I'm just a "little half fairy"

Looking at the two wrists whose red marks had not completely dissipated, Xu Mowen was a little surprised.

It took a long time before he raised his head, and the eyes looking at Yan Ting gradually became warm.

No, something is wrong with the atmosphere again!

Yan Ting turned his face away and coughed. Before Xu Mowen could speak, he rubbed his stomach and said, "Are you hungry? It's almost afternoon..."

"I'll make you something to eat." Xu Mowen stood up and walked to the kitchen after saying that.

"It's too troublesome, we can also go out to eat..."

But Xu Mowen had already put on his apron. He opened the refrigerator door and turned around and said, "It's more hygienic to cook by yourself, and you too. Don't always order takeaway."

Speaking of takeaway, Yan Ting suddenly remembered the fried chicken left in Xu Mowen's bookstore before going to Qin Yuzhe's house last time.

"Have you eaten the fried chicken in your refrigerator?"

Xu Mowen had an expression of reluctance to recall: "It's okay if you don't mention it, that thing looks like it was fried with oil that has been fried many times. If you want to eat it in the future, I can make it for you."

Yan Ting: "So you didn't eat?"

Xu Mowen sighed helplessly, and took out a piece of ham and a few eggs from the refrigerator: "After all, you bought it, so why would I be willing to throw it away..."

Yan Ting smiled with satisfaction: "That's right, anyway, I am the one who respects you!"

Xu Mowen hissed: "Do you think the word "old" is used properly?"

"Why is it inappropriate? You are an "old man" who has lived for 1000 years!"

Xu Mowen shook his head with a helpless smile, and put the egg he was stirring in his hand into the oil pan, and there was a sound of "sizzling, sizzling" in the pan.

Such a moment made him feel a little unreal. He never imagined that he would still be bickering with his little apprentice here after a thousand years.

Yan Ting also felt that everything was so miraculous - he had lost both his parents and his grandfather, and thought he was going to fight alone in this world, but now suddenly there was a "master" from a thousand years ago, and the TV series also Don't dare to write like that!

Looking at Xu Mowen's busy figure, his heart felt warm. Since his grandfather passed away, no one is willing to cook for himself so seriously.

He also went to the kitchen and saw that the potatoes hadn't been shredded, so he picked up the knife and began to manipulate them.

Xu Mowen quickly stopped: "Be careful, you are not familiar with it, and it is easy to cut your hands."

"Haha, you underestimate me too much!" Yan Ting chopped the potato in half with a single knife, and then cut it with a knife, "No matter how stupid I am, the potato shreds will always be cut... oh!"

The glory of Yan Ting's left index finger was hanged, and blood flowed mercilessly onto the chopping board.

Xu Mowen quickly turned off the fire, took his hand and walked out of the kitchen.

On the second floor, Xu Mowen put Yan Ting in the bedroom while he went out to find the medicine box.

Yan Ting pinched his injured finger and looked around Xu Mowen's room, and found that this room was much larger than the one in his bookstore, and the decoration was more simple and elegant.

The background wall of his bedroom is the color of logs, and the light-colored bed is opposite to the custom-made black cabinets. There are almost no decorations in the house except for the green plants in the corners.

I don't know if something was scattered in the room, but he vaguely smelled the same woody fragrance as Xu Mowen's body, is it sandalwood?

Soon, Xu Mowen came in with a medical kit, took his hand without saying a word, knelt down and gently wiped off the blood on his fingers.

Seeing Xu Mowen's brows furrowed tightly, Yan Ting felt a little guilty: "I'm just trying to be foolish."

Xu Mowen sterilized him with a cotton swab while lowering his head, and said in a reproachful tone, "I just told you to be careful, but I cut my hand, hey..."

Yan Ting felt even more guilty, curled her lips and stopped talking.

Xu Mowen helped him deal with the wound, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Ting's drooping head, and the little complaint in his heart disappeared immediately.

He lowered his voice: "I was the one who spoke harshly just now, and I was also worried about you..."

Yan Ting raised her head and looked at Xu Mowen who was apologizing to herself, not knowing what to say for a moment.

This is called a heavy tone?Even a person could tell that Xu Mowen cared about him, but he really just felt that he was causing trouble to Xu Mowen.

He just wanted to explain to Xu Mowen, but his mind flashed back to the scene where he said to him two days ago that he was going to Qin Yuzhe's house - when he insisted on going his own way in the face of Xu Mowen's persuasion, his tone was serious and his attitude was not good !

After all, apologizing with a piece of fried chicken can't replace saying it himself. Thinking of this, he withdrew his hand and apologized to Xu Mowen seriously.

"The day before I went to Qin Yuzhe's house, you kindly persuaded me, but I talked to you in that tone. It's my fault. You also care about me..."

Xu Mowen chuckled, "Do you still remember?"

Yan Ting: "Have you forgotten?"

Xu Mowen stood up and said "tsk": "I really forgot if you didn't tell me, but after you reminded me, I really felt aggrieved, why don't you make it up to me?"

Yan Ting's face was full of black lines: "You are so grown up, why do you still care about me, a kid in my twenties, besides, didn't I send you fried chicken as an apology?"

"That fried chicken made me sick to my stomach, do you owe me one more time?"

Ginger is still old and spicy, Yan Ting is convinced.

"Okay, how can you make up for it?"

Xu Mowen said, "I'll tell you when I think about it."

Because she became a "wounded person", Yan Ting sat on the sofa and watched TV with peace of mind.

After Xu Mowen was still busy for a while, a few delicious dishes were added to the table.

Yan Ting was also polite, picked up a piece of meat with the chopsticks.

"I've figured out how you're going to compensate me." Xu Mowen sat down.

The meat in Yan Ting's mouth suddenly tasted bad: "I have to wait until I eat..."

Xu Mowen smiled: "After dinner, accompany me to watch a movie."

Yan Ting: "???"

"that's it?"

Xu Mowen nodded: "The young people nowadays seem to like to go to the movies, and they always go to the movies together. There should be some special charm in the movie theater."

After revealing his identity, Xu Mowen didn't hide his words anymore, it's just that the people who listened to him were not usually awkward.

Yan Ting: "You have lived for so long, have you ever been to a movie theater?"

"I went in once a few decades ago, but I was the only one, and the movies at that time were still in black and white..."

Yan Ting looked at him recalling the past with such a face, and felt that time and space were out of order.

"That's fine, I'll go with you!"

Seeing that Xu Mowen's request was so simple, Yan Ting felt that the meat in the bowl was delicious again, and before he knew it, more than half of the dishes on the table were eaten by him.

He patted his swollen face and said to Xu Mowen alone: ​​"If I live with you, I will gain ten catties within half a year. It's scary to think about it."

Xu Mowen didn't take it seriously: "Isn't it better to be fatter? You are too thin now, not healthy at all."

Wiping her mouth, Yan Ting gave the last piece of meatball in the bowl to Lai Fu who was waiting by the side.The fat cat wasn't too polite, he picked up the meatball and started chewing it.

He couldn't help feeling: "This cat is really easy to feed."

Xu Mowen laughed: "Just like you, the food tastes very delicious."

At the end, he added: "Actually, I don't mind raising one more."

I don't know why these words sounded so wrong, causing Yan Ting to look at Fat Mao with disgust.

On the way Xu Mowen sent him back to the store, he searched for recently released movies in his idle time.

"Do you like anti-war movies?"

Xu Mowen was curious: "Why do you think so?"

Yan Ting pulled the phone: "Don't all the elderly like such movies?"

"Heh!" The old man Xu Mowen didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"I got it! You must like this!"

Xu Mowen turned around slightly: "What?"

"The re-screening of the old version of "You Sanjie", about opera, you must like it!"

Xu Mowen clenched his hands on the steering wheel: "I have lived for many years, but my mind is still very young."

Yan Ting was in trouble: "Then what do you want to see?"

"I see a lot of couples going to the cinema together. What do they like to watch?"

"For couples, of course they like to watch romance movies."

"Then I also want to look at love."

Yan Ting said "ah": "This... it's not appropriate for us two men to watch romance movies!"

Xu Mowen didn't care what Yan Ting was struggling with: "Are you still so picky when you apologize to me?"

"It's worth it, love, you have to look at love!"

Xu Mowen raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove through the garden at high speed.

The petals on the ground were swept into the air by the wind brought by the car, like colorful butterflies flying happily.

After booking the movie tickets for [-]:[-] pm, Yan Ting's cell phone was almost out of battery, so he turned off his cell phone and lay down in the back seat to rest.

When she returned to the store, Yan Ting had just turned on her mobile phone when she saw several missed calls from Wang Yuan.

He dialed directly, and as soon as he got connected, he said: "Why, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you, master?"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yuan's anxious voice came from over there: "My master has an accident! Come quickly!"

Yan Ting immediately looked at it squarely: "Don't worry, what's going on?"

"He seems to be entangled by a puppet!"

"Stalked by a puppet? Is it the one I sold?"

"Who else but it?"

This is strange, Yan Ting remembers that when the ghost puppet escaped here last time, he was beaten up by a certain expert—now it is undoubtedly Xu Mowen—and his energy was gone. He repaired it by himself It would take a month, why did you start pestering people so soon?

This little bastard is not big, but he will find trouble for himself!

"No, shouldn't your master give lectures in Singapore?"

"Oh, he lied to me! Stop talking, come quickly!"

Yan Ting was about to run outside before his butt was hot, and he couldn't help but feel emotional - he was dreaming of enjoying happiness, but in reality he was a life of hard work.

Yan Ting mercilessly unplugged the phone from the socket when it was fully charged. He put the phone in his pocket, collected all kinds of spell tools, and was about to go out and stop the car.

But as soon as he stepped out of the gate, a dark object fell in front of him from above, scaring him to take a step back.

After seeing what it was, Yan Ting was speechless.

"Why do you say you are wearing a mask in broad daylight? And if you don't go on a good road, you have to fly over the wall? I'm afraid the police won't be able to target you?"

Yu Huaming chuckled, and pulled off the mask that covered most of his face: "I'm not used to this..."

Yan Ting said angrily, "What are you doing here again?"

"What do you mean..." Yu Hua became anxious, "Didn't you agree that I would come to pick you up in the next two days?"

"Oh, I remembered!" In a hurry just now, Yan Ting forgot that he had to go to see his master, but he really couldn't spare the time now.

Wang Yuan couldn't wait any longer. If he told Yu Huaming directly, with his temper, he would definitely not let him go easily.

"Let's go!" Yu Hua pointed to a black car not far away, "The driver is waiting."

Yan Ting unhurriedly locked the wooden door and pulled down the shutter, but kept her eyes on the road.

Seeing a taxi approaching, he hurriedly ran over and reached out to stop it.

Yu Hua was puzzled: "Didn't I tell you that the driver is waiting, and you still take a taxi?"

Yan Ting ignored him until he climbed into the car and closed the door, then rolled down the window and said to him, "Sorry, I have to ask your old man to wait!"

When Yu Huaming realized it, the taxi had already left.When he got excited, he almost wanted to catch up, but his rationality told him that two legs could not handle four wheels after all.

Looking at the taxi leaving in the dust and quickly disappearing at the end of the street, he spoke beautiful Chinese.

"Grass!"