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The smile that always floated on the corners of Fang Shiyi's lips retracted: "Sir..."

Mr. Cen leaned back lazily, as if watching a show: "I'm not joking with you."

Fang Shiyi fell silent, and tilted his head to look in Yuanzi's direction.

Meng Mingchao has short legs, and this garden is one of the largest elixir gardens in Shanhaimen. The ground is full of elixir and herbs, most of which are taller than him.Among the intertwined branches and leaves, only a short and small shadow can be seen, moving step by step, avoiding the spirit grass, carefully and earnestly looking for what he casually said.

He looked at the shadow, and it was clear that he had just brought the child here not long ago, but his heart was sore and swollen, and a gust of cool wind blew him away, making him suffocate—God is too cruel, he never treats people unfairly, and some people die How good some people are.

"...Sir." Fang Shiyi frowned and lowered his eyes, and bent over to Mr. Cen, "You practiced and studied in the Medicine School in the early years, and your medical skills are superb... Is there any way?"

"So caring?"

Fang Shiyi said: "He is my junior brother."

While speaking, Meng Mingchao's exclamation suddenly sounded in the garden.Fang Shiyi and Mr. Cen both turned their heads to see that Meng Ming was galloping out, his face full of panic: "Senior brother...Senior brother!"

Xiao Ming looked like a snow dumpling, holding flowers in his hands, his eyes were red, almost screaming.Dozens of green vines were chasing after him, intending to take off his pants, entangled his hands and feet and pulled them back.

With tears in his eyes, Xue Tuanzi tried to pull off his pants with one hand, while calling Fang Shiyi in a trembling voice.

Fang Shiyi didn't say a word, and immediately burst out laughing: "Hahaha!"

Mr. Cen also watched the excitement enthusiastically.

Meng Mingchao: "..."

Seeing that the child was about to cry, Fang Shiyi laughed enough, and hurried forward, patted the green vine: "Cough, enough is enough."

Heart said: "I haven't played with bullying yet, but you started to play first."

The green vine is spiritual, rubbing Fang Shiyi's finger, not teasing Meng Mingchao, stretching out a vine decorated with flowers, patted him on the head, and handed him a small pale pink flower.

Meng Mingchao was frightened, and threw himself into Fang Shiyi's arms, holding on tightly.Fang Shiyi took the little flower on his behalf, inserted it into his hair, and looked down with a smile.The child panicked and ran away in a hurry, even protecting the flowers he let him pick in his arms, tightly closing his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering, his little face was pale and delicate, very pitiful.

When he heard that there was no movement, he opened his eyes cautiously, and handed the flowers to Fang Shiyi aggrievedly: "Brother, it's broken."

Fang Shiyi's heart softened.

It's like bumping into a newborn baby bird, whose feathers haven't even grown yet, rubbing back and forth and acting like a baby, with complete trust and dependence.

He stared at Meng Mingchao for a while before opening his mouth, as if to promise something: "It's okay."

will be all right.

Since Master accepted Meng Mingchao, there must be a countermeasure.

Even if the master can't do anything, he will find a way.

How could this child be short-lived.

Fang Shiyi picked up Meng Mingchao and stuffed him with a piece of candy.

Mr. Cen watched coldly, not knowing which tendon was poked, and snorted from his nose: "Wait."

Then he turned and went into the back room of the garden.

Meng Mingchao regained his composure, and put his arms around Fang Shiyi's neck: "Senior brother, is it... What's wrong with me?"

"What's your problem?" Fang Shiyi patted his forehead, "Little thing, I think too much."

Not long after the old man went in, he came out with jade slips and a few medicine packets and jade bottles, which he casually threw to Fang Shiyi.

Fang picked up the relics and found a few life-sustaining herbs with sharp eyes, put them away, and looked at the jade bottle again—stop bleeding, relieve pain, and the wound will heal within three days.

He looked down at the injury on his right arm that he had forgotten, with a smile in his eyes, and saluted Mr. Cen again, ready to go back.

Meng Mingchao said goodbye obediently: "Goodbye, Grandpa."

Mr. Cen waved his hand casually, turned around and went into the garden to take care of the herbs.

A few green vines popped out of the garden again, waving in the wind and flaunting their power at Meng Mingchao.

Meng Mingchao held Fang Shiyi's hand with no expression on his face, staring at this addictive thing that bullied him, his eyes seemed to be slightly golden.

The green vine trembled and shrank back.

Satisfied, Meng Mingchao leaned into Fang Shiyi's arms and held his hand.

Fang Suyi was puzzled: "It's sticky."

Leading the unknown little tail back to Lanyue Residence, the sky was dark and the mountain wind was bitter.Nie Yuan blew the horn again, and Xiao Minghe, who had been trained by the Fifth Elder, also returned.

The two brothers bumped into each other, Xiao Minghe didn't show any good face, Fang Shiyi thought about Meng Mingchao's affairs, ignored him carelessly, walked into the courtyard, only to find that there was a person sitting by the pond in the courtyard—the third junior brother had left the seclusion .

A young man in a snow-blue robe was sitting by the pool, looking down at the fish inside, holding a bowl of fish food in his hand, muttering a few sword formulas, and feeding the fish as he recited a little, surrounded by a group of red koi Near him, people were waiting for loose food.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man turned his head. Compared with Fang Suyi, who was not in good shape, and Xiao Minghe, who was mean and indifferent, the third junior brother was considered the most normal one under Wen Xiuyue's sect. , Second Senior Brother, Junior Junior Brother, I have been waiting for you here for a long time, but I am back."

Fang Shiyi has a good relationship with the third junior brother, looked at him a few times, and smiled: "Junior brother's skill has improved again, let's practice hands tomorrow." He said, pinching Meng Mingchao's small face, showing off, "I kidnapped him, Pretty, right?"

The third junior brother obviously knew about the situation, and nodded kindly to the newcomer junior brother: "I am your third senior brother Qi Chu, if you have anything to do on weekdays, you can come to me."

Meng Mingchao put his head on Fang Shiyi's arms, blinking like a delicate doll.

Qi Chu stared at him for a moment, and couldn't help it anymore: "Hey, big brother, you can come back again, I want to play too."

Xiao Minghe: "..."

Xiao Minghe was put aside and ignored, with a cold expression on his face, he couldn't understand the two of them, so he simply turned around and went back to his room.

Qi Chu sprinkled the last bit of fish food, and raised his voice to remind: "Second Senior Brother, Mr. Yi asked me to inform you that he delayed the deadline for submitting papers and asked you to submit them tomorrow morning!"

Xiao Minghe stopped, and finally showed some joy: "That's great!"

Fang Shiyi felt like being struck by lightning: "...No way!"

The road has been driven away, and the ghosts have been eliminated.

After a few days of turmoil, I didn't escape the morning homework!

Meng Mingchao: "?"

Qi Chu showed a kind smile: "Homework...you will understand later."

That night, Fang Shiyi sneaked into the lotus pond to dig lotus roots, and caught a wild boar from somewhere, and made soup for his junior brother to wash his hands—he is a good cook, and raising a child is not a problem.

Meng Mingchao ate dry food for a few days, and then he ate warm mouthfuls. His stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he couldn't fill it no matter what.After he finished eating, Fang Shiyi poked his soft stomach in surprise, suspecting that the child would spit up milk if he poked twice.

Wengcheng brought the clothes, and after Meng Mingchao took a bath, Fang Shiyi wiped the child clean and smoothed it, wrapped it in the clothes, and brought out a bowl of medicine with his back: "Your health is not good, Mr. Cen prescribed it for you." tonic."

The medicinal soup was bitter, so Meng Mingchao didn't make a fuss and finished it obediently.

He was either dressed in tatters, or wrapped in a robe that Fang picked up. He looked pitiful. Now that he was washed and put on clothes that fit him, he sat upright, with red lips and white teeth, no worse than those little princes from aristocratic families.

Fang Shiyi rubbed his hair and carried him to the bed—Lanyue lived in four rooms, and the remaining room belonged to the master by default, so he couldn't occupy the master's room.

After days of exhaustion, Meng Mingchao was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes after drinking the medicine. He fell asleep lightly after soaking in the pillow. After soaking in hot water, his face turned bloody.

Fang Shiyi poked his soft face, blew out the lamp by the bed, quietly sat back under the table by the window, and lit the oil lamp.

Meng Mingchao's sleep was shallow, and he woke up immediately after he left, and got out of his little head in a daze: "Brother...are you still asleep?"

When there was no response, the child stretched his neck out again: "What are you doing, brother?"

It was as late at night as it was, and everything was still.

Fang Shiyi finally had time to spare. He lit the lamp and fought at night, writing furiously: "Write a thesis!"

Fucking papers.