little master

34.

Before the Spring Festival, the Qi family sent people to pick up the young master several times, saying that it was the New Year's Eve, and the family should be reunited. What they meant was to let the young master go home. Mr. Qi missed him and hoped that he could Go home for the New Year.

But the young master didn't want to go back.

The method we generally adopt is to block when the soldiers come, and cover when the water comes.

When people came for the first time, they rang the doorbell, and the young master didn't even come out of the bedroom, so I came forward and drove them away.

The second time they learned a little bit smarter, knowing that knocking on the door would not let us in, so they stopped knocking, and stayed at the door until we went out, waiting for an opportunity, and when the young master came out, a few of them were wearing black suits The people lined up, respectfully lined up beside the car at the door, bent down and said to the young master: "Master, please get in the car."

The young master's reaction to this was that he pointed his finger, but he didn't want to say anything, and just gave me a look.

I understood it, went up, and exercised my muscles with the help of these people.

In the end, with emotion, he told them with reason and reason not to come again, the young master would not go back.

A few of them crawled back while nodding in disgrace, got into the car and ran away without looking back.

The young master praised me very reservedly: "Not bad."

I asked, "Is there any reward for that?"

Him: "What reward?"

I shamelessly said: "I may have touched my hand when I drove them away, and it hurt a little...Can you press it for me?"

As I said that, I stretched out my hand to show him, deliberately pretending to be unable to flex or stretch.

He caught a glimpse of me like this, and said disgustedly: "You're so stupid, you can even hurt yourself when you hit someone."

Although his mouth was merciless, he quickly pulled his hand out of the warm pocket, put it on my hand, carefully pressed it a few times, and paid attention to the joints, pinching every finger.

In the end, he put his hand on my palm and asked if it was all right.

I said yes, thank you, young master.

Then he took the opportunity to wrap his hands around him: "In return, let me warm your hands."

He moved, but didn't take his hand back.

I originally thought that those people had hit a wall twice. After all, it was only three things, so they probably wouldn't come again in the future.But who knows that there is an exception to everything, and they just don't play cards according to common sense.

It had not been two days since I was driven away. When I came back from grocery shopping, I felt something was wrong as soon as I arrived at the door.

Whose car is this on the side of the road?How long did you stop?Why have I never seen it?

Could it be that group of people came again?

Is it haunting or what?

Feeling something was wrong, I stopped quickly, left my things in the car, got out of the car alone, walked around the unknown car, and found that it was not the one driven by those people before.

I can't figure out anything just by studying the car here. I suddenly remembered that the young master is alone at home now. No matter who comes, how should he deal with it alone?

Damn, is this a good idea to pick when I'm not around?

If I had known something would happen, my mother shouldn't have left him alone at home.

It is too late to think about this at this time, things have already happened, and it is impossible to change them with regret.

The only hope is that the car is still there, and it looks like the person hasn't left yet.

I realized this, took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down quickly, put aside unanswered questions, and went straight to the door.

When I ran, my mind was in a mess, and I wondered for a while whether he had been taken away, was he injured?Will those seemingly simple-minded people with well-developed limbs use force because of his resistance?But don't...just in case...

At the moment when I finally stood still at the door, I put away all my guesses, and my thousands of thoughts condensed into one sentence:

No one can take him away.

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