Yu Juntong

After the new year, Bailizhuang took in an apprentice, named Wutong.

That's right, that brat, since that day's conversation, Baili Rong has made up his mind, the junior sister doesn't know why he is so hasty, could it be because of Wu Hu.Even so, why is his name Wutong? You know, Fengqi Wutong!Still talking about now, his senior brother still can't let go of Phoenix.

Speaking of Wutong, who is only six years old, he can't tell how young he is in his speech and behavior, and he is always taciturn and unsmiling, but he treats Baili respectfully.

But Baili Wuyou can't think so much, now there is someone playing with him, there is a three-year age difference between them, but it doesn't matter, Baili Rong's original purpose was to be able to accompany Wuyou, his son.

"Master, when can I learn martial arts!"

"Go to Zamabu first!"

"Master, this is already the third month!"

Baili Rong didn't listen at all, holding the ledger in his hand, he ordered the gorgeously dressed uncles around him to leave him behind without another word.

"Wutong, play with me!" Wuyou ran over and grabbed the hem of his clothes, shaking his small hands, and what he got was Wutong's face was black, and he looked at Wuyou coldly, so Wuyou was used to his expression, "I It's the young master, you have to listen to me! Come on, I'm going to the garden to see the flowers."

Wutong was led by him, one big and one small, to the garden. For this young master, Wutong basically had nothing to do with it. The three-year-old Wuyou was fair and handsome. dolls.According to the agreement between him and Baili Rong, what he has to fulfill is to protect this child and never disobey his orders. From now on, this child will be his master.Like a shadow hidden in the darkness, shadows go hand in hand.

"Yes, Master!"

I took off my winter clothes in March, but I still couldn't stand the cold spring, the peach blossoms were sickly in bloom, and the cool air was scattered, without the color of the past.

"Wutong Wutong, my jade card has fallen."

"Yes, Master!"

Some sprouts appeared in the garden, and the fluffy ones spread on the ground, Wuyou put the jade tablet in his arms, but it fell off at some point.The little guy wanted to bury his head in the ground, but he couldn't find it.

"Is it this one?" Indus twisted a jade tablet from the dead branch of the golden vine, the red string was wrapped with gold thread, and a wishful bead was wrapped around the joint, tied with a wishful knot. On the jade tablet was a unicorn , surrounded by auspicious clouds.A dark red medium fainted from the body of the jade, with tiny tentacles like cotton wool. Wu Tong couldn't see what happened but knew that this piece of jade must be worth a lot.

"Why, do you like it? If you like it, I can give it to you. Anyway, my mother doesn't like this stone!" Wuyou pouted and looked at this piece of jade. I don't know why my father would wear it for him every time. He will always take it off and warn him not to wear it next time.

Holding the jade card, Wu Tong's expression changed, and he leaned down and asked softly, "Is this given to you by a person surnamed Feng?"

"It seems to be, mother always said phoenix, I still think it is a bird! Anyway, I don't like it, if you like it, you can take it away!"

"Since it was given to you by someone else, you can keep it." Indus stretched the red rope and put it around Wuyou's neck, stroked the jade with his fingertips and put it into Wuyou's arms, "Don't take this casually in the future Come out, if someone takes a fancy to it, they will definitely steal it."

"If they want it, I'll give it to them. Why would you steal it?" Xiao Wuyou tilted her head, shaking her two small hands to feel for the jade token through her clothes. She couldn't figure out how it was just a jade pendant that would be stolen by others. go.

Wutong didn't know how to explain it, so he straightened up, "You're still too young, anyway, just listen to me."

"The phoenix tree, if others come to snatch it, will you protect it for me?"

"No," Wu Tong immediately refused, seeing Wuyou's face darken, "But I will protect the young master, and I will protect you to the death!"

Baili Wuyou still didn't quite understand the meaning of swearing to protect him to the death, but he could feel Wutong's determination, so he stretched out his hand and patted his side arm, "He's really my good brother!" Wuyou didn't know why this happened, but his father always looked like this.Wu Tong looked funny, the little child could even imitate the communication of adults, smiled and followed.

"The peach blossoms are blooming, don't you want to see them?"

"Ah, I forgot, let's go and pick peach blossoms! Grandma is going to make a purse, and I can ask her to show you a beautiful purse."

"Pouch?"

"Yes, it's delicious, look!" Wuyou took out the dark blue purse at his waist. The purse was not big, with red tassels hanging from it, and small pink and red petals embroidered on the surface. The thread is embroidered with the word "Fu", and the edges are carefully rolled.

Indus took it over, the weight in his hand was not heavy, the faint smell floated into the nostrils, the smell of peach blossom was not so strong, so he couldn't help asking: "What's the smell?"

"I don't know, but grandma always picks plum blossoms in winter, makes sticky oil-like things and then soaks them in water. Everything is fragrant, and it should be the smell of plum blossoms. Don't you Like it?"

Wu Tong squatted down and hung the purse back on Wuyou's waist, "I'm just a guard, there's nothing I like or dislike." This is obviously from the mouth of a six-year-old child. He's a bit old-fashioned, and at such an old age, he is always at the age of squeezing mud outside. Wuyou may feel a little distressed. He held his hand and said, "You are not a guard, you are my senior brother, my elder brother. You know Wu Uncle, just like my father and Uncle Wu, we are good friends." Maybe he didn't want to be sensational, so he ran into his arms worry-free and patted his back carefully.

"Thank you!" This is a sentence of thanks from Wutong, without any rank, without any pressure, just friends, brothers.