Can a general do whatever he wants?

Yan Yue's teasing made Chen Ming a little displeased.

"I'm not messing with you. But how did you come out of that door?"

Yan Yue glanced at the direction where Chen Ming rushed out, and the dilapidated red door was opening, making creaking noises back and forth under the breeze.

Chen Ming bowed his head, shy and silent.

"Did someone say something to you? At home, you don't have to hear anyone's words except mine." Yan Yue took Chen Ming's hand and pulled him closer.

he asks,

"Who bullied you?"

Chen Ming turned away Yan Yue holding his hand and shaking his head.

This is Chen Ming's own business, and he doesn't want Yan Yue to worry about it.

Yan Yue is a good judge of people, Chen Ming can't escape his eyes no matter what he does, he can see through Chen Ming's shyness, embarrassment, entanglement or embarrassment at a glance.

"Girl is so easy to understand, and she will be jealous when encountering things. Do you know that you can relax you to do anything. But this time, you must tell me why you came out from that place. Is it the closest to you?" Going back to the room late has something to do with it!"

Considering that Chen Ming couldn't speak, Yan Yue changed his words: "You and I go back to the room, let's have a good talk in the room."

Chen Ming took a peek at Yan Yue: he found that Yan Yue's expression was no different from usual, so he followed him into the room with confidence.

Speaking of which, the house on the north side of the North Courtyard is really not far from where Chen Ming lives.

After a distance of 300 meters, Chen Ming pushed Yan Yue's wheelchair and returned to the room within a few steps.

Yan Yue asked Chen Ming to sit down obediently on the small desk he had prepared in the room, and then took a wheelchair and gave him three or two pieces of yellow paper from the bottom shelf on one side.

"You can't speak well, so write it. There's so much paper, I'm afraid you won't be able to speak clearly. From now on, you can write whatever I ask you."

Chen Ming was a little excited sitting on the yellow wooden chair carved with patterns.

He has never made such a good chair.When I used to study, I always sat on the grass pier with the teacher in class.After coming to Yan's house, he also sat on a simple wooden bench and worked.

Forgetting how strict Yan Yue was to him just now, Chen Ming smiled.

Or say a child has a big heart.

Chen Ming's excitement reminded Yan Yue of the days when his younger brothers and sisters played around him. He pampered Chen Ming's head and said:

"A chair will make you happy. If you like to sit here, you can sit here every day. This is your room, and you can do whatever you want."

Hearing Yan Yue's words, Chen Ming nodded to him happily, picked up a foreign pen and wrote "Thank you" on the paper.

Chen Ming's habit of holding a pen is also interesting.

It is the old-fashioned method of holding a brush, and Yan Yue puts pens on the table.

"It's tiring for you to write like this. Hey, let me teach you how to write first."

Saying that, Yan Yue moved closer to Chen Ming, put his arm around his back, and took the pen from Chen Ming's hand.

"You see, if you want to hold it like this, you need to pinch your thumb and index finger together."

Yan Yue's fingers were a little rough, and the backs of Chen Ming's two fingers were a little prickly.

"Then you're going to put the remaining three fingers together and put them in the back."

Chen Ming followed Chen Ming's instructions obediently.However, I don't know if it's because I don't have the talent to hold a foreign pen or because my body is not well coordinated.

The characters written by Yan Yue's method are not as good as those written by holding a brush.

"It's fine if you can't write well." Yan Yue rubbed Chen Ming's head, "Let's solve the problem of your husband and me."

Speaking of this, Yan Yue suddenly changed his expression, "Say, why did you go to Beihu people's house."

Why did this man change his face so quickly... Yan Yue's sudden serious look made Chen Ming a little scared, and he wrote truthfully: Because the goods I ordered are gone, the old lady told me to go and sweep that place.

"The old lady asked you to go?"

Yan Yue stared at these three words for a while with suspicion on his face, "Grandma never cared about Beiyuan's affairs, did your second sibling let you go?"

……

Is Yan Yue a god?Chen Ming stopped writing and nodded.

"Don't go to that place in the future. If grandma and the others force you to go, just tell me and I'll deal with it."

Why did Yan Yue prevent me from going to Beihu family?

—Why don't you let me go, nice people live there.They all say it's a haunted place, but I think it's very comfortable there.

Chen Ming angrily wrote down a long string of words, and Yan Yue's mood fell to the bottom along with his words.

As he was writing, Chen Ming felt a chill behind his back, and the surrounding atmosphere also dropped a lot.He turned his head and saw that Yan Yue was staring at the yellow paper with words on the table with a dark face at this time, and these words happened to be written by Chen Ming just now.

"Girl."

Yan Yue spoke slowly, and Chen Ming's heart trembled.

"Don't mess with her."

Chen Ming shook his hands and wrote:

—Is she a bad person?

"No. She is a very good person, because of some relationship, so I hope you don't get entangled with her. "

--Can……

Before Chen Ming wrote a word, Yan Yue simply moved over and hugged him tightly, preventing him from continuing to write.

"obedient."