountain silently, then turned back to the mountain, as if that was his eternal destination.

When the wind blows, it takes away an unspeakable emotion.