with son

"Seller of pork?" Jiang Yuxing couldn't help but see Lin Ziyan chopping pork with his sleeves rolled up on the chopping board in Jiang Yuxing's mind, and his heart trembled, "It's...not like it?"

"Of course it doesn't look like that. It's his father who sells pork, not him." Zhao Fengdao, "If you don't believe me, I'll go back and find out which pork seller in the east of the city is surnamed Wang, and we'll go and see together tomorrow."

Before Jiangyu Xing could speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. When he turned his head, he saw the young man who said "my son" poking his head outside the door.

Lin Mo scratched at the door, looking at the people coming out of the lean-to pavilion one after another, but couldn't find his young master in a daze.

He thought that his son was lost, and was anxious to rush back to the Lin Mansion to ask someone to find him, but he ran into He Zhongyun's servant on the way.

Seeing that he was about to cry, the boy couldn't help asking, what's the matter?

Lin Mo said with red eyes: "My son is gone!"

"Missing?" The little servant asked strangely, "Isn't he in the Pinglan Pavilion with my young master?"

Lin Mo: "By, by the railing..."

Lin Mo had heard of Pinglan Pavilion. A few days ago, Lin Daniu told him with a smile that it was the most famous Goulan Courtyard in Beijing.

"Grand... why did you go there?" Lin Mo said in surprise, "If you let the master know, you won't be so angry?"

"It's all right," the young man said indifferently, "My master is also often angry, so why don't young masters run to that pavilion every other day?"

"No," Lin Mo said anxiously, "You can't let the master find out."

He turned his head and was about to run to the Pinglan Pavilion, but the servant stopped him and said, "Don't worry, this is the place you must pass to get to the Pinglan Pavilion. Let's just guard here. If you see someone coming from the house, hurry up." Just go and tell the young master."

Lin Mo: "Is this... so?"

"Don't worry, the young master and I have been like this before." The servant pulled him to sit down at a nearby noodle stall, "I'm starving to death, boss, let me have a bowl of noodles!"

Lin Mo: "..." I, I'm hungry too.

So, the two ate noodle soup "hush" by the stall.While eating, the servant suddenly slapped his chest as if he was choking on his face, "Ahem..."

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Mo said, "Are you choking?"

The little servant pointed forward with one hand and stammered, "Master...Master!"

Lin Mo turned his head and saw a maroon sedan chair hurriedly approaching.

"That's your master's sedan chair?" He turned his head, and before he could finish his sentence, the servant hurried to the leaning pavilion, patting his chest for breath.

Lin Mo stared blankly at him running away, bowed his head and ate two mouthfuls of noodles, and then suddenly realized, stood up suddenly, "Master!"

He also hurriedly ran to Pinglan Pavilion.

When Lin Mo ran to Pinglan Pavilion panting, he saw He Zhongyun being dragged out by his father by his ears.

"Dad, dad, it hurts..."

"You still know it hurts! Nizi!"

Lin Mo watched them walk away, and ran into the pavilion to find his young master, but as soon as he entered the door, the old bustard came up to him with all his splendor, "Young master..."

He ran out again in fright, only dared to stand outside the door, watching the people coming and going, looking for his son.

However, the young master didn't find him, but he saw the Deng Tuzi who wanted to take off his young master's clothes, coming out.

Lin Mo took a step back unconsciously, and looked at him closely with frowns.

Seeing that he was full of wariness, Jiang Yuxing wanted to ease the atmosphere for fear that he would not be able to ask anything.

"Small……"

What did that person call him last time?Thinking about Jiangyu, it seems to be... small...

"Little black."

Lin Mo suddenly became angry, "You are the only black, your whole family is black!"

Jiangyu Xing: "..."

Jiang Yuxing had no choice but to ask, "What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" Lin Mo said fiercely, "Who are you?"

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Yuxing probably wouldn't obediently say what his young master's name is. He immediately turned fierce, grabbed him by the collar, and said viciously, "Say! What's your young master's name?!"

Lin Mo looked terrified, you... what are you going to do? !

He wanted to run in a panic, but was pulled by the collar by Jiang Yuxing. In a panic, he grabbed Jiang Yuxing's hand and bit him.

"Hiss..." Jiang Yuxing let go of his hand with a pain, and Lin Mo ran away, but a figure suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and then his neck hurt and he passed out.

Zhao Feng caught the fainted Lin Mo, and smiled triumphantly at Jiang Yuxing, "I can't run away now."

Jiang Yuxing: "...Then how do I ask?"

Zhao Feng: "..."

That night, Lao Wang, who sells pork in the east of the city, was falling asleep when he suddenly heard a rapid knock on the door.

"Who is it?" He got up and opened the door cursing, and saw two men standing outside the door, carrying a boy on their shoulders.

"The bookboy fainted by the roadside," Zhao Feng said without blushing, "I heard it belonged to your family, so we sent him back."

"What book boy?" Old Wang asked inexplicably, "My family is all butchers and sells meat. Where did the book boy come from?"

Jiang Yuxing frowned, and said, "Look carefully, it really doesn't belong to your family?"

Old Wang leaned over to take a look, and said a little uncertainly, "This... this seems to be Mr. Lin's book boy?"

Jiang Yuxing's eyes lit up, "Mr. Lin?"

"That's right," Old Wang said, "A few days ago, Fu Gui and I went to the Lin Mansion to deliver meat, and I seemed to see him with Mr. Lin."

"Fugui?" Zhao Feng said in surprise, "Wang Fugui?!"

Old Wang asked suspiciously, "Do you know my son?"

Zhao Feng: "..." Now I don't know if I recognize him or not.

"Is your son at home?" Jiang Yuxing said, "Can you tell him to come out?"

Lao Wang was confused, walked back and called Wang Fugui.

Then, a fat man with disheveled clothes and sleepy eyes came out, "What's the matter?"

Jiangyu line, Zhao Feng: "..."

When Lin Ziyan hurried home, he realized that Lin Mo hadn't come back.

He hurriedly asked someone to look for it, but he couldn't find it all night.

"Don't worry," Lin Xiuyuan, who came back from He Mansion, comforted him, "Maybe he went somewhere to play, you should rest first, and then Dad will send someone to look for it."

Lin Ziyan nodded, but didn't sleep well all night, and got up early the next day.

He was washing in the courtyard, when he heard a sound on the wall, looked up, and saw the person who wanted to tear his clothes sitting on the wall, with a sack on his shoulder.

Jiang Yuxing looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Wang Fugui?"

Lin Ziyan: "..."