Little slag run

Reluctantly, Di Que accompanied the little devil king in the orchard, playing fart, catching insects and amusing birds every day, watching the little furry boy running around happily, having a great time.

Shang Shiyao is less than ten years old, but he is much stronger than children of the same age, and he does not look inferior when mixed with white and black children.

In comparison, he is like a stunted white chicken mixed in, his age is much older than the other children, but his body, strength and momentum have no advantage at all.

Di Que couldn't help being depressed when he thought about it, and because he couldn't understand the language, he didn't want to accompany Shang Shiyao to play with other silly big guys in the orchard.

"Why are you sitting down again? Get up, let's go climb a tree over there!" Shang Shiyao happily jumped over and tugged at his arm.

"Oh my little ancestor, aren't you tired?" Di Que lay there like a puddle of mud, lamenting Shang Shiyao's endless energy.

"Why are you so boring? Come play with me, and be careful I'll beat you up!" Shang Shiyao stared and pushed Di Que up hard.

Di Que rolled his eyes dumbfounded, thinking that he was really aggrieved by jumping into the pit of fire.

If he knew that there was such a brat who claimed to be his "little uncle" waiting for him in the United States and killed him, he would not have come all the way here.

It's all his mother's fault for hiding the truth from him.

He was playing games when his mother told him about Shang Shiyao, he didn't hear what his mother said at all, he just nodded and dealt with it, at that time he just thought it was a boring thing his mother ordered, now he regrets it too much.

And the great-grandfather was also a strange old man, and the feudal thought of passing on the family line was too serious.

Got a grandson, so he must be forced to inherit the family business with the surname Shang.

Seniority is strictly guarded, but thanks to how much he is older than Shang Shiyao, he is forced to call him little uncle, causing him to be ridden on the head by Shang Shiyao, with nowhere to redress his grievances.

Seeing that he was unhappy, his mother secretly comforted him: "A Yao is so much younger than you, so you should treat him as his elder brother, let him do everything, and make him happy."

Di Que felt resentful, doing his brother's work, but enjoying the treatment of his nephew, why?

When he thought that all the benefits were taken away by Shang Shiyao, a silly little devil who only knew how to shake his fist, Di Que felt his teeth itch with hatred.

Di Que was sulking with puffed cheeks when he got hit on the back of the head.

It hurt but it didn't hurt, Di Que frowned and turned his head, picked up the citrus that had just hit him, looked at Shang Shiyao exaggeratedly pointing at him and bent over with a smile.

Ah... what a nasty little devil!

Di Que exhaled heavily, unwilling to respond to Shang Shiyao's provocation, so he just sat down and peeled the citrus to eat.

When Shang Shiyao saw Di Que ignoring him, he couldn't help but weaken his momentum, he slapped him and came over, and asked in a good voice, "Did it hurt you? Are you angry?"

Di Que snorted coldly, glanced at him, and continued to stuff orange petals into his mouth.

Shang Shiyao blinked, hurriedly took out another big citrus from his pocket, quickly peeled it off, picked up a petal and handed it over: "You are like a little girl, even if I touch you, I will get angry. Don't be angry." , I'll feed you oranges."

Di Que hurriedly dodged the orange petals that almost poked his face, feeling so suffocated that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

"I don't want you to feed me, let's play!" Di Que waved in disgust.

If you call me uncle, I won't be angry!

"..." Shang Shiyao was stunned, holding the hand holding the orange petals in a daze and not letting go, that round handsome face was obviously getting longer and longer.

Di Que couldn't help feeling guilty after being stared at by him. You must know that the little devil is really angry, and he may not be able to beat him.

With a second thought, Di Que still took the orange petal from Shang Shiyao's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Shang Shiyao immediately burst into a hearty smile, and the speed of changing his face dazzled Di Que's eyes.

"Hey, you are my nephew, I will make you happy." Shang Shiyao approached with a happy smile, and then handed him orange petals.

Di Que still didn't hold back, and was amused by this little devil.

Although Shang Shiyao's words are still childish logic, but his innocent mind does not treat him as an outsider.

Di Que moved aside to make room for Shang Shiyao, and Shang Shiyao sat down next to him.

The two of them sat on the mound, shoulder to shoulder, peeling citrus, and within a short while they finished several, which made Di Que hiccup.

Shang Shiyao wiped his mouth, wiped the juice on his clothes, and smirked at Di Que.

"Are you still angry?"

Di Que was stunned, did he want a ten-year-old boy to coax him?

He was a little embarrassed by what Shang Shiyao said, his face was hot, and he snorted noncommittally.

Shang Shiyao was a little anxious, moved closer to him again, and said loudly: "Don't be angry, what else do you want to do? I'll accompany you!"

Seeing Shang Shiyao's big dark eyes staring at him eagerly, Di Que couldn't help but burst out laughing, and pinched Shang Shiyao's little cheek.

"Why are you pinching me? I'm your uncle!" Shang Shiyao covered his face.

Di Que laughed out loud, and suddenly felt that this little devil was quite interesting.

"Hey, I want to play game consoles, do you have them here?" Di Que's hostility towards Shang Shiyao disappeared, and he felt that it was not bad to have such a stupid "brother" with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain.

Shang Shiyao jumped up flattered and said, "I have it in my room, let's go back and play."

Di Que waved his hand and said, "I'm not talking about that, I want to play a big game, the coin-operated one."

The life in the country is too leisurely and ordinary, Di Que has long been covered with hair, and he misses the lively world of flowers and flowers in the city very much.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you can go to the town to look for it and drive there." Shang Shiyao lacked interest.

When Di Que heard this, he became energetic. He hadn't been to a small town in the few days since he came to the orchard.

"Ah Yao, let's go over and play." Di Que also stood up, pulling Shang Shiyao's eyes to shine.

Shang Shiyao pretended to be a young adult and said calmly: "If you want to go to the town, you have to tell grandpa, he will find uncle to take us there."

"Ah?" Di Que twisted his mouth. If he went with adults, he would not be able to play freely if he was guarded.

"Let's go by ourselves, don't you know the way?"

"Of course I know the way!" Shang Shiyao blushed, but still said righteously: "But grandpa said that you must be accompanied by adults when you go out of the orchard."

"Oh, I'm an adult, let's go." Di Que puffed up his chest and patted his chest.

You must know that he will be 16 soon, and he can get his ID card.

"..." Shang Shiyao obviously cast a look of distrust.

The more Di Que thought about it, the more he couldn't bear the loneliness, so he coaxed Shang Shiyao with honey on his lips, "Little uncle, the two of us will go and come back secretly, no one will know. If someone else follows us, we won't be able to have a good time. "

"..." Shang Shiyao was obviously taken advantage of by that "little uncle", and his expression was a little shaken.

Di Que immediately encouraged him persistently, and soon aroused Shang Shiyao's interest.

"Then...you have to follow me when you get to the town, and you can't run around." Shang Shiyao said.

"Absolutely obey orders." Di Que quickly stood at attention and saluted, secretly amused in his heart.

"Then let's go, I'll take you to the bus." Shang Shiyao tugged at Di Que, with a somewhat vigorous leadership posture.

Di Que was also happy that the little ghost took him with him, saving worry and effort.

When he arrived in the small town, Di Que looked at the handsome blond and blue-eyed men and women all over the street with their mouths widened, showing the expression they had when they visited the zoo.

Shang Shiyao led him through two street corners, to a lively neighborhood, and watched a few black people dancing on the street corner.

At that time, there was just a little hip-pop in China, and Di Que didn't know it yet, so he just watched the dazzling movements of those foreigners with great interest, and stood aside and applauded wildly.

After watching for a while, Di Que only felt pain in his eyes, so he pulled Shang Shiyao and asked him to take him to continue shopping.

Seeing Di Que obediently relying on him, Shang Shiyao got excited, took him around, and introduced various shops to him in an eloquent way.

"What do you usually do when you come to town?" Di Que asked.

This town is really small, there is nothing interesting...

"Buy things, listen to music."

"Listening to music?" Di Que was surprised.

"Well, over there. There is a big brother who sings very well and plays the guitar there." Shang Shiyao pulled Di Que over there, watching a young man in a denim shirt playing and singing country songs.

Di Que saw Shang Shiyao staring at the man intently, with an expression of admiration and intoxication on his face, and said with a smile: "Do you like to sing? My dad runs a company. When you grow up, you will become a singer in my dad's company." ah."

Shang Shiyao tilted his head, blinked and said, "Is that okay? I think the man playing the guitar is very handsome."

"Of course, we know each other so well, I'll let you go through the back door." Di Que smiled triumphantly.

Shang Shiyao laughed happily again, and suddenly frowned: "What do you mean by going through the back door?"