Little Master and Little Idol

In fact, the life of a person is not as difficult as imagined, but sometimes it will still be inconvenient, such as being hospitalized.

When the young master gets busy, he tends to forget to eat, and when he thinks about it, it's already past the meal time, and he just dealt with things hastily.His body couldn't withstand repeated consumption, so he was admitted to the hospital again.

It was really inconvenient to be hospitalized alone. The young master sighed when he entered the toilet with the bottle for the second time and the needle was accidentally pulled out again.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, an uncle in the same ward gave him a small wooden sculpture, which was a little squirrel, so vivid and cute.

The young master hugged him and left the hospital with his things.

When passing by the cake shop, the young master suddenly remembered something, he stopped and took out his mobile phone to check the date, and smiled helplessly after two seconds.

He almost forgot that today was his birthday, but it didn't make much difference whether he forgot or not.

He has never paid much attention to his birthday. In the past, he would spend it with his sixth uncle and his aunt at home. He would eat a bowl of longevity noodles as a celebration. His father would not wish him special blessings, but would just send a symbolic red envelope.

Speaking of which, he hasn't eaten his own birthday cake since his mother passed away. Thinking so, the young master turned back to the cake shop, opened the door and went in to buy a small cake for himself.

Even though he had just been discharged from the hospital and no one celebrated his birthday, he was still in a good mood. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn't seen the person at the door.

The young master stood two steps away and stared at the person sitting on the ground in front of his house, his voice became tight: "Why are you here?"

The little idol had been guarding the door of his house all night. Now he was suffering from a severe headache and could hardly open his eyes. When he heard the familiar voice, he suddenly gained strength, holding the door and standing up.

The young master took a step back subconsciously.

The little idol didn't miss this scene, his heart ached, he endured sourness and looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly said in a very soft voice: "Why did you lose weight?"

The low sentence was like a gentle whisper, and for a moment the young master thought nothing happened between them.

He grasped the bag tightly in his hand, avoided the gaze cast by the little idol, and replied angrily: "It has nothing to do with you."

After he finished speaking, he felt a little excited, frowned in frustration, and said without emotion: "Please let me go, I want to open the door."

It's a good thing that he is still willing to talk to himself, the little idol heaved a sigh of relief, what he fears most is that the little guy won't even talk to him.

He obediently moved aside, the young master didn't expect him to be so easy to talk, so he couldn't help but glance at him, but met a pair of eyes full of emotion, he was stunned and quickly turned his head away from looking at the little idol.

He stabilized his mind and took out the key to open the door and entered the house. He turned around and wanted to close the door but was pressed by a hand on the door.

The little idol leaned on the door with one hand, and followed him closely: "Xiao Lin, happy birthday."