The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao hugged the pillars and turned out of the corridor, her short legs fluttered in the air for a while before landing on the ground.

He ran down the corridor and squatted down.The ointment jar was smashed, and the ointment that was originally contained in it was also covered with dust.

Song Jiao tried to use bamboo slices to dig out some that could still be used, but he was clumsy, the more he fiddled with the ointment, the more dust it got on, and it couldn't be used.

Song Jiao lowered his eyes, tears fell down patter.

The little yellow dog followed behind him: "Maomao, I'll get you another tube, and then two more tubes, until Grandpa is all right, don't cry."

Song Jiao wiped his eyes vigorously, lowered his head, not wanting the system to see him still crying, and carefully picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

The little yellow dog stepped forward and poked it with its front paws: "Don't move, wait until you scratch your hand again, I'll go to the mall to rent a sweeping robot to use."

Song Jiao didn't answer, just sniffed, lowered her head, and continued to pick up the tiles.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wrapped up the broken china, and held it in his hand, ready to throw it away.

But when he turned around, he saw Xie Chen standing in the corridor, still holding the ball in his hand.

Song Jiao snorted heavily, stood outside the corridor, and announced to him loudly: "I will never talk to you again!"

Xie Chen was taken aback, and tried to explain: "It's really not me, I came here with them just now, and they ran away."

Song Jiao held the broken porcelain pieces, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.Xie Chen looked at his back: "Hey, over there is..."

Hearing his words, Song Jiao quickened her pace, changed from a fast walk to a fast run, held her breath, and rushed forward sullenly.

Xie Chen watched him circle around the wall, and then turned back.

"That's a dead end, there's no way out."

Song Jiao came back angrily, went to the corridor, first threw the broken porcelain in his hand, and then sent the little yellow dog in, and then grabbed the corridor wall by himself, kicking his short legs, trying to turn in.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Xie Chen wanted to laugh, so he just laughed, but Song Jiao glared at him, and he didn't dare to laugh anymore.

Xie Chen stretched out his hand to give him a hand: "Why are you so stupid?"

Song Jiao shook off his hand, held his breath, and rolled into the corridor.

He picked up the broken porcelain pieces and the little yellow dog on the ground, turned around and walked to the other side, Xie Chen tugged him: "What's the matter with you? I told you, I didn't lose it."

"It's you!" Song Jiao turned her head, "I know, you are the only one who hates me the most!"

"Where do I have it?" Xie Chen suddenly remembered something, and frowned, "Didn't you just say that you won't talk to me?"

Song Jiao choked for a moment: "...Wow!"

"Is that not talking?"

"Not counting! Bow woof! Meow meow cat meow, meow meow! Quack quack!"

Song Jiao was so angry that he jumped around in place, Xie Chen couldn't help it, and he was about to smile.

The next moment, Song Jiao bent down, pressed his head against his stomach, and pushed Xie Chen against the wall with a "meow".

Xie Chen posted it on the wall: "Song... Jiao..."

Song Jiao raised his head and opened his mouth wide like a small animal about to bite.He took a deep breath, and then let out a "roar": "Wow!"

Song Jiao gave him a final angry look, hugged the little yellow dog, turned around and left.

Xie Chen rubbed his stomach, thinking that Song Jiao must have gone to sue his mother, who would definitely not let him go.

Anyway, he would be scolded by his mother when he went back, so he'd better go back later.

Xie Chen, the demon king of the world, has never been short of friends, nor a place to play.

He quickly found the friends who just hit Song Jiao with the ball.

"Brother Shen, we didn't do it on purpose. I really didn't see him. Did he cry?"

"I'm crying, why did I say I made him." Xie Chen pouted, "You guys, go and apologize to him tomorrow."

"Apologize...Your grandpa didn't apologize when you took the ball and smashed it. It's too awkward. Why don't we talk about it tomorrow?"

Xie Chen didn't speak, and turned to leave.

Friends chased after him: "Brother Shen, where are you going to play now?"

"Whatever, go dig some potatoes."

"it is good."

Xie Chen and his friends ate baked potatoes outside, and searched for groundhogs outside the city for a long time. They didn't return home with their spoils until it was dark.

After saying goodbye to his friends, he saw the bright lights in his mother's room from a distance, and he felt bad. His mother must have been very angry, and wanted to teach him a lesson for Song Jiao.

Song Jiao is also true, he said that he didn't do it, and he knew that he hated his own words, it was really annoying.

Xie Chen clenched his palms, wandered outside for a while, and then poked his neck in.

From today onwards, there is one more person that the Demon King of Confusion fears the most.Besides mother is Song Jiao.

Xie Chen pushed the door open and went in, Mrs. Xie was sitting in the room waiting for him.

"Are you willing to come back? After playing outside for so long, you don't even want to eat?"

Xie Chen looked around and asked doubtfully, "Mother, where is Song Jiao?"

Mrs. Xie was also very surprised: "Maomao? Maomao is at his grandfather's place."

Xie Chen was even more puzzled: "He didn't come to complain?"

"What's the complaint?" Mrs. Xie's expression turned serious, "Are you bullying him again?"

"No, not me."

Mrs. Xie had "don't believe it" written all over her face, and Xie Chen hurriedly said, "No!"

"It's fine if you don't. Maomao is worried that his grandfather will not have time, how can he have the time to sue you? How much hardship did he suffer all the way here? He hasn't settled down yet, and the house caught fire again. He is so young, Be well-behaved in front of others, so as not to make people worry, you are not allowed to mess with him these few days."

"Got it." Xie Chen thought for a while, "Mother, where are Song Jiao's parents?"

Mrs. Xie "hush" at him: "You are not allowed to mention his parents in front of Mao Mao. His parents passed away a few years ago. He is young, so I don't think he usually remembers it. When you ask him, he will remember it." .”

Xie Chen blinked: "Oh, I see."

Mrs. Xie squeezed his hands: "Tsk tsk, look at you, your hands are covered in mud again, hurry up and wash your hands and eat."

Xie Chen walked to the washbasin filled with clean water and began to wash his hands.

That night, Xie Chen took a shower, and Mrs. Xie watched him wipe his feet, then watched him go to bed and lay down, and put on the quilt.

Xie Chen was lying on the bed, when his mother put down the curtain and was about to leave, he suddenly said: "Mother."

Mrs. Xie opened the curtain again: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Xie Chen remained silent.

Mrs. Xie asked suspiciously, "Speak up, son, what's the matter?"

Xie Chen was a little embarrassed: "Song Jiao..."

Mrs. Xie nodded: "Well, what's wrong with Maomao?"

"He..." Xie Chen tugged at the quilt and covered the lower half of his face with the quilt.As long as you cover your mouth, the next words are not from him, "Is he not coming back to sleep?"

Madam Xie smiled: "He should have slept with his grandfather, do you miss him?"

Xie Chen shook his head vigorously and closed his eyes: "Mom, I'm asleep."

Mrs. Xie looked at him for a while, helped him pull up the quilt, and went out.

Xie Chen was lying on the bed, and when he heard the sound of the door closing, he turned over and sat up, and found out "south, south, north, west" from under the pillow.

"Do you want to go to Song Jiao tomorrow? South, 21 strokes."

Xie Chen counted 21 seriously, then lifted the curtain and took a look in the moonlight.

is his own name.

The southeast and northwest said no need to go.

Xie Chen put away the southeast and northwest, lay down again, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

He didn't care, it wasn't his fault anyway.

At this time, Song Jiao had already washed up, and was sitting on the couch, talking with grandpa.

He was supposed to tell Grandpa about the broken ointment.But in the end, he still didn't say anything. Anyway, he had already fought with Xie Chen, and even if it was even, there was no need for grandpa to worry.

Song Jiao looked at Grandpa's legs: "Is Grandpa feeling better?"

Grandpa Song said helplessly: "You have asked me a hundred times."

"Hmm." Song Jiao stroked his chin, "Is grandpa going to bed?"

"Go to sleep, it's so late."

"Then I'll blow the lamp." Song Jiao climbed off the bed, ran over barefoot to blow out the candles, then ran back and climbed onto the bed, "Grandpa, I want to sleep outside."

"what happened?"

He said seriously, "Grandpa will fall."

"Yes." Grandpa Song responded, but picked him up, put him in the bed, and covered him with a blanket.

Song Jiao stretched out both hands on the blanket: "Grandpa, do you want to hear a story? A bedtime story."

"I heard you say."

"Then I'll tell grandpa a story about the three little pigs. Once upon a time there were three little pigs. They wanted to build a house. The first little pig...he built the first little pig..."

Song Jiao, who was stuck, called the emergency system: "Total, give me the three little pigs!"

The little yellow dog wagged its tail, found the picture book of the Three Little Pigs from the database, and passed it to Song Jiao.

Song Jiao, who had carefully prepared for the kindergarten storytelling competition, but unfortunately failed to win, read the picture book in his head and told stories to his grandfather.

"Then the big bad wolf came... Then the big bad wolf... The big bad wolf is so sleepy."

Later, the little gray wolf Song Jiao fell asleep.

The system finally knew why he didn't win the prize.

Of course, Grandpa Song didn't mind. He patted Song Jiao's head and was about to go to sleep.

The next morning, Song Jiao woke up early, and was about to climb out of bed lightly. Grandpa Song held him down: "Don't sleep anymore?"

Song Jiao shook his head: "Is Grandpa still going to sleep?"

"Don't sleep."

Song Jiao jumped out of bed: "Then I'll fetch water for grandpa to wash his face."

"Can you handle it? Let someone else do it."

"I can handle it!" Song Jiao ran away after saying that.

Then--

Song Jiao, holding a towel, followed Mr. Xie, who was holding a teapot in one hand and a basin in the other, and came in again.

He said obediently, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Mr. Xie put the things on the side of the couch, Song Jiao stepped forward, helped grandpa up, and held up the water glass: "Grandpa rinses his mouth."

Grandpa Song smiled and rinsed his mouth with his hand.

Master Xie sat down on the edge, propped his head up and watched: "Tsk, you're so filial, so filial, your grandfather was injured a little bit, and you took care of him like a baby."

Song Jiao struggled to wring the towel dry: "Before grandpa is fully recovered, I switched with grandpa. Grandpa is my little grandson."

It's all messed up.

Grandpa Song was angry and funny, and took the towel from him: "Let me twist it, you twist it tick-tock."

After he wrung out the towel, Song Jiao took the towel from him again: "I'll wipe Grandpa's face."

"Okay..." Grandpa Song was stunned by the "sudden gust of wind and rain", "Take it easy, mama, take it easy, grandpa, this is human skin, not cowhide."

Song Jiao was puzzled: "Grandpa, this is how you usually wipe my face."

"...Grandpa was wrong, be gentle next time."

After Song Jiao wiped his grandfather's face, he took out a small comb and combed his grandfather's hair, even his beard.

"How many of these are you still combing?" Mr. Xie said, "Maomao, Grandpa Xie has a big beard, come here and comb it for Grandpa Xie."

Song Jiao turned to look at him: "But Grandpa Xie was not injured."

Old Master Xie smiled: "It's so cute, it's so cute, it's much more considerate than my family's, why don't you recognize me as a godfather?"

Grandpa Song hugged Song Jiao, and just about to refuse, Song Jiao asked, "Then can I be Xie Chen's brother?"

Master Xie laughed: "Do, do, you will be his big brother."

Song Jiao's eyes lit up, and he happily agreed: "That's good, don't go back on your word." He stretched out his hand: "Pull the hook."

He had breakfast with the two grandpas, and finished telling the story of the three little pigs that he hadn't finished last night, and then someone knocked on the door outside.

He put on his shoes on the bed: "I'll go and open the door."

He opened the door, and there were three or four kids around his age standing at the door, a little cautious. Seeing him coming out, they pushed each other and stood in a row.

"Mamao, I'm so sorry, that ball...we didn't mean it."