The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

In the early morning of the next day, the bright sunlight was cut into pieces by the panes and shone into the room.

Xie and Wu, two warriors, and Liu and Song, two literati, seemed to be indefatigable in their discussion and discussion, except for Mr. Liu, who was a little older, and fell asleep from time to time.

Xie Chen and Song Jiao slept on the other side of the mat. Originally, they slept with two pillows, two mattresses, and two quilts until late at night. The restless Xie Chen touched Song Jiao's side and slept with him. Covered with the same quilt.

The system woke up once during the night, and he arched his butt angrily to push Xie Chen away, but before he could squeeze him out, he fell asleep by himself.

The little yellow dog was squeezed between the two children like this, on all fours, sound asleep.

Not long after, Xie Chen woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Song Jiao's face, which was white and soft, like glutinous rice cakes.

When he kissed Song Jiao yesterday, he felt very soft.

In the next second, the little yellow dog stretched out, blocking his view.

Xie Chen raised his hand to push the little yellow dog away, leaned over and shouted, "Mamao?"

Song Jiao was still sleeping and was not woken up by him. Xie Chen took the opportunity to poke the dimple on his face, tugged at his long eyelashes, pinched his mouth, and pinched him into a little goldfish.

Several parents didn't realize that he had woken up until the little yellow dog barked from the other side of the mat.

The four adults looked back——

Xie Chen propped his head with one hand, lying beside Song Jiao, pinched Song Jiao's face with the other hand, and was about to slap him.

In the next second, he was caught by Mr. Xie on the spot.

"What are you doing?"

Master Xie pinched Xie Chen's collar, pulled him out of the bed, looked up at the other three people, and switched to a peaceful tone: "I'm kidding, my grandson is a bit stupid, I'll take him out and teach him a lesson."

While dragging Xie Chen out, he interrogated: "What did you want to do just now? Do you want to eat people? Do you want to eat Mao Mao?"

Xie Chen was dragged on the ground, feeling like his ass was about to catch fire.He got up from the ground and tried to keep up with his grandfather's footsteps: "Maomao is very similar to Ciba."

"No matter how much you look like you can't eat him!"

"I know, so I'm only going to take a small bite. He bit me yesterday."

Thank you, Mr. Master:? ? ?

"Do you still care about you? Mao Mao hasn't forgiven you yet, and you still want to bite him? Do you believe that I will spank your ass?"

The little yellow dog purred and cleared his throat, lay down next to Song Jiao, adjusted his posture, and stuck to Song Jiao, preparing to sleep back into the cage again.

Hidden strength and name.

Song Jiao was hit too hard, and fell asleep with a stomach full of anger last night.

He fell asleep, and Grandpa Song didn't call him, so he let him sleep for a while.

He didn't wake up until the sun shone on the quilt.

After washing up and having breakfast, Xie Chen stretched his arms and lay beside Song Jiao. Seeing Song Jiao's eyelashes trembling, he smiled and shouted: "Mao Mao."

Song Jiao "hummed", opened her eyes mistyly, and restarted the standby mode for a long time before she could see clearly that it was him.

It was him.

Without saying a word, Song Jiao hugged her little yellow dog, turned over, turned her back to him, covered herself and the little dog tightly with the quilt, only her head was exposed, and she didn't say a word.

Of course Xie Chen knew that Song Jiao was still angry because he lied to him.

He lay on the arched quilt, twisting and twisting: "Mamao..."

General Wu pointed to the four adults next to him: "Yo, Mao Mao woke up, the young master is apologizing."

The four of them kept watching the show.

Xie Chen raised his head and paused for a moment, then continued to quarrel with Song Jiao: "Maomao, Maomao..."

The Demon King of Confusion could never say "I'm sorry", so he could only keep calling Song Jiao's nickname and making trouble with him.

But Song Jiao's "heart is like iron", and oil and salt would not enter, so he hid under the quilt, even retracting his head.

A small bulge protruded from the quilt, and when the bulge twisted, Xie Chen was thrown away.

The little drum kit moved sideways until it bumped into someone.

Song Jiao quietly lifted the quilt and took a look, it was Grandpa Xie Chen.So he covered the quilt again, turned around, and continued to pedal.

Turned around, turned around, found two wrong people, and finally turned to my grandfather.

Song Jiao lay down next to Grandpa, grabbed Grandpa's sleeve, blocked herself, and hid like this.

General Wu "was afraid that the world would not be chaotic", and said to Xie Chen with a smile, "Oh, I'm ignoring you."

Xie Chen choked for a moment, and hurried forward to hug Song Jiao: "Maomao."

Song Jiao was unmoved.

Song Jiao got up, and was taken by his grandfather to brush his teeth, wash his face, change his clothes, and then was taken out by his grandfather.

Seeing them coming out, Master Xie gave Xie Chen a push: "Go."

With a plate of snacks in both hands, Xie Chen walked up to Song Jiao: "Maomao."

Song Jiao still ignored him, turned his head, and hid to the other side.

He held his grandfather's sleeve, followed him, and sat down beside him, holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, and concentrated on eating breakfast.

Xie Chen put the snack in front of him, but he ignored it and just ate the custard with his head down.

Xie Chen thought for a while, turned around and went out.

It was still General Wu who "would fear that the world would not be chaotic": "Oh, Maomao, brother Shen is also angry."

Song Jiao paused while eating, then looked back, but did not see Xie Chen, he had already left.

Mr. Xie brought some food for him: "Don't worry about him, his stinking problem should be corrected."

"I don't care about him, he didn't even apologize to me." Song Jiao poked the custard with a spoon, but refused to eat it.

He suddenly thought of something, rolled his eyes, and looked up at Mr. Xie: "Grandpa Xie, were you joking when you said last night that you asked Xie Chen to be my younger brother?"

"Of course not, haven't we all checked?"

Song Jiao's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Really." Mr. Xie patted his chest and said, "Once a man says something, it's hard to follow. I really want Xie Chen to be your younger brother."

Song Jiao just smiled, her eyes bent into small crescents: "Thank you, Grandpa, I will definitely take good care of my younger brother."

"Will you not take the opportunity to bully him?"

"Of course..." Song Jiao paused, then raised his head, "Of course not!"

Master Xie smiled, and said in a low voice: "Mamao, Grandpa Xie told you that Xie Chen doesn't like reading the most, and you can bully him the most by asking him to study together."

"Really?" Song Jiao raised his tone.

"Really, now you ask him to do his homework, he dare not not do it."

General Wu on the side shook his head at the two gentlemen: "Lao Xie is killing two birds with one stone."

He changed Xie Chen's bad habits and allowed him to concentrate on his studies. Who doesn't know that Xie Chen must listen to Song Jiao the most now.

This old bandit is really scheming.

"Okay..." Song Jiao was about to respond when he suddenly remembered another thing, "But I already said that I will never talk to him again."

Master Xie said: "Then don't talk to him, you write a note to him."

"Hmm..." Song Jiao rubbed his chin for a while, then said seriously, "But Xie Chen doesn't know how to read."

"..." Mr. Xie choked up on the spot.

My grandson is a little illiterate, so embarrassing.

Song Jiao was very angry, and the consequences were serious!

After this incident, Song Jiao never spoke to Xie Chen again, and Xie Chen couldn't say "I'm sorry" because of his little face, and just kept making trouble with him.

As a result, Song Jiao annoyed him even more.

This morning, Song Jiao put on her clothes and opened the door. When she lowered her head, she saw a basket of baked potatoes on the ground, still warm.

Of course he knew who sent it, it was there every morning these days.

Then a little potato wants to calm him down, it's impossible!

Just as Song Jiao was about to go around the potato, he saw a note pressed on the potato, and he took out the note——

"Quick, open your mouth? Dong... God, no... 〇."

Song Jiao's face was wrinkled into a ball: "Xie Chen's handwriting is so ugly, I can't even read it."

He flipped through the note and read it several times before he realized what Xie Chen was writing.

It turns out he wrote——

Hurry up, there are no potatoes in winter.

A sentence with ligatures and pictures, and typos.

"Xie Chen is illiterate." Song Jiao frowned in disgust, put the note back, turned around and went to the kitchen to get breakfast for himself and grandpa, "I don't like baked potatoes at all, Gudong——"

The sound of swallowing.

Song Jiao trotted to escape the scent of baked potatoes, and a few small heads poked out in the corridor.

"Brother Shen, no, Mao Mao doesn't like potatoes anymore."

"It's over, brother Shen can't make up with Mao Mao."

Xie Chen stood behind them with his arms folded, his expression not very good-looking.

Wen knew: "Brother Shen, if I remember correctly, you haven't even said 'I'm sorry' to Mao Mao until now, have you?"

On the other side, Song Jiao went to the kitchen to get breakfast, waved to the kitchen lady, and left.

On the side of the corridor, Song Jiao hugged the food box, afraid that Grandpa would be hungry, so he trotted to rush back.

On the other side of the corridor, Xie Chen led five or six people, leaning against the wall, apparently to block the way.Seeing him coming, Wen Zhi pointed to this side, and Xie Chen led a few people forward.

Song Jiao stopped, feeling a little scared, Xie Chen would bring a group of people to bully him, right?

But soon, he mustered up his courage again, it was obviously Xie Chen who lied to him first!And he is Xie Chen's brother, Grandpa Xie Chen has officially certified him, so he is not afraid at all!

Xie Chen stopped in front of him, Song Jiao raised his head: "What are you doing?"

Xie Chen opened his mouth: "Yes..." He suddenly changed his mouth: "You talked to me again!"

Song Jiao closed his mouth and looked at him angrily. Xie Chen didn't dare to say any more, and took out a package from his friends: "Winter is coming soon, the winter here is very cold, this is the clothes I made , for you to wear."

Song Jiao expressed deep doubts: "The clothes you made?"

Xie Chen paused: "I...mother did it, she asked me to bring it to you."

"Then I'll go thank Auntie in the afternoon."

Song Jiao wanted to hold the food box with one hand and get the package with the other, but he couldn't seem to hold it.

Xie Chen lifted the package: "I'll get it for you."

This is a good start. Song Jiao talked to Xie Chen, and the friends "secretly" pushed him towards Song Jiao-in fact, the action was obvious.

Wen Zhi whispered: "Brother Shen, quickly say 'I'm sorry'."

Xie Chen pursed the corners of his lips: "Maomao, yes..."

He can't say it!

Soon at the door of the room, Song Jiao stepped over the threshold, first put the food box inside the door, and then took the package from Xie Chen.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Xie Chen stood outside the door, watching the door close in front of him.

When he turned around, his friends were gone too.

"Brother Shen is probably hopeless."

"Maomao is arguing with Brother Shen, Maomao shouldn't be angry with us, right? I still want to play with Maomao."

Mrs. Xie made two fluffy clothes for Song Jiao, made of white rabbit fur, very warm.There is a round bunny tail sewn behind the hem of the clothes. When Song Jiao sat down, the tail was also placed on the chair, which was very cute.There are also matching shoes, scarves and hats, and even his puppy has a small dress.

Song Jiao lived with his grandfather since he was a child, and his grandfather lived a simple life. In his clothes, he adhered to the four-character standard of "clean and warm", so Song Jiao always wore blue blouses, thin ones in summer and cotton ones in winter.

He had never seen such a beautiful dress before, wishing he could sleep with it in his arms every day.

Grandpa Song helped him put away his clothes: "It's too hot to wear now, you can wear them when it snows in a few days."

So Song Jiao was looking forward to the snow every day, and the first thing he did when he got up every day was to ask his grandpa if it was snowing.

He had never seen snow.When grandpa was a great historian in Qing country before, he and grandpa lived together in the capital of Qing country. The capital of Qing country is in the south, and it doesn't snow in winter.

Every time he asked grandpa, grandpa would always say: "Hurry up, it's snowing very early here, so don't call it cold."

In this way, more than half a month passed, and in September, the weather was obviously colder.

That night, Song Jiao soaked his feet with his grandfather, and just as he was about to go to bed, he heard someone calling him outside the window.

"Mamao? Mamao?"

He glanced at his grandfather, who patted him with a smile: "Go and have a look."

"Okay." Song Jiao got out of bed and ran to the window. As soon as he opened the window, he was hit on the forehead by something flying in front of him.

He wiped his face, only to feel cold.

Friends shouted outside: "Maomao, it's snowing! Come out and play!"

Song Jiao looked at his little hands, and then looked up out of the window.

Sure enough, it snowed, and everywhere was white, like cotton candy.

He said to his friends: "Wait for me! I'll be right there!"

He turned his head, just about to beg his grandpa to let him go out to play in the bunny clothes, but he didn't expect that his grandpa had already taken out his favorite clothes for him.

Grandpa Song waved at him: "Come here quickly, Grandpa will change your clothes for you."

"Yeah!" Song Jiao jumped up and down happily, "Thank you grandpa, grandpa is the best!"

Putting on a full set of bunny clothes, Song Jiao seemed to run much faster.Two rabbit ears hung down from the hat, dangling with his movements.

Grandpa Song said behind him: "Don't play too late, watch the way, and be careful when you fall."

"Know it!"

Song Jiao took the system, who was also wearing small clothes, and went out to meet up with his friends.

He reached out his hand curiously and touched the snowflakes that drifted into the corridor.

Muying pulled him away: "What's so interesting about the snow here? Let's go to the backyard to have a snowball fight."

So a group of people rushed to the backyard again and divided them into two factions with "palms of hands and backs of hands". It was Song Jiao's first time playing, so Muying left behind to prepare "ammunition" and cover the front.

Song Jiao squatted behind a small slope, pinching snowballs earnestly. People from his faction often came back to get snowballs, and he himself threw a few snowballs at the chaotic crowd from time to time.

The other faction on the opposite side was at a disadvantage, and Wen Zhi observed the enemy's situation from behind: "Go and disrupt Maomao."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people were about to step forward, and they took a step before retreating.

"Brother Shen has already passed."

On the other side, Xie Chen used the cover of night to bypass the battlefield and approach the enemy's Snowball Warehouse from behind.

At that time Song Jiao was still concentrating on pinching the snowball, Xie Chen stopped three or five steps behind him, then flew forward and grabbed the "snowball".

"Hold it!" Xie Chen held him down with one hand, and pinched the "snowball" with the other.

Strange, the feel of this "snowball"...

Song Jiao pushed him away: "This is my 'tail'!"

Xie Chen was stunned: "Maomao is a rabbit monster?!"

"Ah?" Song Jiao reacted and said loudly, "It's the 'tail' on the clothes!"

"Oh..." Xie Chen whispered, "I'm sorry."

Song Jiao stopped talking to him, Xie Chen tugged at his "little tail", and said to him under cover when there was a lot of noise outside, "I'm sorry."

Song Jiao sat on the ground: "Understood, don't keep talking."

"I'm talking about the thing that lied to you last time." Xie Chen whispered, "I'm sorry."

Song Jiao paused for a moment, but before saying "it's okay", Xie Chen was so nervous.