Fawn

That night, he lay on the bed with piercing eyes, and looked out the window with his eyes wide open.The glass windows were all blocked by rows of narrow wooden boards, but the gaps between the boards were enough for him to see the crescent moon in the sky clearly.Calculating the date quietly by himself, he reckoned that today should be the fifth day of the Lunar New Year—the New Year's Eve, although there are wars outside from south to north, but the artillery fire can't hit the city of Beijing anyway, so the people in the city, rich or poor , and still have to celebrate the New Year as usual.

The life of Cheng Zhai seems to be pieced together randomly. On weekdays, the master and servants seem to be a temporary partner, and they all live absent-mindedly. Only when Cheng Tingli comes back can the living things in the house cheer up and realize that if they go back to the pre-Qing Dynasty , is a serious servant in the Lord's mansion, and his immediate master is also a remarkable figure.

Xiaolu likes the civilized and solemn atmosphere in the school, and always hopes that the people in his family can be more nervous and neat, and don't live in such a dull life.So during the New Year's Eve, he almost looked forward to Cheng Tingli's return home.However, Cheng Tingli came back less and less often, this year he was entangled in military affairs, and he never showed up at home.

Xiaolu waited for his godfather to come back to uphold justice, rescued himself, waited and waited, but he couldn't wait for Cheng Tingli to come back, he waited in vain.

However, he was still unconvinced.He didn't know whether he should hate the young master or not.He didn't want to hate, but the young master treated him like a slave and a plaything, and locked him up for two months for no reason; hating, it was like he was a wolf, and when he was a child, the young master defended and loved him everywhere, even if he got a piece of it. For snacks, even if the snacks have already entered the mouth, half of them should be left for him to eat after taking a bite.If he doesn't eat, the young master will curse and forcefully stuff it into his mouth.

Thinking of this, Xiaolu would occasionally think in a daze: "If I die immediately, it will be fine."

He didn't know that his father had thought this way countless times when he was alive.Sometimes, no matter how you live, it is wrong. Either you are sorry for others, or you are sorry for yourself. In a dilemma, it is better to die.

Xiaolu is going to be stubborn to the end, the young master gritted his teeth and wants to fight Xiaolu to the death.Anyway, if Cheng Tingli didn't go home, he would be lawless.

When it came to March in the western calendar, even Chunlan couldn't stand it anymore.Since Chunlan got married, she has become fatter and fatter. She was originally imposing, but now that she is fatter, she looks even more powerful.Like a housekeeper and grandma, she ignorantly persuaded the young master: "It's almost over, is it really going to be over? He's not a child anymore, if you rub him like this, he will definitely have an enmity with you in the future. "

She didn't say this, the young master knew it in his heart, but now that she said it plainly, the young master felt extremely piercing when he heard it, and he yelled like a dog barking: "You don't need to worry about it! "

Chunlan is in charge of the basic necessities of life of the young master and Xiao Lu, and she is very powerful.Lao Zhang is now old and sick, so Chunlan has become a half-housekeeper, full of confidence.The eldest young master yelled at her with a pale face, she sneered, turned her fat body and walked away, and said nothing more from then on.

In April, the treetops on the ground are already green.The cold war between Xiaolu and Eldest Young Master is still going on.

In the past few months when the young master was competing with the deer, probably because of his heavy heart and unable to play, he often sat at home and felt bored. After being bored for a long time, he developed a bit of calmness.At the same time, he also had some awareness of the general trend of the world - his father has now become a warlord that everyone can punish, and the revolutionary army came with the wind and thunder, killing this first-rate feudal warlord.With his father, Cheng Shiteng can be a domineering young master; without his father, he knows in his heart that he is not a fart.Xiaolu is still a little educated, and he can earn 30 yuan a month from the newspaper, but he is a complete dude, and he can't even earn the 30 yuan.

Cheng Tingli asked someone to send a message home, asking him to be honest these days, never to go out and cause trouble, especially not to go out of the city privately.He has always been obedient and obedient to his father's words, but now he has become obedient, and really shrank at home, refusing to go out to show his face.

During the sunny hours of the day, he lingered near the "cell" and didn't go to the window, but just walked around the courtyard of the house.The reason why he didn't go to the window was because the longer he locked Xiaolu, the more empty he felt, to the point where he didn't dare to face Xiaolu.

Little Lu didn't know that there was a sneaky young master running around outside the room.He just had a headache and a sore throat, and his whole body seemed to be covered by a quilt, so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, and he was about to suffocate.Standing shirtless in the bathroom, he turned on the tap and scrubbed his shirt collar vigorously in the water.His shirt was dripping with water, and he was also dripping with water. He has lived in seclusion in this house for several months, and he has not forgotten his hygiene.

The small parted hair, which was always supple and black, has grown so long that it covers the ears.Just now he stuck his head under the faucet and washed his head and face viciously in the cold water.The moment he brushed his hair and straightened his waist, he felt a little bit cool and relaxed; but soon, he looked around and saw that the bathroom was so small and so dark, it was all lit by a small light bulb under the ceiling. , I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling like I was about to be suffocated to death again.

There is no mirror in this room, so the deer carelessly stroked all the half-length wet hair behind his head, revealing his snow-white forehead and ears.Subconsciously sticking out his tongue and licking his thin lips, he took out the dripping shirt and spread it out to dry on the table.

Then he turned and walked to the window, tilted his head, put his eyes on the pane, and looked out through the cracks in the planks.He wanted to go out, thinking about it like crazy, but he couldn't get out.The window latch has rusted into a dirty lump of iron, and the big lock on the outside of the door weighs even more. With his strength, even if he tried his best to hit the door, it would be broken. It can only be him.

Xiaolu originally wanted to see the spring scenery outside, but unexpectedly, he saw the young master.

The eldest young master has not gone out for several days, so he is dressed in simple casual clothes.The weather was warm and the sun was bright. He was wearing a neat bamboo green robe. He had an unprecedented sober appearance. His white skin and black hair further set off his handsome appearance with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.The young master didn't want to meet the little deer at first, but he walked over unconsciously with two feet, and through the glass window and the wooden fence, he almost bumped into the little deer.

The little deer saw him clearly, and he also saw the little deer clearly—in fact, he saw clearly one of the little deer's eyes, but that eye was so beautiful that the young master felt that such an eye was enough. With one eye in front of him, he cannot see the other.

As if in an instant, he suddenly understood why his father cried so hard after the death of Adjutant Lu that the world was shaken.If the fawn is dead now—

The young master put away his thoughts and forbade himself to think any more.Staring at the big eyes in the gap, he became confused again, he didn't know whether he liked Xiaolu's person or Xiaolu's face.It would be nice if Xiaolu was always as ugly as when he was a child, he thought, if Xiaolu is ugly, he can love him more righteously.