The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

When Gao Zhan saw Wan Zixiao from afar, he was accompanied by a young doctor.The two walked and talked under umbrellas, looking very anxious.

"It's over, the master must be sick again!"

The driver slapped his thigh, raised his whip and chased after him, and shouted from a long distance: "Young Master Wan, get in the car!"

Hearing Gao Zhan's voice, Xiaoyun pulled up the curtain and poked his head out. There was only one figure, tears filled his eyes, his mouth trembled twice but he didn't make a sound.

Wan Zixiao frowned at the familiar voice, stopped, reached out to touch his face, only to realize that he was not wearing a mask.Really dizzy!But after thinking about it, he thought it was nothing. At first, he wanted to hide from him, so he found Cheng Qian through Gong Ziyuan and asked for a mask. Now that he couldn't fool him, why hide from Gao Zhan and the others.

The carriage just came to a stop, and Xiaoyun jumped out and hugged Wan Zixiao's arm, his big deer-like eyes were red, tears flowed out uncontrollably, but his voice rose excitedly: "Master, it's really you! It's really you!" It's you!"

"I'm looking for Mr. Han." Wan Zixiao pulled the dazed doctor into the carriage, and his flat tone lacked the joy of reunion after a long absence: "He is sick, and now he is in a humble house. This girl, you are probably admitting your mistake." I'm married, my surname is Wan, and my single name is Yu, so I'm afraid it's not the son I need to look for."

The upturned mouth corners fell down, Xiaoyun rubbed his eyes, and said mournfully, "Master, have you lost your memory? How could you not recognize me? Gao Zhan, come and see, this is clearly my son!"

Although he doesn't understand why he pretends not to know Xiaoyun, but Gao Zhan thinks that Mr. Wan is a very smart person, different from rough people like him and Xiaoyun, even if he pretends, there must be a reason for pretending: "Oh You just stop and stop! It is important to see the master now."

"You dare to kill me!" Xiaoyun suffocated at Wan Zixiao's place, and it's fine if Gao Zhan didn't come to prove it. He poured cold water on her while punching her through the curtain, crying even harder: "Gao Zhan, You kill me!"

"It's okay! You think too much!"

"You are killing me! You are killing me!"

"Okay! I'm fierce! I'm fierce!"

"You hate me! You have admitted it yourself! Huh...Gao Zhan, you are so inhuman! You won't let me!"

"When did I never let you go, not every day..."

"Nonsense! You didn't let me go just now!"

"Xiaoyun, people can't be so unreasonable, you made me admit that I murdered you..."

"Gao Zhan, you are fierce! You are fierce, but you still don't admit it! At this time, you are relying on me again, bad guys! You are all bad guys! Okay, everyone refused to admit it, so what if you admit it! We were so deceived back then. Miserable, after searching so hard, I finally found it, but I refused to admit it! What are you doing, this is all!"

Xiaoyun cried so much that his shoulders trembled, Wan Zixiao's face also sank, and the little doctor next to him was flustered and didn't know how to comfort him. Do these guys know each other or not?

"Turn left, turn left!" Wan Zixiao tapped the lathe appropriately, pointed to the small house at the end of the alley, and said, "That's it."

Everyone recognized it, Wan Zixiao didn't bother to wear a mask anymore, and Han Jing didn't mention the past since that day.It's just that this delicate and expensive master doesn't get better when he's sick. He has a headache today and chest tightness tomorrow, and when he doesn't get well again, the man with a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart is reluctant and can't bear to throw a patient out of the door.Xiaoyun also lost his temper, pouting for several days and refusing to talk to him, with the attitude of "you don't know me, I don't know you anymore!"They are all masters who are difficult to serve, and Gao Zhan, who is too busy to be honest, keeps his feet on the ground all day long.

"Gao Zhan, come here", Han Jing leaned on the bed, his sickly look disappeared: "Xiaoyu, has he gone out?"

Gao Zhan glanced into the yard, and trotted to Han Jing's bed with a broom in his hand: "Young Master Wan is out to sell paintings, master, you should get up and do some activities, otherwise all good people will be bedridden and ruined!"

"Keep your voice down," Han Jing stared at the ineffective man with hatred, rubbed his knees, got off the bed and put on his boots: "Go and buy the restaurant near Xiaoyu's paintings, and we will settle down here from now on." .”

Gao Zhan grinned, Le Dian nodded and ran out in response, but after a while he turned back dejectedly: "Master, all the money is with Xiaoyun, she refuses to give it to me!"

Han Jing curled his lips, and from his appearance, he could tell that the little guard's "wife-tight" illness was getting worse: "I'll go ask for it! See if you can give it to the girl!"

"My son didn't find any restaurant!" Xiaoyun angrily chopped up yams, soaked jujubes, peeled peanuts, and washed white rice one by one in delicate small plates, ready to be put into the pot at all times .

Han Jing giggled, stretched out his hands to pinch the red dates and stuffed them into his mouth: "I don't like porridge, you know that. What are you fussing about?"

Xiaoyun rolled his eyes, but the movements in his hands didn't stop at all.

"If you're worried about it, don't keep your mouth shut." Han Jing raised his eyebrows: "His complexion is not good. He really needs to eat more blood-enriching food. Xiaoyun, you still have your heart."

"I can't eat it by myself!" Xiaoyun chopped the kitchen knife close to the panel, his shoulders shook slightly, and a tear dripped down his cheek.

Gao Zhan hurriedly stopped Xiaoyun, raised his sleeves and wiped away tears for others: "Don't be angry, don't be angry! You are in a bad mood now, and in the future the child will cry, quarrel, and have a bad temper!"

Xiao Yun said "hmm" twice, poured the white rice into the boiling casserole, managed to hold back tears and muttered in a low voice: "It's your fault, it's fine if he doesn't recognize you, why doesn't he even recognize me! He has no conscience ! Too heartless!"

"Don't mention the past." Han Jing was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "He believes that Wan Zixiao is dead, so we will treat Wan Zixiao as dead! Forget everything that should be forgotten, and live a good life in the future "Xiaoyun, I'll send the stewed porridge over in a while, and I'll ask about Panlou by the way. I'm somewhat worried about Gao Zhan's work."

Wan Zixiao's empty building selling paintings in front of the door was sold out, not to mention wood and accessories, even the craftsmen who came in and out were among the few in Jinyang Mansion.It seems that this place is going to be pretended to be a high-end restaurant. Wan Zixiao sighed inwardly. It's really hard to live a small life. I'm afraid the stall in front of the door has been reserved for a long time. I don't know if I can leave the little popularity I've managed to save. how much.

But when the "Zuixian Tower" opened and the owner of the restaurant cut the ribbon, Wan Zixiao wished he could escape early.The person who had been lying on his little bamboo bed two days ago and pretending to be dead is now running around alive and kicking, and it is even more annoying that Han Jing even set up a shed next to his small stall, pulling him to the ground without giving an inch. people introduced.

"This Mr. Anhui is a great painter in the capital, and I followed him all the way because of his fame."

"Take care of your business, take care of your business!"

Some things are like this, it is easy to lose but it is a long way to get it back.The days to come will be long, and Han Jing will have plenty of time to slowly win over the person in his heart.

"Kuai Zui Li" who was sitting on the stage grinned pretendingly: "Look, everyone, obsession with this thing is terrible! Even if it's a piece of grass or a tree, if you really want to stir it together, Even if you are the heavenly king, I can’t help it. The old man has finished what he wants to say, and the story of the pine grass marriage really ends here!"

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