The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

I have a good second aunt.

Xie Chen couldn't hide the happy look on his face, Second Aunt, talk more, talk more!

With him like this, the second lady worked even harder.She tilted her head, stroked her palms and said, "Look, this smile makes you more husband and wife. Oh, why didn't you settle down?"

Xie Chen's invisible tail raised to the sky, and the corners of his mouth also raised to the sky.

Then Song Jiao stuffed a piece of snack into his mouth and beat him back to his original shape.

The second wife is in a hurry, her interest comes and goes quickly.

She quickly put the joke behind her and pushed the dim sum in front of Song Jiao: "Maomao eat more, don't just feed Brother Shen, he knows how to eat when he's hungry."

Song Jiao said "Thank you, Second Aunt", and picked up a piece of snack to eat.

The second lady looked at him lovingly: "Oh, Maomao just wants to be quiet."

Mrs. Xie smiled and said, "Where is it? Didn't you see that when he and Ah Chen were arguing, the voice was louder than a tiger, and the two roared back and forth at each other, as if they were in the Garden of Beasts."

Song Jiao ate with his head down, pretending not to hear.

The second lady sighed again: "I've eaten dim sum from my family for so many years, why doesn't Mao Mao make it for me?"

The shadow of childhood reappeared, Song Jiao lowered his head even more, eating snacks like a rabbit.

The second lady said again: "Otherwise, I will be my nephew and daughter-in-law."

Here again, here again!

Xie Chen was so happy that he wanted to fly into the sky, thank you Second Aunt.

Song Jiao stuffed all the snacks into his mouth in one breath, picked up the book on the table and wanted to go out: "I have a few sentences that I don't understand and I want to ask Mr. Liu, I'm going out first."

Before the two wives could speak, Xie Chen responded excitedly: "Okay!"

Song Jiao ran away with the book in his arms, and the second lady told him: "Study hard, Auntie Dim Sum will keep it for you."

The second lady turned her head and looked at Xie Chen, and the two of them were having fun together.

Mrs. Xie cleared her throat, and patted Xie Chen's desktop: "What are you thinking about? It's so beautiful that you can't even write a poem, and you still want to ask someone? Didn't you see that everyone was scared away by you? Come on!" Order something to eat, and study quickly after eating."

Without Song Jiao, no one would feed him soup.Xie Chen could only lower his head and drink the soup slowly by himself.

Mother is really worrying too much, why should she be able to write poetry when she asks Mao Mao to be a wife?

In their family, only one person can compose poetry.

That's - Mao Mao!He is only responsible for applauding and cheering beside him!

The children had to rest at noon, so the two wives didn't want to bother them too much, so they left snacks and soup for Xie Chen and supervisor Song Jiao to finish eating and drinking when they came back, and then left.

In the afternoon, it was martial arts classes as usual, and the active friends had already gone to the martial arts field to wait, and they all tacitly did not call Xie Chen.

Xie Chen was injured, he couldn't climb trees, he couldn't wield swords and guns, and he was exempted from martial arts lessons, so he didn't have to call him recently.

The weather is cold, and although there is charcoal burning in the school, it is still a bit chilly.

Xie Chen took out the blanket from his bag and spread it on Song Jiao's place.

Not long after, Song Jiao came back with the book in his arms.

Xie Chen patted the table, and then patted the spread blanket: "Maomao, come and eat, and take a nap after eating."

Song Jiao didn't speak, walked over awkwardly, put the book away, then looked back at Mu Ying who was sitting behind: "Brother Parrot, do you want to come over for an afternoon nap?"

Mu Ying had been looking at that soft blanket for a long time, and when she heard Song Jiao say this, she moved quickly and stepped forward.

"Mamao, won't you sleep today?"

"Don't sleep, I will discuss today's article with Zhi Duoxing, and take your seat."

Muying didn't think about it, he thought: "Okay."

Just like that, Song Jiao held the book and changed places with Muying.

Xie Chen sat alone in his seat, and when Muying was about to sit down, he pulled back his blanket.

Mu Ying sat down on the soft cushion, turned his head and said dissatisfiedly, "Brother Shen."

Xie Chen took back the blanket as if nothing had happened: "Did you go to a snowball fight just now? You are covered in ashes."

He covered himself with the blanket, and then moved the snacks left by his mother and second aunt back to Song Jiao: "Maomao, my mother and second aunt left it for you, let me watch you finish eating."

When Song Jiao went out in a hurry, she didn't wear a scarf or hat, her cheeks were a little red from the cold.He pinched the page, ignoring Xie Chen, but his gaze on the page did not move much.

Xie Chen glanced at him. Obviously, Song Jiao was shy because of the second aunt's joke.

Xie Chen coaxed him, and pushed the dim sum in front of him: "I will tell Second Aunt next time, tell her not to talk nonsense, don't be angry, just eat some."

Song Jiao still ignored him, Xie Chen thought for a while, picked up a piece of chestnut cake, and dangled it back and forth in front of him.

"Maomao, Maomao, come and eat..."

Before Song Jiao could be attracted, Wen Zhi raised his head first: "Brother Shen, don't disturb Mao Mao's study, Mao Mao's most important task now is to study."

Xie Chen raised his chin towards him: "Maomao's most important task now is to eat snacks."

Xie Chen turned his head and fanned Song Jiao's side, letting him smell the snacks: "Maomao, come and eat..."

Soon, Song Jiao couldn't take it anymore, raised his head, opened his mouth, and took a bite of the snack in Xie Chen's hand.

Xie Chen smiled and coaxed him: "Hey, have another bite, have another bite."

Just like that, Song Jiao finished half a plate of dim sum, and Xie Chen asked him, "Why are you so angry? It's not a big deal."

Song Jiao chewed his snacks and asked, "Brother Shen, if Second Aunt was talking about you and Brother Ying, would you have refuted it on the spot?"

Muying:? ? ?

"What's none of my business? Why are you quarreling with me?"

Xie Chen looked at Song Jiao and nodded, "Yes."

Song Jiao asked again: "Then if Second Aunt was talking about you and Zhi Duoxing, would you have refuted it on the spot?"

Wen Zhi:? ? ?

"not my business."

Xie Chen nodded again.

Song Jiao continued to ask: "Are the two of them your good brothers?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you refute when the second aunt said about me?"

"Ah?" Xie Chen choked.

Song Jiao finally asked: "Because I'm not your good brother, you don't refute, right?"

"Yes..." Xie Chen quickly shut his mouth.

It was so dangerous that I almost said the word "right".

But even if he didn't say it, Song Jiao seemed to know his answer.

He stopped asking and continued to look down at the book.

Xie Chen groaned in his heart, you are not a good brother, you are a wife!Wife, you are wrong!

Xie Chen was wronged, but Xie Chen didn't dare to say it.

During their conversation, Mu Ying was confused, but Wen Zhi probably understood everything. She glanced at Xie Chen, lowered her head expressionlessly, and picked up the book to talk to Song Jiao.

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi reviewed what Mr. Liu said this morning. Wen Zhi put away his things and was going to squat on the table for a while, and Song Jiao was also going to sleep for a while.

Then he grabbed a ball of paper from under Muying's desk: "What is this?"

Mu Ying glanced back: "Oh, this is the article I wrote this month."

"what?"

"I put it there, Maomao, don't move it, you will lose it."

"Okay." Song Jiao silently put the paper ball back, and he turned to look at Wen Zhi, "It's really hard for you."

Wen Zhi didn't change his face, lying on the table: "I'm used to it."

Mu Ying refused: "Brother Shen was exactly the same as me when he was young, and when he practiced calligraphy, he often rolled paper balls..."

Xie Chen picked up his neatly bound articles from the table, and Mu Ying choked up: "Brother Shen, why are you..."

Xie Chen was very proud: "Mamao helped me organize it."

My wife sorted it out for me!

In the end, Song Jiao returned to his place and took a nap in the morning, otherwise he always felt that he could dig out some treasure in Muying's place.

After squinting for a while, Wen Zhi's strong belief woke him up, and then he pushed Song Jiao and Muying: "Martial arts class is on."

Song Jiao replied in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he met a pair of dark eyes.

The man was also lying on the table, facing him.Sword eyebrows and star eyes, eyebrows on the left are broken eyebrows, the lines of the face gradually become tougher, the bridge of the nose is high, the thin lips are slightly pursed, and the chin...

A long, long "beard" sticks to the chin.

Xie Chen opened his mouth with a rough voice: "Maomao, you have slept for too long, I am getting old. You are a little pig."

Song Jiao couldn't hold it back, and laughed with a "puchi", reaching out to pull the "beard" off his chin.

Then there was a cough from behind the two of them, a warning from Wen Zhi, the little study buddy.

Song Jiao quickly withdrew his hand and sat upright. Xie Chen pulled off the paper "beard" by himself, crumpled it up and threw it away.

The two of them reconciled without saying a word.

During the martial arts class, the teenagers were sweating hotly. Song Jiao was always afraid of the cold, so he hesitated for a moment, then took off the jacket that was on the outside, and threw it to Xie Chen for him to hold.

Anyway, Xie Chen was still injured, so he didn't need to be with them.

Xie Chen hugged Song Jiao's coat, and sat with Old General Wu obediently.

When the friends saw this, they all yelled for Xie Chen to help them get their clothes. Xie Chen raised his chin: "Got it, don't you know how stinky your clothes are? How dare you let me take them?"

"Hey, Brother Shen, does Mao Mao's clothes smell good?"

Fragrant!

Xie Chen could only answer loudly in his heart.

Because Song Jiao looked a little angry again, his face turned red from the cold.

Xie Chen hugged his clothes, watched Song Jiao turn over the horse with a quick movement, and couldn't help smiling.

Song Jiao is wearing a red dress today, he rarely wears such an eye-catching color, he looks dazzling, like a red plum blossom in the snow.

Old General Wu turned to look at him, frowning deeply: "Boy, what are you doing?"

Xie Chen tilted his head, and unconsciously said what was in his heart: "Look at my wife."

Old General Wu followed his gaze, and after figuring out who he was looking at, he suddenly became violent: "You kid, you are so stupid, you see, I will kill you!"

Old General Wu picked up the wooden Qinglong Yanyue Knife on the side, and threw it at him head and face. Xie Chen reacted quickly, dodging to the side, and raised his hand to block the attack.

The friends booed loudly: "Brother Shen is good at it!"

Before Xie Chen could react, Song Jiao led the horse to him and asked, "Is your hand ready?"

Xie Chen flicked the Qinglong Yanyue Knife to the side, and said nonchalantly, "No, it still hurts."

Song Jiao led the horse and left, and Old General Wu took advantage of the situation to announce the dismissal of get out of class.

Xie Chen and Song Jiao walked together: "Maomao, go back and help me take a look, it seems that the wound has opened again, really."

Song Jiao turned to look at him: "Really? Didn't lie?"

Xie Chen bit the bullet and said, "Really."

In the room, Xie Chen was sitting on the bed, Song Jiao changed his coat and washed his hands before taking off Xie Chen's clothes to have a look.

It has been several months, even the wound scratched by the wolf should heal.

It was indeed the case, Song Jiao looked like he had grown new flesh, but Mr. Xie Chen said that he was not feeling well.

Xie Chen was usually reluctant to scare him, but this time he was injured and had an excuse to lie to Song Jiao and himself.

He has a legitimate reason for this, not to bully Maomao, let alone scare Maomao.

Song Jiao looked carefully: "It's not cracked, will it itch?"

Xie Shen nodded: "En."

Song Jiao touched it: "The doctor said you can't scratch it, or I'll give you some medicine?"

"Ah."

After Song Jiao wiped the medicine on him, Xie Chen said again: "Let's have dinner together later. At noon today, my mother said that there were a few places where the snowstorm was too severe. Your grandfather and mine have already passed away, so I didn't have time to tell you. Let you stay in the palace tonight."

Song Jiao's tone couldn't hide his disappointment: "Got it."

Xie Chen looked back at him: "Mamao, tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside.

It was Wen Zhi's voice: "Maomao, there is a poetry meeting organized by Senior Brother Liu tonight, do you remember?"

Song Jiao suddenly thought about this matter, put away the ointment, and said to Xie Chen: "In order to introduce brother Jiang Ping to the literati in the city, Brother Liu specially held a poetry meeting and invited me, you want to go together ?"

Xie Chen thought for a while, then shook his head: "No."

"Okay." Song Jiao smiled, "I knew you wouldn't like that kind of occasion, so I'll come back early and bring you something delicious."

Xie Chen responded, "Okay."

Song Jiao packed up everything, changed clothes, walked along with Xie Chen's jade pendant hanging on his belt, and left with Wen Zhi.

After he left, Xie Chen lay down on the bed alone.

He covered his forehead, Xie Chen, you should be sober, he just left!

Until it was getting dark and the sky was getting dark, the palace servants asked him outside the door if he wanted to pass the meal. The dishes he ordered at noon were all ready, Xie Chen said no, and Song Jiao was not here, so prepare what he likes to eat , he couldn't eat it.

Then Xie Chen suddenly remembered something, sat up from the bed, lit a candle, and put the candle by the window.Candlelight shines through the window paper, and the outside can be seen clearly.

He remembered that Song Jiao was afraid of the dark.

When he was a child, he was locked in the cellar, and when he was hunting a while ago, Xie Chen suddenly discovered that he was very afraid of the dark, and he had to keep a small candle by the bed when he slept.

He didn't have this awareness before, all he knew was that Song Jiao likes to light candles when he sleeps, and Song Jiao himself firmly refused to admit it. It wasn't until a while ago that this concept gradually became clear in his mind. It turned out that Song Jiao was afraid of the dark.

But Xie Chen was afraid that the candle would be blown out by the wind, so he had no choice but to sit by the window and watch, taking out today's homework to read.

Because he said that his hand was injured, the annotations on his book these days were also written for him by Song Jiao.

Rarely, the demon king of the world began to study, a night worthy of being recorded in the annals of history.

Then he looked at it, and fell asleep lying on the book that Song Jiao helped him take notes.

In his sleep, Xie Chen felt that someone was moving him, touching his fingers with his fingers, like a butterfly flying by.

Except for Song Jiao, no one else had such courage.

So Xie Chen waved his hand and blurted out: "Honey, don't make trouble."