The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

a bolt from the blue.

Song Jiao became Xie Chen's companion.

Song Jiao wants to cry but has no tears, how could things turn out like this?

He clearly doesn't want to...

Xie Chen pushed the door open and came in, unable to hide the joy on his face: "Thank you, Grandpa."

He grabbed Song Jiao who was about to run away: "Maomao!"

Song Jiao was on the verge of crying with a bitter face.

The old bandit patted the young bandit hard on the shoulder: "I am studying with you, not to be your wife. Don't always bully others and look like a bandit. You have already started studying, you have to look like a literati. "

Xie Chen didn't take this to heart, he was concentrating on pinching Song Jiao's face, trying to pull out the little dimple on his face.

Song Jiao opened her mouth and bit his finger.

He pushed Xie Chen away, raised his head, and looked at the old bandit without fear: "I won't be his companion."

The old bandit didn't look unhappy at all: "What's wrong?"

"Anyway, I won't be his companion. When my grandfather comes to find me, I will leave with my grandfather." Song Jiao held back tears, straightened up, and confronted the two bandits, "My grandfather is not here, I Grandpa is not here, you make decisions privately, it is taking advantage of the fire, it is unkind and unrighteous."

After saying this, Song Jiao picked up his little yellow dog and started to leave.

The old bandit said behind him: "My boy, what we bandits do is taking advantage of the fire and looting, which is unkind." He patted Xie Chen: "Look at the idioms used by others."

He said loudly: "Mamao, there is another idiom called 'Jiren under the fence', and another one called 'I am the knife and you are the fish', do you understand?"

Song Jiao had already run away with the puppy.

The old bandit looked back at Mr. Liu, looked at Song Jiao's back, and nodded with satisfaction: "He is the most satisfying literati I have snatched over the years, much better than some pedantic and rigid old people. Tsk, how about How do you say that the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead?"

Mr. Liu threw his pen angrily and strode away.

A group of children in front of the door watched Song Jiao leave, and then watched Mr. Liu leave.

After Xie Shen came out, they said, "Brother Shen, you made Mao Mao cry, and your grandfather made Mr. Liu cry."

Xie Shen had a gloomy face.

Song Jiao wiped her eyes and ran across the corridor, aggrieved, without even looking at the road, she didn't know who she bumped into, and sat on the ground with a slap.

Fearing that it was a bandit who bumped into him, Song Jiao hurriedly apologized, crying, "Yes...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The person who was hit helped him up: "Maomao, what's the matter? Why are you crying? Who bullied you? Is it Ah Chen?"

Song Jiao looked up, and when he saw who it was, he burst into tears immediately, tears covering his face: "Auntie! I don't want to be Xie Chen's companion!"

Mrs. Xie picked him up and saw the red marks on his cheeks, she stomped her feet angrily: "Is this okay? Is this okay? Go, call Ah Chen to me."

She shook the child in her arms: "Let's go, Auntie will take you back to drink milk tea first."

Back in the room, Song Jiao was placed on the couch and sat, leaning against the pillow and wrapping up the blanket, sobbing in the softness.

Madam Xie washed his face and put a bowl of warm milk tea in his hand.

The Northwest often has these things.Madam Xie gave him another plate of toffee: "Come, dip it in and eat."

Song Jiao nodded, holding the small wooden bowl in one hand, and the toffee in the other, took a sip of milk tea, sipped the toffee, and finally took a sip of it, repeating countless times.

Mrs. Xie watched him eat, and slowly calmed down before letting go.

She turned her head and asked, "Where is Ah Chen? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

The attendant who went out to find someone reported: "Madam, the young master has not been found yet."

Mrs. Xie turned her head and glanced at Song Jiao, seeing that he was so absorbed in eating sweets that he didn't seem to hear, she was relieved, and told the people below: "Go look again."

When Xie Chen came back, Song Jiao had already finished drinking the milk tea and was holding a large board of milk candies and was eating.

Xie Chen took off his cloak and threw it over: "Mother, I'm back."

The cloak flew towards Song Jiao, but was stopped before it covered his head.

Mrs. Xie picked up the ruler and slammed the table hard: "What did you do? Why did you make Mao Mao cry?"

Xie Chen put his hands behind his back and said nonchalantly, "I pinched his face."

Mrs. Xie was furious: "Look, you have pinched people out, and it hasn't gone away yet. Are you a hand made of iron pliers?"

Xie Shen said in a low voice: "I just want to see if I can squeeze out the hole in his face."

"Hole?" Mrs. Xie was taken aback, turned to look at Song Jiao, and then realized, "That's someone else's dimple, do you still want to squeeze it out?"

"I don't know."

Madam Xie tapped the table again with her ruler: "What else did you do?"

"Grandpa said, I want him to read with me, but he refuses, I think it's fine, so he cried, and said I set fire to robbery..."

Song Jiao raised his head, with milk froth around his mouth: "It's taking advantage of the fire."

Xie Shen couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a "puchi".

Mrs. Xie quickly knocked on the table: "You are not allowed to smile. Mao Mao is not willing, you force him, of course he is not happy."

Xie Chen adjusted his expression and reminded: "Mother, our family is a bandit, and everything in our family is stolen."

"..."

Mrs. Xie choked, and finally said: "I'll talk to your grandfather, anyway, Mao Mao doesn't want to, so you can't force him."

And Xie Chen didn't say a word, "The family tradition is so proud and proud" written all over his face.

Madam Xie raised her ruler: "Hold out your hand."

Xie Chen stretched out his hand reluctantly, and hit the ruler three times without making a sound.

He took back his red palm and squeezed it hard, Madam Xie pushed him again: "Go, apologize to Mao Mao."

Now Xie Chen didn't move, he didn't even take a step towards Song Jiao.

Mrs. Xie urged him several times, but he still stiffened his neck and refused to bow his head. In the end, Mrs. Xie had no choice but to let him stand for punishment.

He was standing in the corner with his back straight and his hands hanging by his sides, clenched into fists.Song Jiao also refused to look at him, but hid behind Mrs. Xie.

The two children had a conflict and could no longer live together.

Mrs. Xie had someone tidy up the green gauze cupboard outside Xie Chen's room, and asked Song Jiao to move in.

Mrs. Xie settled Song Jiao, said "good dreams" to him, covered him with a quilt, and walked around to look at Xie Chen.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

Xie Shen shook his head.

"What are you doing with a straight face? Mother didn't hit you for no reason. You said it yourself, should you hit me?"

Xie Shen didn't speak.

"Then I will give you to Maomao now, let him pinch your face every day, are you happy?"

Xie Chen still didn't speak.

Mrs. Xie was also helpless: "Okay, if you like it, you can be your little bandit."

She helped Xie Chen put down the curtain, and went out with a candle.

Xie Chen lay on the bed with his hands folded, eyes open, thinking about things for a while, then put his hand under the pillow to find out the north, south, east, and west.

Who is wrong, Xie Chen or Song Jiao?He asked silently in his heart.

Xie Chen followed the steps to choose a corner, walked a few steps, and then opened the curtain to let the moonlight in, and use the moonlight to see clearly who was at fault.

He put the things back under the pillow and covered himself with the quilt.

Song Jiao was wrong.It is said by the southeast and northwest.

Anyway, he was right, and now he was going to bed.

As soon as Xie Chen closed his eyes, he suddenly heard a burst of crying, soft and small.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and was about to get angry when he suddenly realized that the voice seemed to be coming from the green gauze closet.

Song Jiao was crying.

He cried again, two or three times today, he was just a little crying bag.

Xie Chen turned over, turned his back to the outside, and covered the quilt over his head, but Song Jiao's crying sound passed through the tent and quilt, and it was still accurately heard in his ears.

I'm so annoying.

Xie Chen sat up abruptly, got up and got out of bed.

Pushing open the door of the green gauze cabinet, you can see a small bulge on the quilt, and the crying sound came from inside.And Song Jiao's little yellow dog was lying on the side, scratching the quilt with its paws.

Xie Chen stepped forward quickly and lifted the quilt: "You are so noisy..."

Song Jiao cried until both cheeks were red, and her eyes were red, just like a rabbit.Xie Chen was on the verge of speaking, but suddenly couldn't speak.

Song Jiao took the quilt back from his hand, covered it again, and continued to cry.

Xie Chen stretched out his hand to pull it, but he couldn't pull it away.

This time Song Jiao's crying was obviously smaller.He dreamed of his grandpa, thinking that he would never see his grandpa again, so he cried.

He didn't mean to disturb others.

He covered himself in the quilt, bit his lower lip, thinking that Xie Chen should leave, but Xie Chen's voice came from his ear again.

"Who is the puppy, Xie Chen or Song Jiao? To the east, ten strokes."

Xie Chen paused for a while: "Tsk, it's me."

"Who is the little pig, Xie Chen or Song Jiao? To the north, eleven strokes."

"Tsk, it's me again."

He played it several times until Song Jiao couldn't help but lifted the quilt and poked his head out from under the quilt.

Xie Chen pinched the southeast and the northwest in his hands, and said uncomfortably: "Who is wrong, Xie Chen or Song Jiao? To the east, ten strokes."

Ten Downs to the East will always be Xie Chen, this is what they have known since the very beginning of playing this game.

Song Jiao wanted to remind him, but she puffed her cheeks and didn't want to remind him anymore.

Xie Chen concentrated on counting ten: "...eight...nine...ten." He pursed the corners of his lips, as if apologizing: "Oh, I was wrong."

Song Jiao sniffed: "I didn't cry because of you, I dreamed about my grandpa."

"Oh." Xie Chen lowered his head and continued to play with his paper toy, "Who is Xiaoleibao?"

Song Jiao pursed his mouth and said nothing, Xie Chen changed his words again: "Who is the little rabbit with red eyes?"

Xie Chen was having fun playing by himself, Song Jiao watched him play a few rounds from a distance, and finally couldn't help it, and leaned over to watch.

After playing for a while, Xie Chen whispered, "I'll talk to Grandpa, if you don't want to study with me."

Song Jiao also answered him in a low voice: "If my grandfather agrees, I will stay and study."

Xie Chen immediately said: "Then you have to write big characters for me."

Song Jiao raised her head: "Why? I don't want it."

"I'll help you plead with grandpa, so you're going to help me write, and because of you, I've been beaten by my mother." Xie Chen started again, "Who will help Xie Chen with his homework? Who is it?"

Song Jiao sniffed hard, trying to express her resistance with a heavy "hum".

Then he blows a snot bubble.

The next day, in Xie Chen's study.

Song Jiaoduan sat at the table, writing and practicing calligraphy.Xie Chen crossed his feet and sat on the side to supervise the work.

"Can Song Jiao finish my homework today?"

"Does Song Jiao's handwriting look as good as mine?"

"Song Jiao..."

Song Jiao turned his head, and just about to speak, Xie Chen raised his hand and showed him his red palm.

Song Jiao turned her head back and continued to write. While writing, she suddenly remembered something: "It's the left hand! Auntie hit yours..."

Xie Chen closed his eyes and ignored him, Song Jiao flicked the pen, and a string of ink dots splattered on his face.

Xie Chen opened his eyes, wiped his face, looked at the ink stains on his hands, raised his hand to strike him, and demonstrated to him.

Seeing that the fight was about to start again, several children ran out the door panting.

"Mamao, come out quickly, it seems that your grandpa is here!"