The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Xie Chen was caught by Mr. Liang to block the arrows. He was about to cry, but when he heard Mr. Xie's words, he quickly held back.

He was lifted high, and Song Jiao was on the side, jumping up and trying to save him: "Xie Chen!"

Xie Chen said with a sullen face, "I'm fine."

Song Jiao wanted to catch him, but couldn't catch him all the time. He turned his head and cried to Mr. Xie: "Grandpa Xie! Come here quickly!"

Mr. Xie who said at the beginning, "If he dares to say anything, he is not my grandson Xie Taichong", Mr. Xie immediately softened his tone: "Okay, okay, don't cry, Grandpa Xie is here."

He slightly raised the hand holding the bow and arrow, and roared: "Ah Chen, Mao Mao, cover your eyes!"

Xie Chen and Song Jiao covered their eyes with their hands, Mr. Xie let go of the bowstring, and with a clang, the sharp arrow pierced the wind.

The next moment, Song Jiao and Xie Chen were hugged at the same time.

Song Jiao smelled the very familiar fragrance of Mo, opened his eyes and saw that it was indeed Grandpa.

As soon as he saw his grandfather, he was so wronged that he opened his mouth to speak, but in the end it turned into a loud cry of "wow".

"grandfather!"

Grandpa Song hugged him: "It's okay, it's okay, is there any injury?"

Song Jiao nodded vigorously: "Yes, there are many places!"

Grandpa Song touched his face: "Grandpa saw it, his nose was bleeding."

"And here." Song Jiao stretched out his dirty little hand and the foot with one shoe missing, "It's so cold in the cellar, I'm almost dying of cold."

Master Xie took off his cloak, wrapped Xie Chen up, and pulled Song Jiao over to wrap them together.

"Okay, don't act like a baby with your grandpa, go home first."

"Ok."

Song Jiao and Xie Chen were next to each other, and the two of them looked back at the same time, only to see an arrow stuck in Master Liang's hair crown, which clearly did not hurt his flesh, but he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Xie Chen pulled Song Jiao forward a step, Song Jiao looked down and found a puddle of water on the ground.

"what."

The two covered their noses and wanted to run, but they were picked up by Mr. Xie.

He turned his head to look at the boss: "Boss, you stay here..."

Forget it, Ah Chen had an accident, and the boss was dying of anxiety. It would be too harsh not to let him see his son, but to let him stay to deal with the mess.

So Mr. Xie turned his head and waved to another younger man: "Second, come."

Song Jiao had never seen this man before, but Xie Chen who was with him called out, "Second Uncle."

So Song Jiao also shouted.

Uncle Xie's eyebrows and eyes are also similar to that of Mr. Xie, but his face is white and beardless.He stopped in front of Mr. Xie and saluted: "Father."

Master Xie nodded: "You stay and tidy up."

"Yes."

Mr. Xie turned his head and glanced at Army Master Song, and specially ordered: "Everyone in the Qing Kingdom should stay still and wait until they are dealt with."

"Yes." Second Uncle Xie agreed, and looked at Xie Chen again, "Brother Shen is frightened, go back and have a good rest."

Xie Chen lay on his grandfather's shoulder, but said: "It's a trivial matter, it's not enough to hang your teeth, Second Uncle looks down on me too much."

Second Uncle Xie smiled, and turned to Song Jiao again: "Is this the little grandson of Army Master Song? I haven't seen him yet, so go back to sleep."

Song Jiao also lay in Grandpa Xie's arms and nodded: "Okay, thank you, Second Uncle."

"Okay, let's greet when we go back, and go to work first."

After saying this, Mr. Xie hugged the two children and turned to leave.

The head of the family hurriedly followed, and when he passed Second Uncle Xie, he patted his shoulder: "Second Brother, thank you for your hard work."

Second Uncle Xie smiled and nodded: "Brother, go quickly."

Over there, the bandits have already brought the carriage, and Mr. Xie put the two children into the carriage.

"Ouch, brother Shen has become heavier again, go in."

"Take it easy, I must have been frightened just now, go back and eat more delicious food."

"Mr. Song, please get on the carriage, too."

"And you." Mr. Xie picked up the little yellow dog.

After all the people were settled, Mr. Xie put down the curtain of the carriage, took the reins handed over by the bandits, got on the horse, and shouted: "Go!"

The team marched slowly. In the carriage, Song Jiao and Xie Chen were still nestled in Mr. Xie's cloak.

It was too late, Song Jiao was drowsy in his grandfather's arms, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly woke up again: "Xie Chen, I didn't fall asleep!"

He thought he was in the cellar with Xie Chen, and would die if he fell asleep, and asked Xie Chen to supervise him.

Xie Chen stood next to him: "We've already come out."

Song Jiao was still a little confused: "I can't fall asleep."

"Okay then." Xie Chen asked in his ear, "Mamao, what happened to Simba?"

"Simba..."

It was the little lion in "The Lion King". Song Jiao told him a story, but he hadn't finished.

Song Jiao rubbed her eyes: "I haven't finished it yet, I'll tell you when I finish it."

The carriage stopped quickly, and Mr. Xie lifted the curtain: "Get out of the car, the doctor is waiting."

Song Junshi hugged Song Jiao who was sitting on his lap, and carried Xie Chen out: "Come on, get out of the car."

When he was about to get off the carriage, Song Jiao turned his head and glanced at Xie Chen. He wanted to say something, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

In the end, when he was hugged by Mr. Xie, he whispered to Mr. Xie's ear, "Grandpa Xie, I want to be with Xie Chen."

Master Xie smiled and said: "Okay, together." He said to Mrs. Xie who came up to pick him up: "Let's put the two children together, don't separate them."

Mrs. Xie nodded: "Yes."

The two children were taken back to be examined by the doctor. Song Jiao, who originally wanted to stay with Xie Chen, was very embarrassed: "Are you going to strip naked? Auntie, then I will not be with Xie Chen anymore."

Mrs. Xie smiled, and turned to ask someone to move the screen in.

On both sides of the screen, two doctors showed them whether there was any injury.

Xie Shen over there——

"It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all. I'm not afraid of pain at all!"

"Young master, the old man hasn't done anything yet."

Song Jiao's side——

"Because I fell down and hit my nose, it hurts, is it still bleeding? Doctor, will my nose collapse?"

"Don't worry, young master, it's all right, the bleeding has stopped."

The injury on Xie Chen's face was caused when he rushed up to bite Mu Shi, and was thrown to the ground by Mu Shi. Song Jiao had applied medicine to him when he was in the cellar, and it doesn't look so bad now.

In addition, he still had some injuries on his body. The doctor used medicinal wine to help him push away the bruises, and gave him a bowl of calming soup, and it was over.

Song Jiao's side is similar, there are wounds from the rope on his hands and feet, and some bruises on his body.It's just that his meat is tender and looks more powerful.

And he especially likes talking to doctors.

"Doctor, you are amazing, I don't feel any pain at all."

The doctor lowered his head and applied the medicine to him, unconsciously infected by his tone of voice: "Is there anything else that makes you feel uncomfortable?"

"Hmm..." Song Jiao tilted his head and thought for a while, "My mouth is a bit dry."

"That's because you've been talking." The doctor raised his hand to pick up the warm water on the table and gave him a mouthful.

Song Jiao thought about it again: "Then...my butt still hurts."

The doctor raised his eyes: "Huh? Let me see."

"That's because you've been sitting on the floor for too long."

Xie Chen came over from behind the screen, Song Jiao let out an "Aiya" and quickly put on his clothes.

Song Jiao said solemnly, "You have to knock on the door when you come in."

Xie Chen spread his hands and showed him the surroundings: "There is no door here, only a screen, you can't knock on the screen."

Song Jiao choked, he seemed to be right.

Xie Chen walked to Song Jiao's side and sat down next to him: "You are so slow."

"Because I suffered more injuries." Song Jiao raised his hand, "This is a medal for bravery."

Xie Chen also raised his hand: "I have suffered more injuries!"

"Mine more!"

The two children are like calves, with their heads against each other's heads, trying to fly each other off.

The doctor who treated Song Jiao's wound smiled helplessly, shook his head, took the fluffy socks, put them on Song Jiao's medicated feet, and put them down gently: "Maomao, I'll get you the medicine."

Song Jiao and Xie Chen obviously didn't hear this sentence, and they concentrated on fighting each other, and the doctor could only go out to get the medicine by himself.

Xie Chen opened his mouth wide with an "Aww", and made claws with his hands, acting like a big bad wolf. Song Jiao was startled by him, backed up a bit, and was defeated.

Xie Chen smiled happily: "Alright, I won."

Of course Song Jiao was a little unhappy, she pursed her mouth and said nothing.

Xie Chen went to hold his hand again: "Maomao, don't be angry, do it again."

The doctor soon came in with the soup, and Song Jiao quickly said to Xie Chen: "Xie Chen, does what we said before really count?"

Before Xie Chen had time to answer, the old doctor came back, and he brought the pitch-black soup to Song Jiao: "Come on, Mao Mao is drinking the medicine, drink the medicine first, and then you can eat, and sleep well after eating." Once you wake up, you'll be fine tomorrow."

Song Jiao showed a look of embarrassment: "Can I just eat and sleep, without taking medicine, this looks really bad."

"You're scared." Xie Chen said with a smile, "I drank all of it just now, it's not bitter at all, I'm afraid of bitterness, I'm a coward."

Song Jiao opened her eyes wide: "You are talking nonsense, but I am not."

He picked up the medicine bowl and took a big sip "without fear", and then his face turned the same color as the soup.

"Bah... so bitter..." He had a bitter face, "I'm sorry, doctor, I don't dislike you, but it's really terrible."

The doctor shook his head, pretended to sigh and said: "Oh, when the young master was drinking the medicine just now, he didn't say a word."

Shocked, Song Jiao stopped complaining, and started to drink the medicine with a bowl in both hands.

After drinking the medicine, Song Jiao wiped his mouth and tried his best to resist the feeling of vomiting: "I've finished drinking too..." He looked up at Xie Chen: "I want to lick the bowl clean!"

The doctor snatched the medicine bowl from him in horror: "No need, no need! You can eat after a short rest."

It was already late at night, and it was almost dawn, and the doctor didn't dare to let them eat more, so he asked the kitchen to make two bowls of custard, watched them finish eating, and urged them to go to bed.

Song Jiao pulled the hem of Mrs. Xie's clothes and looked up at her: "Auntie."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Mrs. Xie knelt down to talk to him, Song Jiao put her hands around her mouth and whispered to her: "Auntie, I want to sleep with Xie Chen."

"What am I supposed to do." Mrs. Xie poked his forehead, "Okay, go to sleep."

Mrs. Xie had the screen removed from the room, put the two children on the bed, and covered them with quilts.

"Mother is right outside, if you need anything, call mother."

The two said in unison: "Understood."

Mrs. Xie got up, put down the curtain, and was about to take out the candles. Unexpectedly, Song Jiaoteng sat up all at once, and shouted in fear: "Auntie!"

Mrs. Xie hurried back: "What's wrong?"

Song Jiao whispered, "I...I want candles."

Mrs. Xie heard just now that these two children were locked up in the cellar by Qing people, there must be no light in the cellar, Song Jiao was afraid of the dark.

She scolded Qing Guo's sin in her heart, and then said to Song Jiao in a warm voice: "Then Auntie put the candle here, you should lie down and go to sleep."

"En." Song Jiao grabbed the quilt and lay down again.

"Hey, Auntie left the candle here, there is light, go to bed quickly."

"Well, good night, auntie."

At this time, Xie Chen turned over and hugged Song Jiao: "Maomao, even if you close your eyes, it will be black."

Song Jiao:! ! !

"Ugh..."

Madam Xie stepped forward and flicked Xie Chen's forehead: "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

She sat down by the bed and patted Song Jiao's belly: "It's okay, brother Shen is talking nonsense, go to sleep, auntie will sing for you."

After finally coaxing Song Jiao to sleep, Mrs. Xie left lightly. Before leaving, she gave Xie Chen a glare, telling him not to bully others.

Xie Chen Chaoniang smiled, hugged Song Jiao, closed her eyes, and got ready to sleep.

Song Jiao didn't sleep soundly, and would wake up from time to time, sitting up to see if the candle was still on.

Xie Chen hugged him, and of course he also noticed his movements. He kept moving like this, and Xie Chen couldn't fall asleep, so Xie Chen let him go, and rolled to the innermost part of the bed to sleep.

But not long after, Song Jiao leaned over by himself.He hugged Xie Chen tightly, wanting to sleep next to him.

Xie Chen snickered, and made a note in his heart, planning to make fun of Song Jiao when he woke up.

But he soon noticed that something was wrong.

Song Jiao's breath was too hot.

Xie Chen turned around quickly, put his finger under Song Jiao's nose for a test, it was really hot.He held Song Jiao's hand, and Song Jiao's hand was also very hot. He went to touch Song Jiao's forehead, which was also burned to death.

He has a fever.

Xie Chen felt bad, quickly lifted the quilt to sit up, and shouted: "Mother!"

No one agreed, he wanted to go out and call for someone, but Song Jiao was holding his clothes tightly again, so he could only shout: "Mother! Come here!"

Mrs. Xie probably didn't sleep all night, and went back to sleep. He yelled a few more times before his followers came in.

Xie Chen was a little anxious: "Go and call my mother."

Soon, Mrs. Xie put on her clothes and brought people in from the outside.

She rolled up the curtain, without Xie Chen telling, she knew what happened.

She sat down on the side of the bed and hugged Song Jiao. Song Jiao's little face was flushed with fever, and her lips were even cracked.

"Quickly, go and boil the water, please doctor."

Sitting next to Song Jiao, Xie Chen changed his demeanor of a demon king and patted his forehead worriedly.

Maomao won't really be burned into a little fool, right?

He didn't mean to say that Mao Mao is a little fool, get well soon, he will never bully Mao Mao again.

On the night when he was rescued, Song Jiao developed a high fever. If Xie Chen hadn't discovered it in time, he might have been burnt to death.

Song Jiao was so burnt that he thought he was still in the cellar, talking nonsense about "can't fall asleep". When he was a little awake, he would go to Xie Chen and the little yellow dog to check their safety.

Grandpa Song stayed by his side to take care of him, and Master Xie and Mrs. Xie also did their best.

Mr. Xie came over to look at it once, and when he was so angry, he kicked a tree and turned his head to find Qing's envoy to vent his anger.

If the envoys of the Qing Kingdom did such a thing, if the peace talks could continue, they would be willing to be degraded.

Mr. Xie had all the envoys of the Qing Kingdom arrested, locked in the cellar, and severely whipped a hundred times.

The little general Mu Shimu was in good health, but he was whipped a hundred times without saying a word.But Mr. Liang didn't feel so well. He was already weak and fat, howled and dodged around, and finally collapsed on the ground, only breathing out but not breathing in.

Old Master Xie didn't let the doctor come over, and asked them to send them to the border of Qing Kingdom.

He is riding on a horse, against the light, tall and stalwart.

"Go back and tell Emperor Qing that I want to be the emperor, and Song Junshi is the prime minister. Tell him to prepare the congratulatory gift and kowtow in three steps to worship me!"

It's strange to say that Song Jiao had a high fever, and several old doctors in Liangzhou City were helpless. Some people even wondered if Song Jiao was stained with something dirty, so they told Mr. Xie that they should do a ritual ceremony. alright.

After driving away the Qing envoys, Song Jiao's fever began to subside, and his condition began to improve.

Mr. Xie sat beside Song Jiao's bed, folded his hands, and snorted coldly: "It's a good thing they didn't die here, and I'll pester Maomao when the time comes."

Song Junshi covered Song Jiao's ears, turned his head and said, "It's bloody, don't talk about it, and scare the child later."

Song Jiao has been ill for a long time. He has been drinking bitter medicine and eating clear porridge for the past few days, and the tip of his tongue has no taste at all. He just flirted with the old doctor for a long time, and the old doctor finally allowed him to eat a small piece of wax gourd candy.

Fortunately, Song Jiao was holding the wax gourd candy in his hand at this time, licking it cherishedly, sip by sip, and didn't notice what Grandpa Xie said.

Grandfather Song wiped the saliva from the corner of Song Jiao's mouth, and Mr. Xie said again: "Military Master, we can no longer make peace with Qing Kingdom."

Song Junshi nodded: "Yes, the old master can ascend the throne."

Master Xie smiled: "Then I'll let them prepare."

"No need." Song Junshi also smiled, "Let Qing Guo prepare."

Mr. Xie gave a "tsk" sound, with disgust on his face: "They are preparing? This is too unlucky."

Song Junshi raised his eyes to look at him, and his smile did not change: "Isn't it unlucky for Emperor Qing to respect you as a father and him as a son?"

Master Xie was slightly startled, and then a bigger smile appeared on his face. He waved his hands and said, "It's not bad luck, it's not bad luck, just make arrangements with the military advisor, and follow the military advisor's orders."

"The old head should go back and draw up the name of the country."

Mr. Xie smiled foolishly: "Of course the title of the country is also determined by the military advisor."

Song Junshi lowered his head and patted Song Jiao's head: "Let's think about it as an old master."

Mr. Xie waved his hand: "Hey, I don't think so well, it's too rustic."

"Old master, think about it first, if it's not good, I'll think about it later."

"Then I really thought about it." Mr. Xie touched his chin and began to think.

Song Jiao, who was eating winter melon candy, suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He raised his head, and Master Xie also raised his head, clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it into his left hand: "Mr. Song, Jinlong!"

Song Junshi:?

"Rich!"

Song Junshi:? ?

"Godsent!"

Song Junshi:? ? ?

He lowered his head and continued to pat Song Jiao's head: "Let me think of a few, and let the old master choose."

Mr. Xie scratched his head: "I just said I didn't think well."

At this time, Song Jiao had also finished eating the winter melon candy. He licked his fingers, raised his head and said, "Grandpa, do you want a two-character name?"

Master Xie leaned forward to look at him: "Yes, what's a good name for Maomao?"

Song Jiao tilted his head and thought for a while, then smashed the bedding with his small fist: "Bury love!"

The two grandpas and the little yellow dog squatting aside:?

"Blackening!"

The two grandpas and the little yellow dog squatting aside:? ?

"Heartbreak!"

The two grandpas and the little yellow dog squatting aside:? ? ?

The system searched with keywords, and was taken aback by what it found: "Maomao, how do you know these things?"

"In my previous kindergarten and primary and junior high schools, there were many red-haired and green-haired elder brothers for...for..." Song Jiao thought for a while, "to grow the family, let the kindergarten children join them, other friends dare not Go up and talk to them, I'm the only one up there, their family names are so cool."

The corner of the system's mouth twitched: "Then did you join them?"

"No."

That's good, the system breathed a sigh of relief, if this matter was recorded in the host file, his system would not need to live in the control center.

Song Jiao continued: "Because they said that you can only join one family, you can't join three at the same time."

"It's okay, it's okay." The system patted its heart, and then said, "Quickly get these things out of your head."

"No, it's obviously cool."

There is another person who thinks the same as Song Jiao——

Master Xie sat on the bed and stretched out his hand to him: "Maomao, what is the word 'blackening'? Write it to Grandpa Xie."

The hero sees the same thing, just when Song Jiao was about to write these two words in the palm of his hand, Grandpa Song pulled him back in time.

"Mamao, it's time to go to bed, grandpa should write."

The little yellow dog also jumped on Song Jiao's legs and pushed him back.

This will not work!Absolutely not!

It will be said later that this is Prime Minister Song of the Heihua Dynasty, and this is the system that brought the host of the Heihua Dynasty, which sounds like a bad family.

must be stopped!

Grandpa Song pushed the restless child onto the bed and covered the quilt: "Sleep."

Then he pulled the restless Mr. Xie out: "Let's go."

Song Jiao hugged the system: "What's wrong with 'blackening'?"

The system patted his face with a paw: "Go to sleep, you still have a little fever, if you don't go to sleep, the fever will come back later, and I will let you drink medicine."

When he had a severe fever, the system specially exchanged a bottle of potion from the mall for him to drink.

The system originally wanted to scare him by taking medicine, but unexpectedly, Song Jiao's eyes lit up when he heard taking medicine: "Tongtong, I want to take medicine."

system:? ? ?

"The potion you gave me last time is red and sweet. Drink it well."

"...Destroy it, mouth to mouth."

System swear words have been blocked.

He was afraid that Song Jiao would cry and vomit if he drank the bitter medicine, so he specially changed it to a bottle of sweet one for him.

The system continued to scare him: "If you don't sleep, I will let the little mouse out."

"Wow, little mouse, yes. I want a little hamster, white."

"The user you called is down..."

"I really want to go out to play, Tongtong, do you want to go out to play? I haven't seen my friends for a long time, and they never come to me."

In the past few days, he has been suffering from fever repeatedly, and can only lie in bed and cannot go out to play.In addition, his friends were too young, and they were afraid that they would cause trouble if they came in, and they were also afraid of being infected if they came in, so the doctor kept not letting them come.

A child of Song Jiao's age just couldn't lie down, and when he got better, he wanted to go out to play.

He hugged the system, and when he fell asleep, he was still thinking: "I really want to go out and play, I want to go out and play."

The little yellow dog licked his finger and ordered a "Lullaby" for him on the communication channel.

Song Jiao also had some friends when he was in the capital of the Qing Dynasty, but most of these friends would be divided into several circles, and those who were not rich and powerful were not allowed to join. A Qingliu like Grandpa Song would often offend Tian Yan because of his outspoken advice. Of course, Song Jiao was among them. Lowest level.

At first Song Jiao didn't understand, she thought it was the same as in the kindergarten, she was teased and teased several times by the sons of the rich and powerful, and suffered a few times, then she gradually understood and stopped playing with them.

Of course, the system didn't let its host suffer. Later, it used some tricks to bully those bad kids to the point of crying.

He lived in the capital of Qingguo for a year, and until he left, he played with the porter and the children of the grocer.

Until here, he met more friends, and found a little bit of the kind of friendship he had in the kindergarten before, which was not at all like Qingguo.And he just mentioned it casually, Grandpa Xie really built a kindergarten.

Of course he always dreamed of going out and playing with his best friends.

It's like not seeing each other for a day, like three autumns.

Song Jiao woke up, opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly heard a sound.

"Mamao woke up!"

When the people in the room heard this sentence, they all surrounded him with a huff.

Even the system that just woke up was taken aback.

A group of children chattered.

"Mamao, how are you feeling? Are you still not feeling well?"

"Brother Parrot, your hands are too dirty, you can't touch Maomao!"

"My hands are not dirty, let me touch Mao Mao."

Song Jiao rubbed his eyes, and when he was still in a daze, a small hand touched his forehead.

He looked over one by one, and it turned out that all the friends from the bandit village had come to see him.

Wen Zhi pushed everyone away, walked up to Song Jiao, and helped him up in a dignified manner: "You all don't understand, the first thing a sick person does when he wakes up is to drink water."

Wen Zhi took the pillow and stood behind Song Jiao, and then another friend poured a glass of warm water.

A group of people watched Song Jiao take the teacup and drink water from the cup with both hands.

"Wow! Zhi Duoxing, you know a lot of things, Mao Mao seems to be really much better."

"One more drink, one more drink."

Song Jiao's empty cups were passed out one by one by friends, and when they were brought back again, it was a full glass of water again.

Song Jiao just woke up and was indeed thirsty, so he drank another cup under the watchful eyes of his friends.

The empty glass will be passed around again: "One more glass."

Song Jiao shook his head vigorously, hiccupped before he could speak.

Wen Zhi patted him on the chest: "It's enough, it's not good to drink too much."

"Wow! Zhi Duoxing knows so many things!"

"Don't talk so loudly, you will make a noise."

"Oh." Everyone stopped talking immediately and changed to speaking in breath.

Song Jiao smiled: "You don't need to be so quiet, just a little quieter than usual." He paused, a little shy: "Why did you come here together?"

Wen Zhi helped him cover the quilt: "The doctor didn't let us in a few days ago, but we haven't seen you for a few days. I went to ask the doctor again today. They have been pestering the doctor, and the doctor allowed us to come in. A little while."

"I'm really bothering you, but I really miss you too." Song Jiao was very embarrassed, then suddenly remembered something, and covered her mouth and nose, "This way I won't infect you."

"really?"

"Really." Song Jiao said, "The teacher said that the virus is transmitted through the mouth and nose, as long as it is blocked, it will not be transmitted."

"En." Wen Zhi silently remembered this little knowledge in his heart.

The two of them kept talking, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the other friends, and they complained in unison: "Zhi Duoxing, we can only come in for a while, you can't keep occupying Mao Mao."

"understood."

Wen Zhi stood up, and then Mu Ying grabbed the position in time.

"Momo, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Song Jiao nodded, "It's much better."

The friends behind are making the rules.

"Because of the urgency of time, each of us can only speak three sentences to Mao Mao."

"Three sentences are too few."

"Let's just say five sentences. Who knows how many sentences Parrot has said?"

"It's already five sentences, Brother Parrot, you should get up."

Muying turned back in doubt: "What?"

The others said in unison: "You have finished speaking, now it's our turn."

Mu Ying scratched her head: "When was the rule set? How come I don't know?"

"just!"

Friends came to see Song Jiao, and brought gifts for Song Jiao specially.All are gifts that have passed the doctor's review.

but--

Song Jiao looked at the basket of potato peels, and wrinkled his face: "What is this?"

Muying scratched her head and said, "I'm sorry, Maomao, I brought you baked potatoes, but the doctor said, you can't eat baked potatoes, so I ate them."

His disrespectful behavior drew people's condemnation: "Brother Parrot, how can you do this? You are too much, you even gave Maomao to eat potato skins."

The friends pushed Muying down on the chair and found a slingshot from him.

"Mamao, this is for you."

Song Jiao still hesitated: "It can't be like this."

Muying was pressed to the ground, struggling to reveal her head: "Maomao, take it, wait for you to recover... Let's catch the bird together."

Song Jiao took the slingshot: "Okay."

The friends stayed for a while longer, when the doctor came and urged them to leave so that Song Jiao could eat and take medicine before they went out.

Song Jiao asked suddenly: "Have you all said five sentences to me?"

The friends were puzzled and turned to look at the people around them.

"Huh? Did you say that?"

"I said it before."

"I said that too."

"Ah?" Song Jiao looked a little unhappy.

"Mamao, what's the matter?"

"...Thank you..." Song Jiao was a little embarrassed to say, "Why didn't Xie Chen come?"

The friends looked around again: "Hey, didn't Brother Shen come? Wasn't he with us just now?"

Song Jiao then asked: "Is he also sick?"

"No, brother Shen is not sick, is he?"

At this time, the old doctor came to urge him again, and they waved at Song Jiao: "Maomao, let's ask Brother Shen for you, he may not come because he has something to do."

"Mamao, see you tomorrow."

Song Jiao also waved his little hand at them: "See you tomorrow."

They all left, the old doctor went out to prepare the soup, only Song Jiao and the system were left in the room, the system could only bark or communicate with him in his mind, the room was very quiet for a while .

Song Jiao whispered to himself so that there would be some sound in the room.

"He obviously agreed to be friends with me, why doesn't he come?"

The only one who didn't come to see him today was Xie Chen.

The system wanted to comfort him, but Song Jiao thumped the pillow himself: "Xie Chen is so annoying, I don't want to be friends with him anymore."

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed to see the presents his friends brought him.

Friends brought him a lot of things, such as Luban locks and comic books, which were much better than Xie Chen, so he ignored Xie Chen.

At this time, the friends also found Xie Chen in Xie Chen's room.

He was lying on the bed playing "South East North West".

Friends complained unanimously: "Brother Shen, why didn't you go to see Mao Mao? Mao Mao is sick, and Mao Mao has asked about you."

Xie Chen stuffed "Southeast, Northwest" under the pillow and sat up: "What did he ask me?"

"He asked why you didn't go there. He thought you were sick. You just went there with us."

Wen Zhi pushed away the crowd, walked to the front, and asked, "Brother Shen, you haven't reconciled with Mao Mao, have you?"

"Reconciled!" Xie Shen said loudly, "It was reconciled that night."

"Then why don't you dare to go there?"

"I……"

I don't know how to speak.It was a critical moment, he and Song Jiao worked together, but...

It was still a little weird, he didn't know how to get along with Song Jiao.

And at that time he said something particularly nasty to Song Jiao——

"I like you too."

This is not the young master's style at all!

He had never said such a thing to others, and thinking about it now, he was... still a little embarrassed.

Xie Chen paused, and finally said: "Because I don't want to go there with you, I want to see Mao Mao by myself."

Wen knew: "You'd better go."

Xie Chen pouted his neck: "Of course I will go!"

That night, Song Jiao sat on the bed, raised his head, and asked his grandfather to wash his face and feet.

"Grandpa, can I go out to play tomorrow?"

"No, it's still a little hot."

Song Jiao said dejectedly, "Woo... alright."

"If it's not hot tomorrow, let's go out and play for a while."

"Alright." Song Jiao retracted her feet, "Grandpa, I put on the socks and cover myself with the quilt."

Grandpa Song went out with his footwashing water, and came back not long after.

"Mamao, Grandpa Xie has something to do, Grandpa has to go there, you..."

Song Jiao picked up the little yellow dog, and responded obediently: "I sleep by myself, with the system."

"Can I sleep by myself? Or grandpa will call your godmother to come and accompany you?"

"No, it's already so late, I can sleep by myself."

Grandpa Song took out the pillow and put it beside the bed to prevent him from falling: "Okay, Grandpa will be back soon, you and the system will sleep first."

"it is good."

Grandpa Song left him a small candle and went out.

Song Jiao hugged the system, talked with the system for a while, and then slowly fell asleep.

Not long after, when the system was about to go into sleep mode, the door outside suddenly rang.

The system is alert, ears pricked up.

A small black figure, hugging the pillow and quilt, slipped in from the door.

Where did the little thief come from?Bring your own bedding?

As soon as the system stood up, the little black figure ran to the bedside.

The little black shadow approaches the candlelight—

Thank you Shen.

Song Jiao faced the inside and slept on the inside, Xie Chen lightly put the quilt he brought in, arranged it, and then climbed onto the bed.

He just slept next to Song Jiao and didn't speak.

Confused, the system crawled out of Song Jiao's arms, ran over, and stepped on his face.

You get out of here!

Xie Chen pinched the back of his neck and threw him off the bed.

system:? ? ?

The little yellow dog scratched the bed post with its paws, trying to climb up.

When he was working hard, Song Jiao turned over and suppressed Xie Chen.

"Ow..."

"Ow!"

Song Jiao yelled louder than him, jumped up from the bed with the quilt in his arms, and then