The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

They spoke in a low voice, Song Jiao couldn't hear clearly, touched his cheek, and asked doubtfully, "What are you talking about?"

Several children pushed and shoved for a while.

"Brother Parrot, you threw that ball at that time!"

"Yes, you apologize first."

They discussed it for a while and then sent a representative out.

Song Jiao recognized him, his name was Muying.When Song Jiao lived here before, he played with him.

He was pushed in front of Song Jiao by his friends, holding the hem of his clothes cautiously with both hands, lowered his head, and drew several circles on the ground with his toes: "Um... Mamao, I threw that ball yesterday. You, I'm sorry."

He sounded like a mosquito, and after saying this, his face turned red, and he turned around and ran away.

Song Jiao didn't even have time to speak.

The rest of the friends also called him from behind: "Brother Parrot! Brother Parrot! Your apology gift hasn't been given yet!"

They stomped their feet in a hurry, said "Maomao, wait a minute", and went to chase them.

Song Jiao stood where he was, puffing his cheeks.

It turned out to be him, but he wasn't angry anymore, it was just...

He seemed to have misunderstood Xie Shen.

At that time, Xie Chen said "it's not him" three times, but he still didn't believe Xie Chen.

He was pissed off, that's all.

Song Jiao pinched his sleeves, feeling a little embarrassed.He turned around and poked his head into the room: "Grandpa..."

Grandpa Song waved his hand at him: "Understood, you go and play."

"Yeah." Song Jiao beckoned the little yellow dog to come over and hugged him, "Everything."

The system is not in a good mood, lying in his arms, with his legs upturned: "What are you doing?"

"All." Song Jiao rubbed his cheeks against him, "I seem to have misunderstood Xie Chen."

"Ah."

"I want to buy him a little present to apologize."

The system raised the volume slightly, and the tone rose: "Huh?"

"Let's go shopping."

"Do you have money?"

Song Jiao touched his empty pockets, then pushed open the door, with sincere eyes: "Grandpa..."

Hearing that he was going to the streets, Grandpa Song didn't need to pay, so Mr. Xie took out his own money bag: "Come on, Maomao, grandpa will give you the money. It's not safe for you to go out alone. I'll let my men accompany you."

then--

Song Jiao was holding a purse heavier than a little yellow dog in both hands, and six tall bandits stood behind him in two rows with their hands behind their backs.Among them was the bandit whom he regarded as a human trafficker.

It's like a little bully out on the street.

The bandit stepped forward and made a "please" gesture: "Young Master Song, the most famous preserved fruit shop in Liangzhou City is in front of you."

Song Jiao and the little yellow dog turned their heads together, and showed him an awkward yet polite smile: "Thank you uncle."

Two bandits stood guard at the door of the store, two bandits were in charge of clearing the place, and two bandits followed behind Song Jiao.

Song Jiao turned her head and whispered, "Uncle, don't worry about it."

The bandit didn't look sideways: "This is the meaning of the old master, and the subordinates just act according to the wishes of the old master. The name of the subordinate is Fan Kai, and the young master can call me by my name."

Song Jiao subconsciously asked, "Why isn't it called 'opening a meal'?"

"..."

Very difficult question to answer.

Fan Kai pursed his lips tightly, I am a bandit without emotion.

Song Jiao touched his face, really a little puzzled.

At this time, the two bandits in the shop also came out: "The idlers have all been driven away, and Young Master Song can go in."

"Next time...you don't need to be so troublesome." Song Jiao walked into the shop accompanied by several bandits.

The room was full of candied fruit, which smelled sweet and greasy. Song Jiao walked around the shop with the little yellow dog, holding the money bag.

Song Jiao didn't know what Xie Chen liked to eat, so after thinking about it, he turned around and asked, "Uncle Kaifan, what does Xie Chen like to eat?"

Fan Kai was expressionless: "The young master doesn't like to eat candied fruit, he vomited from eating it when he was a child."

Song Jiao exclaimed: "Wow! Keep eating until you vomit, this is too good!"

Xie Chen didn't think so.

Fan Kai said: "If the young master wants to buy something for the young master, he should change the store."

"I see." Song Jiao nodded, but still went to the cabinet for candied fruit, touched the tip of his nose, and asked the boy to pack some for him.

The candied fruit was wrapped in oiled paper and thin straw rope, and just as Song Jiao was about to reach out to pick it up, Fan Kai, who was behind him, stepped forward to help him carry it away.

Song Jiao turned her head and said seriously, "Uncle, each person can only take one bag."

"Oh." Fan Kai distributed the candied fruit in his hand to the other three people, asking them to carry one bag each, but there were two extra bags.

Song Jiao stood on tiptoe, took two bags of candied fruit from him, trotted out, and handed them to the two bandits guarding the door.

He smiled, a little embarrassed: "This is delicious. I just ate one, and you should eat it too. Thank you for your hard work."

It turned out that it was bought for them, and the bandits unconsciously covered their hearts.

It felt like something had hit me in the chest.

Song Jiao ran back to pay the bill, and the money bag Grandpa Xie gave him was hung on his waist. It was so heavy that he almost fell down.

Song Jiao took off the purse, tiptoed, put the purse on the counter, and asked the boy, "Uncle, how much does it cost?"

"No money..." The cute boy came to his senses and quickly changed his words, "No, fifty coins."

Song Jiao opened the purse and was about to give him the money, but after seeing the contents of the purse clearly, Song Jiao opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath.

He took the purse back and turned to look for the little yellow dog: "All, all!"

Song Jiao put the money bag on the ground mysteriously, and greeted him in a low voice: "All, look."

The system is a little speechless, what is it, so nervous?As a time traveler, be a little more reserved...

The system took a deep breath, what confused his eyes?

"It's gold! Thank you grandpa for giving me gold!"

One person and one dog squatted on the ground, carefully observing the gold ingots.

"Thank you grandpa for being so rich!"

"Mamao, don't buy candied fruit, how about you buy a Want Want gift bag with me? The control center has no express regulations that gold is not allowed to be exchanged for points. I will stipulate that the exchange rate for gold and points is one-to-one."

"Wow!"

"Stop wowing, consider my proposal..."

"Wow! It's glowing!"

Because Song Jiao couldn't stop saying "wow", Fan Kai settled the bill for him in the end.

Song Jiao took out a big gold ingot and handed it to him, the corner of Fan Kai's mouth twitched: "Young master, I can't find it."

"Then I'll return it to you when I go back."

Song Jiao finally understood why Grandpa Xie sent six people to accompany him.

It is indeed dangerous to carry a large bag of gold on the street.

Song Jiao went back to the defense mansion with her things in her arms, brought candied fruit to Grandpa and Grandpa Xie, and asked Grandpa to pay the bill.

Grandpa Song glanced at Old Master Xie, smiled and counted the copper coins to Song Jiao: "You save money for him? Didn't he give you money?"

Song Jiaoqian leaned over, opened half of the purse, and said mysteriously, "Grandpa, look."

Grandpa Song was shocked, Song Jiao stuffed the money bag to him: "Save it for Grandpa."

He gave the gold ingot to his grandfather, took a handful of copper plates from his grandfather, held them in both hands, and went out.

Fan Kai was waiting outside, holding the candied fruit that Song Jiao gave him in one hand, and oiled paper and thin straw rope in the other.

Song Jiao walked up to him holding the copper coin: "Uncle, cook."

The two exchanged the things in their hands, and Fan Kai asked him: "Isn't the young master going to buy something for the young master?"

Song Jiao raised the oil paper and thin straw rope in his hand: "Buy it."

Fan Kai remained silent, are you afraid that you want to piss off the young master on purpose?

Song Jiao said goodbye to him, took the little yellow dog, and found an empty corner.

"Tongtong, I want a bag of Want Want gift bags."

"No, you returned the gold back."

"I can't manage so much money, so I gave it to grandpa."

The little yellow dog "snored": "Then you will take care of the big gift bag?"

"Yes." Song Jiao nodded, "I haven't apologized to Xie Chen yet."

The system said solemnly: "No, it's okay for you to eat snacks by yourself, you can't give them to others."

Song Jiao raised the oiled paper in his hand: "So I bought these things, I repacked the snacks, and watched him finish eating, so no one else would know."

The system was still a little hesitant, Song Jiao leaned over and rubbed the little yellow dog's bald head with his cheek.

"I know it's all the best."

The system finally fulfilled his wish. Song Jiao washed his hands, spread a piece of greased paper, and tore open the snow cake package with a click.

The little yellow dog stared wide-eyed: "Hey! Why did you eat it yourself!"

"Oops, I'm used to it." Song Jiao took out a piece of snow cake he had bitten and licked it, "I can only work hard when I'm full, but it would be great if there was more sugar on top."

After eating the snow cakes, Song Jiao took out another small packet of senbei: "If the ones on the top... the salty ones, just a little more."

The little yellow dog was shocked, and then stretched out its paw, pressing down his hand that was going to get the milk candy: "Isn't it for Xie Chen? What do you give him after you finish eating?"

Song Jiao was startled: "I almost forgot about him."

"You are not allowed to eat it!" Song Jiao patted his hands, then took out new snacks, tore open the packaging, placed them on oiled paper, repacked them, and turned them into local snacks.

Song Jiao worked for a long time before stuffing all the snacks into the oil paper.

He just breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands when the system said, "Someone is here!"

Song Jiao and he hurriedly put away the unpacked package, and the next moment, someone patted Song Jiao on the shoulder.

"Mao Mao..."

Song Jiao turned around.

It was those children again, and Mu Ying was still the leader.

With his hands behind his back, he smiled at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao said: "I know. I was angry because I overturned my grandfather's medicine. I am not angry anymore."

"That's good." Mu Ying quickly stretched out her right hand, and stuffed him with a dark, warm thing, "Here you are."

Song Jiao squeezed the thing, it was soft.

Mu Ying explained: "Roasted potatoes, I went digging them with them early in the morning."

Afterwards, the rest of the people also stepped forward, and each of them gave him a baked potato.

"And this." Mu Ying stretched out her left hand again, and gave him a box of ointment, "I'll give you this too, scald ointment, this is very useful, it's cool, and won't leave scars."

He looked up and looked at Song Jiao timidly: "I'm really sorry, we will be very careful next time we play football."

Song Jiao was holding a pile of round potatoes, shaking them: "I...I invite you to eat snacks."

A group of people sat in the corridor, forming a circle, and the oil paper that Song Jiao had just wrapped was opened again and placed in the middle.

Song Jiao broke open the potatoes, ate half for himself, and half for the little yellow dog.

He gnawed on the potato, looked up and said, "Why didn't Xie Chen come?"

Mu Ying threw Wangwang's small crisps into her mouth, and said, "Brother Shen is waiting in the room."

"Wait? Waiting for what?"

"Wait until we get back to find him."

Song Jiao was puzzled: "Huh?"

"Brother Shen came to us early in the morning and asked us to apologize to you. The box of burn ointment is also his."

In the room, Xie Chen was laying on the bed with his legs crossed, playing with the north, south, east and west.

Before long, he couldn't sit still, stuffed things under the pillow, and jumped out of bed.

What happened to Muying?It's so slow to ask him to apologize, they won't make Song Jiao cry again, will they?

Really, he'll have to check it out in the end.

Xie Chen picked up his cloak and was about to go out when he saw Song Jiao walking towards here with his little yellow dog.

Xie Chen took a step back, frowned, threw away the cloak, jumped on the bed and lay down again.

Song Jiao carried the snacks left for Xie Chen, knocked on the door outside, and deliberately put down a soft tone: "Xie Chen, are you home?"

Xie Chen rolled his eyes, pulled off the quilt, and covered himself: "Ahem...I'm..."

"Then I'm coming in." Song Jiao pushed the door open and walked to the bed, "I brought you snacks."

"Cough cough..."

"I wronged you yesterday. I'm really sorry. It's all my fault."

"Cough cough cough..."

Xie Chenlian coughed several times before Song Jiao realized: "You are sick!"

"That's right, I was bumped by you yesterday, and I felt my body...cough cough cough..."

Song Jiao's eyes turned red immediately: "You...don't die, I didn't mean to."

Xie Chen was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, with his hands folded in front of him, very peaceful.

Song Jiao sat beside him, with red eyes, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead: "What's wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt? But... I obviously didn't use much force."

Xie Chen said "like a gossamer": "You are like a cow. You pushed me against the wall, and you said you didn't use much force. You are so bad... cough cough."

Song Jiao hurriedly patted his chest to let him breathe, and whispered: "I didn't mean that, I just... I'm sorry, I will go to your grandpa right now, admit my mistake to him, and then ask him to find a doctor for you. Heal your illness."

"No need!" Xie Chen jumped up from the bed, lay back down again, held Song Jiao's hand, felt it felt good, and squeezed it, "I already saw the doctor yesterday."

Song Jiao asked with concern: "What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said I..." Xie Chen squeezed his little fleshy hand and sighed heavily.

"What did the doctor say?"

Xie Chen has never seen a doctor at all, so how could he say what the doctor said?

"The doctor said, I was knocked out by your head..." He thought deeply, "Internal injuries, internal organs have been displaced, I'm afraid I won't survive five days."

Song Jiao's eyes became more and more red: "Ah? Five days!" He threw himself on Xie Chen: "Xie Chen, don't die!"

Xie Chenping was lying down, secretly curling the corners of his lips: "You've crushed me."

Song Jiao quickly got up and looked at him with tears in his eyes: "I'll tell your grandpa and your mother now..."

"I was bumped into this by you. If you tell them, you will inevitably get beaten up." Xie Chen glanced at him, "I didn't tell them because of you."

When Song Jiao heard this, he was even more moved: "It's okay, your illness is important."

"Oh, I'm hopeless. You tell them, it's not in vain to make them sad."

"But……"

Xie Chen had teased him enough, afraid that the scene would not end, he turned around and picked up the things Song Jiao brought: "What is this?"

Song Jiao sniffed: "I brought you snacks."

Xie Chen saw the patterns printed on the oil paper, and returned the things to him: "I don't eat things from this shop."

"I know, they said you vomited. It's just wrapped in this paper, and the contents inside are different." Song Jiao opened the package, took a piece of snow cake, and handed it to him, "Take a bite."

Xie Chen thought for a while, opened his mouth to take the biscuit away, and ate it with a click.

Song Jiao looked at him: "Do you think it's delicious?"

"good."

Song Jiao handed him another piece: "Then you eat more, if you like it, I'll bring it back for you tomorrow."

Hearing this, the little yellow dog jumped up on the spot: "Maomao, don't just promise things you can't do!"

But Song Jiao supported his head, looked at Xie Chen with guilty eyes, and didn't hear what he was saying at all.

Xie Chen lowered his eyes and sighed deeply: "Actually, I don't have an unfulfilled wish yet."

"What is it?" Song Jiao shook his arm, "You tell me, and I will help you."

"Oh, I already have..." Xie Chen counted with his fingers, and said nonsense, "There are five younger brothers, but I have always wanted to make up six younger brothers."

"Ah..." Song Jiao was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay if you don't want to."

"No, that's not what I meant." Song Jiao recalled how other friends in the Garrison Mansion called him, touched his chin, felt a little embarrassed, and said softly, "Shen...Brother Shen?"

Satisfied, Xie Chen grabbed his face and rubbed it vigorously: "Good boy."

Of course the system knew that Xie Chen was lying, but he didn't think about exposing it. He originally thought that it would be good to let things take their course, but it was a child playing around anyway.

But now it seems that things are going in an uncontrollable direction.

That does not work.

The little yellow dog jumped up and down beside Song Jiao, trying to get his attention: "Maomao, he lied to you! Maomao!"

Xie Chen leaned on the pillow, eating the snacks that Song Jiao handed over: "Your puppy has gone crazy."

Song Jiao turned around and held down the puppy: "System, please be quiet." He calmed down the puppy, then turned around and gave Xie Chen a snack: "This candy is delicious, you should eat more."

Xie Chen opened his mouth to hold the candy in his mouth: "...why does it smell like dog hair?"

Song Jiao withdrew his hand, he just touched the system.

He got up quickly: "I'm going to wash my hands."

Xie Chen spit out the dog hair-flavored fudge, rinsed his mouth again, and ordered: "Wash it clean."

"Got it, brother Shen!"

Xie Chen "time is running out" and was still killed by himself. Song Jiao was very guilty and determined to accompany him through the last journey.

In the past few days, Song Jiao brought Xie Chen delicious food and drink, went out to play with him, and took good care of him.

The system earnestly said: "Mamao, he lied to you, really."

Song Jiao said solemnly: "All, grandpa said, to be a human being, if you know your mistakes, you should correct them."

Usually, he is obviously not so stupid, after all, he is still a five-year-old child, coupled with guilt, now Xie Chen believes everything he says.

The system sighed: "Mamao, grandpa also said that one must distinguish right from wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, someone pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up.

Xie Chen picked up the little yellow dog from the bed and looked at Song Jiao: "It's not allowed to go to bed."

Song Jiao said, "I've given it a bath."

"That's not allowed." Xie Chen put it on the ground, and rubbed the hand that pinched the puppy on Song Jiao's clothes.

"Ok."

There is no autumn in Saibei, and winter will soon be here. In the past few days, Mrs. Xie saw that their relationship was getting better again, so she continued to let them sleep together.

Xie Chen sat down with his wet hair on his head, and handed the dry towel to Song Jiao.

Song Jiao sat on his knees behind him, brushed his hair earnestly, and always paid attention to user feedback: "Brother Shen, did I hurt you? Is this okay?"

Xie Chen was very satisfied: "Yes, I am not afraid of pain."

Song Jiao asked again: "Brother Shen, what do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll prepare it for you."

"Xiaoxiaosu, and Xianbei."

"Okay, Brother Shen."

Not long after, Xie Chen suddenly felt Song Jiao stop moving: "Why did you stop?"

Song Jiao whispered, "My hands are sore."

Xie Chen looked back at him, took the towel from him, and wiped his hair.

Song Jiao smiled at him, and said to him in a coaxing tone, "That's great."

What a treat to be able to brush your own hair before dying!

Xie Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, but couldn't help but smiled at him: "Little fool."

Song Jiao pursed her mouth unhappily, but thinking that he was about to die, she didn't care about him.

At this time, Mrs. Xie held a towel and pushed open the door from the outside: "Son, mother will wipe it for you..." She paused: "You are already drying your own hair, son is awesome!"

The tone was exactly the same as that of Song Jiao.

Xie Chen twitched the corner of his mouth: "Well, Maomao wiped it for me, I just took it over."

Mrs. Xie said: "Wow, Mao Mao is awesome, thank you Mao Mao."

Song Jiao scratched her head in embarrassment: "Auntie, go to bed first."

"Okay, sweet dreams." Mrs. Xie waved at them, "Son, you have to wipe your hair dry before going to bed."

"understood."

Mrs. Xie, who doesn't need to bring a baby, wants to fly happily.

The system who was worrying about his cub was frowning.

Xie Chen quickly wiped his hair, and he threw the towel on the shelf: "Maomao, go blow the lamp."

"Okay." Song Jiao was about to climb out of bed when he suddenly remembered something.

He climbed onto the bed again, stopped at the head of the bed, took out a small stone, and used the stone to draw a line on the wooden board at the head of the bed.

A half-drawn orthographic.

Xie Chen leaned over to look: "What are you doing?"

"I'm counting the time." Song Jiao said with a bitter face, "four days have passed, and the doctor said you can only live for five days, and there is one more day to live."

He hugged Xie Chen: "Don't die!"

Xie Chen was a little regretful, he had said it for a little longer if he had known about it, but now he was riding a tiger again.

Xie Chen was hugged tightly by him, and raised his hand to poke his face: "That...mao..."

Song Jiao raised his head and looked at him: "Huh?"

When the words came to his lips, Xie Chen swallowed them back.

He didn't dare to tell the truth anymore, if he wanted to tell the truth, Song Jiao would definitely ignore him.

"Sleep... sleep."

"Okay, I'm going to blow the lamp."

Just as Song Jiao was about to get out of bed, he was stopped by Xie Chen who felt guilty and scared.

"Let me go, aren't your hands sore?"

"Wow!" Song Jiao praised him, "You are awesome!"

With his back turned to him, Xie Chen blew out the candles.

The little yellow dog lying on the ground knows everything.Heh, now I know I'm afraid, but I enjoyed it before.

Xie Chen blew out the candles and went back to bed.Song Jiao covered the two of them with fluffy blankets and helped him tuck the quilt.

Xie Chenping lay on the bed, tugging at the quilt, feeling complicated.

To be honest, Song Jiao has been very kind to him these days, and has never doubted him. She always feels that she broke him and wants to make up for him.

But he is a liar.

He...he just wanted to tease Song Jiao at first, but...

He didn't expect things to turn out like this.

He is so guilty now, and he dare not tell Song Jiao the truth, it will make Song Jiao cry.

Xie Chen's distressed and depressed mood was noticed by Song Jiao.

"What's wrong with you?" These days, Song Jiao was afraid that he would die in his dream, so he kept holding his arm, "Can't you sleep?"

"Hmm..." Xie Chen paused, then nodded, "Mmm."

"Then let me tell you a story." Song Jiao thought for a while, "Let me tell you a story about a little rooster who likes to lie."

love to lie...

Xie Chen froze.

He doesn't lie anymore!

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Xie Chen and Song Jiao went out to play with their friends and went to the tree to pick fruit.

Song Jiao counted the days and took special care of Xie Chen who was about to die, not allowing him to climb the tree, but holding the tree with both hands and legs, and slowly moving up.

They all went up the tree, only Xie Chen was holding up the hem of his clothes below, picked up a bagful of fruits slowly, and gave Song Jiao to eat them all.

He gave all the fruits to Song Jiao, and winked at some of his friends: "Come here, I have something to do."

Song Jiao ate the fruit and hurried to follow: "What's the matter?"

Xie Shen paused: "You... none of your business, you wait here."

Song Jiao lowered his eyes: "...Okay."

Now Xie Chen was most afraid that he would cry, so he quickly changed his words: "Let's go dig potatoes, and you go collect firewood."

"Is it just me?"

"Kid King" Xie Chen can only reassign work: "Brother Parrot, you stay with him, don't go too far, just pick it up nearby."

Mu Ying, who was squatting under the tree to pick up fruits, raised her head, smiled at Song Jiao, stepped forward and put her arms around his shoulders: "Brother Shen, don't worry."

Xie Chen led the rest of the people away, and a group of people stopped on the black soil near the river and lake.

Xie Chen found a rock and sat down, coughing lightly: "Well, I'll dig the potatoes later. I want you to come here. The main reason is that I have encountered some trouble recently and I want you to find a solution."

The few children were just at the time when they were "righteous to the sky". They imitated the adults and clasped their fists together: "Brother Chen, tell me, we must have 'everything we need'."

Another person said: "I'll call Parrot over here."

"No, I'll let him hold Maomao." Xie Chen thought for a while, then sighed: "Well, I have to... die in front of Maomao tomorrow, who of you can make me die?"

Everyone opened their mouths: "Ah?"