Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

After Professor Shen was taken away from the encirclement of Zhang Haihua and others by Professor Chen, he was very quiet for a while and did not make any trouble.

This scene made Wang Kaixuan, who was sitting next to him, drool with envy.

Although Hubayi also felt happy, after all, there was a difference between them and this group of people. They had powerful forces behind them, while they were just ordinary people, and some even had some not-so-good deeds. If they went head-to-head with this group of intellectuals, they would be the ones who would suffer.

"Fatty, you better restrain yourself. They have a solid foundation. Don't forget what we did in Niuxin Mountain. If we are found out, we will have to eat government food."

As soon as the conflict broke out between them, Huba pulled Fatty over and turned his back, pretending to be studying the walls of the shelter.

Although Hubayi had his back turned, he still had one of his two ears erect listening. After hearing that they had finished, he looked at Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang was almost laughing to death, and the circles of flesh on his body were shaking as he tried to hold back his laughter.

Huba immediately whispered in Fatty Wang's ear to stop him.

"Lao Hu, it's so hot in the desert. I'm fat and strong, so I get hot easily. Even my teeth can't stand the heat!"

It was the first time Huba heard such an excuse. He was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and patted Fatty Wang lightly.

On the other side, Zhang Haihua and the others also heard what the little fat man said and laughed out loud.

"Brother Hua, this little fat guy is really an honest person. But this desert is really hot."

"That's right! Brother Hua, this desert is too hot. If we had known earlier, we would have brought some saltpeter and some ice to cool it down!"

Zhang Haihua and the others were teasing Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang on the other side also knew that he had made a fool of himself, but he was not angry. Instead, he walked over with a smile and started to fight with them.

After a while, Fatty Wang became friends with Zhang Haihua and the others, and occasionally got supplies from them.

Hua Yu and Zhang Qiling stuck together. They took out paper and pen from somewhere, and put their heads together, whispering to each other from time to time.

"Brother, do you think Xiaohua will be bullied at Eryue's house? No one even makes his favorite crabapple cake? When he kicks off the quilt while sleeping at night, is there anyone to cover him?"

While writing the letter, Hua Yu was worried about the young Xiaohua who was alone at home. The scene of Xiaohua having nothing to eat and clothes to wear and being bullied by the servants emerged in her mind.

"Ayu, you worry too much. Xiaohua is surrounded by people you arranged. No one will dare to bully Xiaohua. And you have to believe that Xiaohua is not the kind of person who can be bullied at will."

While answering Hua Yu's question, Zhang Qiling recalled a time when he came back from outside and saw his father chasing Hua Yu's favorite Persian cat like a little bully. Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness came over him.

Xiaohua is a child who is spoiled too much by Hua Yu. Sometimes he is simply lawless. Except when he acts like a good baby in front of Hua Yu, he is like a cat and a dog at other times.

"Xiaohua is so well-behaved, but sometimes she is just too honest, so she doesn't dare to tell me when she is bullied."

Zhang Qiling hugged Hua Yu. When he heard Hua Yu say that Xiaohua was well-behaved, his pupils dilated more than twice as much as usual. He suddenly felt that he didn't know how to write the word "well-behaved".

Although Zhang Qiling really wanted to expose the fact that Xiaohua was a naughty child, after all, when facing him, Xiaohua was indeed a soft and cute child. It is undeniable that Xiaohua was indeed a very well-behaved child in some aspects.

"Brother, do you want to add a few more words?"

Hua Yu held up a thick stack of written letter paper and showed it to Zhang Qiling.

"No need, you wrote everything I wanted to say."

Zhang Qiling looked at the letter that was more than an inch thick with a little helplessness. Xiaohua was still young and couldn't recognize too many words. It was estimated that Xiaohua couldn't really read them one by one, so he had to trouble the servants around him to translate it for him.

After Hua Yu put the letter into the envelope, she patted the sand underneath, and then cicada pupae emerged from the sand, doing something unknown.

Hua Yu stuffed the letter into the animal that emerged from the cricket pupa, then fed it something and let it go.

Xiaohua, who was far away in Hong Mansion, had finished practicing and was sitting on the railing waiting for a letter from his father.

After a while, it seemed like something was about to emerge from the ground under the railing, and Xiaohua jumped down from the railing.

When Xiaohua received the thick stack of letters sent by her father from the desert, her face froze for a moment. The weight of the letters made Xiaohua feel that her father's love was too heavy.