Reserved food, he has cubs

Ming Yi reached out and grabbed the pen, dipped the pen in the ink in a dignified manner, and then moved to the paper laid out on the table.

He Chen looked at him, still thinking about what the old monster said just now.

Are you going to eat him?

Ming Yi dipped a pen full of ink, and before he even finished writing, a large drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen, leaving a small piece of dirt on the paper.

He Chen: ...

He Chen raised his eyes again, and saw Mingyi's posture holding the pen.He actually covered the pen holder with his whole hand, and was writing while holding the pen holder.

He Chen closed his eyes.

It hurts the eyes.

He reached out and took the pen out of Ming Yi's hand, put it on the pen rest, and said, "Stretch out your hand. Palm up, flatten it out."

Mingyi stretched out his hand according to his words.

He Chen stretched out his hand and said again, "Look at me."

Mingyi looked up at him.He Chen was silent for a while, and added: "Look at my hand." So Mingyi let out an "oh" and lowered his head again.

He Chen also flattened his hands, then glanced at Mingyi's hand next to him, and suddenly paused.

Comparing them together like this, the hand that stores food is actually a whole circle smaller than his own.He seemed to have a small frame, and he was a bit malnourished. His fingers were long but thin, only the knuckles were slightly thick, and the palms and pulps were covered with calluses, as if he was used to rough work.

This hand is so small that it seems... that it can be completely wrapped in the palm of my hand.

He Chen was in a daze for a moment, then came back to his senses and frowned.

He continued to move, raised his hand, slowly curled up his four fingers, assumed the posture of holding a pen, put the pen in his hand, and motioned to Ming Yi: "Hold the pen like this."

Mingyi pictured cats and tigers, holding the pen in his hand with style.Although it doesn't look very standard, at least it looks like it can write.

He Chen didn't care anymore, he withdrew his hand and looked at him silently.

Mingyi once again dipped the pen into the ink, and wrote on the paper flamboyantly for a while, writing without hesitation, with a very confident posture.

Looking at the words he wrote on the paper again, He Chen: ...

After Ming Yi finished writing, he put the pen on the pen holder according to He Chen's manner, smiled and said obediently: "It's finished."

He Chen was silent for a long time facing the pile of things on the paper that he didn't know what the stuff was or even couldn't distinguish a few words.

"……What is this?"

Mingyi stretched out his index finger, and seriously counted on the paper: "Sheep, one, two, three, eat, day, month. That's all I thought of."

He Chen put down the paper and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

Mingyi worried: "He Chen, do you have a headache again?"

Mingyi thought about it, and remembered the last time when He Chen felt uncomfortable looking at it, he called himself to get closer, and then he seemed to feel better looking at it.

He took two steps towards He Chen, and said cautiously, "He Chen...do you want me to go there?"

He Chen paused when he heard this.Then he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down a bit.

"Need not."

He looked down at Mingyi: "I'll teach you how to write your name first. Mingyi... which two characters are they?"

Mingyi's cheeks turned red, he tapped the paper he had just written on, and said, "Ming means the sun and the moon. Righteousness means... the righteousness of Juyi Villa."

The name has some meaning.He Chen walked to Mingyi's side, took a pen from the pen holder, and dipped ink into the inkstone: "Why is it called that name?"

"I am the eldest in our family. My mother originally named me Mingyi because I was the first one. After I went to school, my husband said that this name was chosen too casually, so my mother asked him to change the name for me."

"Well," He Chen wrote the word "Ming" on the paper, "Why did you change it to Yi?"

Mingyi showed a thoughtful look: "At that time, when my husband was going to change my name, he asked me how the word Yi was like."

"I asked him, what is righteousness? At that time, he said that righteousness is loyalty."

He Chen looked up at him: "So you chose this word?"

It can't be seen that although this grain reserve is illiterate, he is actually loyal.

Mingyi laughed: "I asked Mr., what is loyalty? Mr. finally told me that loyalty means drinking in big bowls and eating meat in big pieces."

"I just said, good!!"

He Chen: ...

He Chen turned his eyes back in silence.

Sure enough, he thought too much.

He slowly wrote the word "righteousness" on the paper.

Mingyi looked down at these two words, and said pleasantly, "It's so beautiful! It's the first time I've seen my name written so beautifully... He Chen, you are so amazing."

He seemed to really like it, and cautiously reached out to touch it, but the ink was still wet, so he stopped his hand cherishingly, and didn't really touch it.

When he said this, there was a clean and bright white light on his body.

He Chen opened his eyes to one side as if his eyes had been burned.After a while, he said "hmm".

Then He Chen said again: "You follow this and write it again."

Ming Yi nodded obediently, holding the pen and lowering his head to write seriously.When He Chen saw it, he felt a little headache: "The posture is wrong."

Mingyi seemed to have forgotten the correct posture, he hesitated for a long time while holding the pen, then held it in the palm of his hand and poked straight down.

Then, He Chen watched silently as he compared his own handwriting, and once again wrote a masterpiece of ghost drawing talismans that would make a ghost say something when he saw a ghost.

He Chen put down the pen in his hand, turned his head to look at the flowering branches outside the window, and found that he could fully understand the words of the teacher who taught Mingyi before.

Although human beings lie a lot, but this person really has no lie.

The desk is next to the window, and outside the window is a clump of wintersweet, and the flowers and branches are reflected into the house faintly, and at the same time, they are quietly exuding a delicate fragrance.

Mingyi turned his head to look at the window along with him, looked at the flower shadow, sniffed, and said with a smile, "It smells so good."

He Chen didn't want to talk to him.

"Goo-"

Ming Yi looked straight at Hua Zhi and rubbed his stomach innocently.

He Chen: ...

Sure enough, it's better to eat up this stupid, stupid, and unsightly food reserve as soon as possible!

-

They ate the vegetables they bought in the restaurant in the morning, and they warmed them with the warm box sent by the store, and the temperature was just right when they were taken out.

There is also a large amount of mussels in it. Although the mussels are dried mussels, they are huge in size and delicious in taste. The soup is very fragrant and soaked in the fragrance of mussels.The white rice is packaged separately, probably for fear of losing its taste after soaking for too long.As soon as the lid is lifted, the sweet rice fragrance rushes to the face. The rice grains are distinct, crystal clear and white, plump and full of elasticity. It can make people eat two big bowls when eaten dry.

Mingyi ate it little by little with a spoon, feeling very satisfied.He Chen didn't touch the sumptuous dishes on the table, he only tasted a few mouthfuls as if bored, and then played with the folding fan in his hand without much interest.

After eating, Mingyi bit his chopsticks and asked He Chen if there was any work for him to help, he was embarrassed to eat and live here for nothing.

Besides, the little uncle would help him, so he was even more embarrassed.

He Chen paused, then looked at Ming Yi thoughtfully for a while.His expression seemed a little dangerous, which made Mingyi shiver inexplicably.

In the end, He Chen looked away and said, "Just practice your handwriting well. There's nothing for you to do here."

"I know a lot!" Ming Yi was a little at a loss, "I can feed pigs, herd sheep, chop firewood, plant land, weed, water... I can do it all!"

He Chen frowned the more he listened.He glanced at Mingyi, and said, "No need. Your pair of chopsticks are not bad."

Ming Yi was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes: "He Chen, you are so kind!"

However, He Chen's face darkened, and a little irritability flashed across his heart.

always like this.I'm not a very good person, and I'm not good either.I kept you just to eat you.

You will understand sooner or later.

Until then...

He Chen lowered his eyes, suddenly feeling a little dull.

At that time, you will never show me that look again.

-

Midnight.

He Chen sat in the pavilion, drinking silently facing the moonlight.

There was a jug of wine in front of him, and there was no one on the opposite side, but there was also one thing - a bowl of cheese.

Cheese is not real human food, it is conjured by him with sorcery.For some reason, every time he placed wine, he would subconsciously place an extra bowl of cheese, as skillfully as adding an extra wine glass, and gradually got used to it.

He Chen often drinks at night, but this human drink is meaningless to him, in fact he can't get drunk.

But what he does is just like human eating and drinking, it is a natural process that does not require thinking.He never inquired into the meaning of these.

The winter night was cold and silent, and the moonlight shone coolly on the water beside it, casting a strip of light like a path.He Chen took a sip of the wine in the small cup, and looked at the light in silence.

After watching for a long time, he always vaguely felt that someone would come back from the moon and smile brightly at him.

At such times, he would occasionally have an illusion, as if... as if he had been waiting for someone.

For some reason, the image of teaching Mingyi to write during the day suddenly appeared in He Chen's mind.

He Chen stopped his movements, and turned the wine cup in his hand with two slender fingers.

He filled the glass again and drank it down again.In a trance, he suddenly seemed to hear someone talking.

"Little monster, you have been watching there for a long time, do you understand?"

"I'll teach you how to read, okay?"

The voice disappeared in a flash, too ethereal to catch.At the same time, a figure slowly approached the pavilion from the other side of the moonlight.

He Chen stared at that place silently.After a while, he realized that his breathing was a little short.

The figure approached slowly, stepped out of the shadows, and was exposed to the moonlight.

He Chen suddenly realized that it was none other than the food reserves he kept in the mansion.

Mingyi walked around the pool, then walked away without saying a word.

He Chen:?

Before he could have another drink, Mingyi came again and walked around the pool again.

He Chen: ...

What's wrong with this food reserve? !

This time, Ming Yi seemed to have finally found the right direction, and walked all the way to the pavilion where He Chen was.

He wobbled onto the small bridge leading to the middle of the water, and his appearance made people worry that he might accidentally fall into the water.Fortunately, he passed the narrow bridge without any risk and walked into the pavilion slowly.

He Chen saw that Mingyi's eyes were tightly closed, his complexion was pale, he seemed to be sleepwalking, and his footsteps were flimsy, but he was approaching him step by step.

Ming Yi came in front of He Chen, then lowered his head, and slowly buried his face in He Chen's palm.