The smile on the corner of the black blind man's mouth froze and suddenly returned to an expressionless expression. Zhang Qiling carried the vegetables and walked straight towards the courtyard without even looking at him.
"ha…"
Jie Yuchen laughed loudly at this famous joke about being blind in the south and mute in the north.
"If you don't fight for three days, go to the house and uncover the tiles!"
The black blind man looked at Zhang Qiling who had put down the dishes and came out with a feather duster, "Mute, show this little brat some color!"
Wu Yu followed their gazes and looked back, and was shocked when he saw that Father Zhang, who had been good to him since he was a child and only helped him catch stars, actually had a sharp weapon to hit people!
this…
this…
Could it be that there is another kid outside and you don't love him anymore...?
The moment their eyes met, Wu Yu jumped to Zhang Qiling's side, reached out and grabbed the feather duster, looked up at the man, and said seriously: "I was wrong, I apologize, can you not hit me? ?”
The boy's head only reached the man's chin, and his body was completely covered by the man's body. Looking at such a small one, he would definitely cry if he was punched, and he might cry for a long time.
The blind man fanned the flames: "The atmosphere has reached this point. If you don't hit the mute, it's unreasonable. He actually dares to say that you are a cook. You are such an ignorant brat."
Jie Yuchen smiled and said nothing. He was sure that Little Taiyang would not be able to eat this fried meat with bamboo shoots. Although the black blind man said he was happy, in reality he would not be willing to do it.
Zhang Qiling looked at the feather duster in his hand and patted the young man's thin shoulder reassuringly: "You don't need this to beat you."
"Mute, you...sigh..." The black blind man hesitated, and then sighed in disappointment.
Zhang Qiling looked at him, his eyes were clear and his voice was cold: "Come here."
After saying that, he handed the feather duster to him, and Wu Yu followed the feather duster with his eyes.
The blind man met the young man's gaze, raised his hand and touched his heart, "Forget it, I don't care about children, Qi Xiaoyu, next time I will slap you on the hanging door."
The matter was settled happily. Among the three of them, two were cooking and one was cleaning. The rest, Wu Yu, was lying on the old bamboo chair in the center of the yard like a landlord. It shakes and crunches.
Xie Yuchen said he was cooking. He was standing in the kitchen looking through the window at the young man on the couch. After looking at it for a moment, he couldn't help but raise his head slightly: "You are as young as an old man..."
He didn't know that when the black blind man heard what he said, his hands picking celery leaves paused slightly, "Master Hua'er, what do you want to do in Changsha?"
What kind of place is Changsha? It is the territory of Laojiumen, and it is a place where Buddhas, ghosts, gods, and snakes are mixed together. The water in that place on this road is very deep.
"It's nothing, I want to find out something." Xie Yuchen's voice was calm, and his eyes were always on Wu Yu: "Don't worry, this is my business, and I won't involve Little Yang. He... still likes to eat sweets. kid."
The black blind man ground his molars and plucked a handful of celery leaves: "It's the little boy who took the popularity to heaven."
What Xie Yuchen didn't say is that it's not just you who are used to it.
It gets dark quickly and the lights gradually come on.
While Wuyu was drifting off to sleep, he heard a familiar voice calling him to eat.
The voice sounded strangely familiar. It was Zhang Qiling's. But the name was a bit strange. What he called was...
"Sir, it's time to eat."
gentlemen?
A little strange.
At that time, the lights and moonlight intertwined and shone on the young man's face, shining like the finest mutton-fat white jade.
When Zhang Qiling was walking by with the dishes, he glanced casually and saw the young man's brows furrowed. He put the dishes on the table and walked quickly to Wu Yu's side without opening his mouth.
The young man woke up suddenly and sat up straight. The bamboo chair creaked under the sudden movement.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Zhang Qiling put his palm on the young man's forehead, and gently patted Wu Yu's back with his other hand.
Wu Yu looked up at him and shook his head slightly, "It's not a nightmare, it's just that I dreamed that I was lost."
"It's time to eat." Heixiazi's voice came from the hall.
"We will accompany you." When Zhang Qiling said this, his serious eyes were blocked by the moonlight, making it difficult to see clearly.
Then, he pulled Wu Yu up from the chair. This movement made Wu Yu feel like he was holding the chicken in the chicken coop before, and he was grabbing Destiny's neck.
Zhang Qiling took him into the hall to eat.
The decoration in the hall is not complicated. There are six dishes and one soup on the table, as well as three bottles of white wine and a bottle of freshly squeezed juice.
Obviously, this juice was exclusive to him. Before anyone could sit down, the black blind man filled a glass of juice!
Wu Yu sat down slowly and thought for a moment. If he said he wanted to drink something white, would he encounter a three-party fight...?
His serious gaze went from left to right.
"What are you looking at? Master Hei, are there flowers on my face?" Hei Xiazi picked up a chicken leg and put it in Wu Yu's bowl. Zhang Qiling also put a chicken leg in his bowl, and both legs of a chicken were in his bowl.
