Fawn

The deer walked first, then walked faster and faster, and finally turned into a trot.From the courtyard where Cheng Tingli lived to the home of him and the young master, it took a long time to walk.He was carrying the schoolbag in his left hand, and the pictorial was under his right arm. He heard a "click" when he walked halfway, and a pictorial slipped to the ground.The pictorial is thick and heavy, and the cover made of art paper is cold and smooth.Seeing that it had fallen on the grass beside the road, the deer was afraid that it would get muddy, so he hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but when he moved, another pictorial also fell to the ground.

The big hand that slapped his mouth in the morning stretched out, and picked up the two books lightly and delicately.The spine of a book was indeed rubbed against the dirt. The young master lowered his head and brushed it with his hand, then raised his head and stared at the deer: "What are you looking at? Let's go!"

Xiaolu didn't speak, and at the same time found that he could no longer look directly into the young master's eyes.Carrying the schoolbag and turning backwards, he hunched his back slightly, lowered his head like a cow and walked forward, as if the air was frozen, and he couldn't push it.

Walking back to his courtyard in one go, he went straight into the study with his head down.The young master is not the seed of studying, so this study room is his exclusive room.Putting the schoolbag on the chair, he stopped with his back to the door, and heard a loud "snap" beside him. It was the young master who was at the door and threw the two pictorials on the writing table far away.

"What's the matter?" The young master stepped on the threshold and questioned him: "You still have to fight with me, don't you?"

The little deer hung his hands, his hands clenched loosely into cold hollow fists, half of the backs of his hands were covered by his sleeves.As usual, the new school suit and school uniform is slightly larger than his stature.He knew that the young master was looking at him, and that gaze was so fierce that it made him feel so stabbed that he couldn't turn around and raise his head.

"If you think this house won't let you go, you can go back to Dad's yard!" The young master spoke again, viciously, in a manner that he would not be able to forgive his hatred if he scolded him to death: "You can see that too, the other side Now I'm starting to keep you! You fucking rubbed your face and took off your clothes, what are you studying! Just poking your ass and earning the glory and wealth of the rest of your life! You ask my father to support you, and I will go back I'm afraid of you too, I don't dare to touch you with a single finger, how nice! Go! Get out of here!"

Xiao Lu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then replied tremblingly: "You also said just now, my father is my father, and I am me. Then..."

Having said that, he paused as if choked with sobs, but there were no tears in his eyes, and his face was as red as fire: "Then I didn't do anything embarrassing, why do you still use these words to scold me?"

After saying this, he turned to face the writing desk, and stacked the two pictorials neatly together: "Did you still treat me as your younger brother because you didn't know, but now that you know, you look down on me?"

After hearing this, the young master strode forward and walked to the desk: "I look down on you? You have no conscience for saying this! Let me tell you, I already knew what kind of seed you are!" He raised his hand vigorously Shoving Xiaolu's head: "It's because I know you are not a good seed that I watched you and took care of you, lest you learn from your rabbit father! What about you? I don't know anyway, and I still regard him as a backer! If I hadn't just gone over If you forcefully bring you back, you—”

At this point, the Eldest Young Master stopped, needless to say the following content, it is better to say it than not to say it, because the lingering sound is lingering, and I will leave it to Xiaolu to think carefully.

Putting these words before, Xiao Lu couldn't think of anything even if he wanted to break his head, but now it is different from the past, Xiao Lu's mind turned a little bit, and he turned all the twists and turns.The godfather has such thoughts, and the elder brother has such a temper, Xiao Lu only feels that he has no way to go to heaven or nowhere to go.Slowly raised his eyes to look at the young master, and after a glance, he lowered his eyelashes. He didn't cry, but a big tear fell, the teardrop didn't roll on his face, it just fell down, and passed by in a flash , too fast to see clearly.

The reddened face slowly faded away, only the deer's lips were still bright red, and the lips were thin. When he held his breath and held back the tears, his lower lip was bitten by his fine white teeth, making it even redder. red.

The young master stared at his lips without blinking.In fact, this is just a half-grown child crying, it's really not worth seeing; especially Xiao Lu is just crying, crying with no intention and style, and it's different from the tearful eyes that the young master often sees outside.

Forcibly controlling his hands and mouth, the eldest young master does not allow himself to coax Xiao Lu - he is very good at coaxing people, as long as he wants to.But he is unwilling to use his methods on Xiaolu. According to his rationality, he is more willing to be Xiaolu's big brother for the rest of his life.From now on, all the money in the family will be his, and he will raise the fawn, let the fawn stay at home, and no one will think about the fawn.

But reason belongs to reason, no matter how reasonable the reason is, it can't control the emotion.

He also couldn't tell when he started to "specially" pay attention to the deer. This attention was not with eyes, but with heart.He often didn't go home for ten days and a half months, but there was always a faint deer shaking in his heart.He has also learned how to be an actor, and when he hangs out with those little actors from the [-]th and [-]th years, he will occasionally think of Xiao Lu out of the blue. Can do it.

Then he thought that it would not be an exaggeration if he let the deer serve him.From the perspective of identity, I am the eldest master, Xiao Lu is a small slave, and the eldest master uses the small slave, is there still something wrong?

Just because it was so natural, the young master hardly dared to go home recently.As soon as he saw Xiaolu at home, he felt uncomfortable from body to heart.And Xiao Lu is so heartless, and when he sees him, he happily calls Big Brother.With a belly full of colorful intestines, he knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood when facing the deer.Because he couldn't bear to tear off his face, he could only be anxious, swearing, holding his nose and continuing to be the big brother.

The young master has always been displeased with his father's style, especially the way he mourned for Adjutant Lu.At this point, he is determined not to learn from his father.But Xiaolu hooked him up and let him walk on the road of his father step by step.Xiao Lu is different from a little actor, he treats a little actor like a play on the spot, as long as he meets him, he forgets it when he looks back.But once they got back together with Xiao Lu, he thought to himself, they would be like a husband and wife, it was always good, a good one for the rest of their lives.

But having said that, wouldn't he still follow his father's old path?

Besides, I don't know if Xiaolu is willing or not.

The young master didn't know what to do with the deer, so he simply didn't go home, trying to keep out of sight and out of mind.But he can not see, the deer can not run wild.Before he can figure it out, Xiaolu must be a good boy to him.He is not particular about the wild food outside, but the deer has grown up with him, if he really wants to attack the deer, the first bite of the deer must be reserved for him.

At this moment, the two stood facing each other in front of the writing desk for a long time, the twilight outside the window gradually deepened, and the night in early autumn was also very cold.The eldest young master rubbed his hands, and suddenly felt that it was ridiculous that he had developed feelings for this brat.

Clearing his throat dryly, the young master asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Xiao Lu murmured: "No, godfather has been busy all the time, and no one has made any arrangements for dinner."

The young master sighed: "Then let's eat."