Zhou Yan

Li Yong's small house is covered with bamboo in the front and back, even the outside of the house is made of bamboo, leaving a narrow bluestone slab to pass into the small yard in front of the house.

Passing through the bluestone slabs, Li Yong's yard is also very small, almost negligible, just a few steps to the eaves.

"This house, how do you get in?"

Shen Xian walked around the hut with his hands behind his back, but he still didn't know how to get in, so let's go through the main entrance, it was sealed and couldn't go, let's go through the dog hole, Shen Xian went to the back of the hut to check again, and carefully I carefully observed the corner, and finally gave up. There is no hole here!

While thinking hard, Zhou Mingchao stood at the window, raised his hand to remove the window bolt, and he removed the window bolt with a deadpan expression.

Zhou Mingchao lifted the window up and took a pole next to it to support it.

"..." Shen Xian: "It's amazing."

Zhou Mingchao lowered his eyes, propped his hands on the window sill, then flipped over cleverly, and landed lightly on the ground in the room.

"Brother Zhou, wait for me!" In the dark, Shen Xian was afraid even standing outside alone. Seeing that Zhou Mingchao had entered, he quickly lifted up his robe, clasped his hands on the window sill, and struggled to climb up. Zhou Mingchao had long legs and got stuck halfway through the climb.

The room was a little dark, so Zhou Mingchao lit a torch, looked around the room, and waited for Shen Xian to come in. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see Shen Xian's figure.

As soon as he turned his head, Shen Xian had one leg resting on the window sill, but the other leg couldn't get up, and was thumping desperately: "Brother Zhou! Give me a hand."

Zhou Mingchao: "..."

Zhou Mingchao took two steps, stretched out a hand to him, Shen Xian grabbed it, Zhou Mingchao lightly exerted force on his hand, and Shen Xian was lifted up like a little chick.

"Follow me, don't run around." Shen Xian was put on the ground, and Zhou Mingchao gave an order, holding up the fire pocket to check inside the room.

Shen Xian pulled Zhou Mingchao's clothes, with bright candles shining in his eyes, he whispered: "Brother Zhou, we are like visiting a tomb."

Zhou Mingchao paused the hand holding Huozhezi, and said helplessly, "Don't talk nonsense."

Shen Xian blinked his eyes, calmed down a little obediently, but was still very excited, he looked at the house of the dead butcher by the candlelight.

The room looks small from the outside, and it doesn't look very big inside. Apart from a bed, a table, two chairs, and a cabinet, there is no other extra furniture.

There is also a set of props on the table, butcher knife, picking knife, and machete. The blades are sharpened and glisten in the moonlight.

"This knife looks so powerful." Shen Xian stretched out his hand to touch it.

"Don't move around." Zhou Mingchao grabbed Shen Xian's paw and put it back.

"Is this the knife Li Yong used to kill pigs?"

"should be."

The quilts on the bed were neatly folded together, the pillows were placed on the bed properly, and the room was tidy. Zhou Mingchao turned his body, and the firefold illuminated a piece of clothing hanging by the bed.

It was a brown coarse sackcloth, which was crumpled and hung on the head of the bed. Dirt and blood were faintly visible in the folds, which should have been stained when the pig was slaughtered.

Zhou Mingchao opened the closet, and the clothes inside were neatly folded. Zhou Mingchao held up the towel and took a closer look. The clothes in the closet were also clean, with no dirt on the cuffs and necklines. Zhou Mingchao rubbed them with his hands. After a while, the clothes are also very refreshing.

There is a plate of small snacks on the table, not very expensive ones, everyone can make them, but they must be ingenious, otherwise they will not be able to make that kind of flavor, but the plate on the table looks very delicate, not like I bought it outside, but it was already inedible, and a layer of white frost formed around the dim sum.

Zhou Mingchao lifted the fire folder, Shen Xian saw a jar in the corner, and took a closer look.

"Brother Zhou, it's a rice vat, and there are sweet potatoes beside it!" Shen Xian picked up the sweet potatoes next to him, and dipped his hands in the mud.

Zhou Mingchao pulled him up from the ground: "It's not that I said that things here are not allowed to be touched."

Shen Xian was not convinced: "Didn't you touch his clothes just now?"

Zhou Mingchao was blocked by him for a while, so he could only intimidate him: "If you are disobedient, I will leave you here."

The speechless person turned into Shen Xian: "..."

Does brother Zhou know that he has grown up, and he still treats himself as a child!

When she was a child, Shen Xian was naughty and made little Zhou Mingchao angry.

The two children went to play in the garden, and Shen Xian said childishly that he wanted to pick some of the most beautiful flowers for his mother. Zhou Mingchao felt very relieved. Although Shen Xian was young, he was sensible.

The prettiest and largest flower in the garden is Madam's favorite autumn peony. Shen Xian tugged on Zhou Mingchao's trouser legs: "Brother Mingchao, that flower is the prettiest, don't pick it yet."

Shen Xian, who was three or four years old, was still short, not as tall as Zhou Mingchao's legs, but he could already speak clearly.

Zhou Mingchao looked at the peony flower, bent down and pinched the child's face: "Why?"

Xiao Shen Xian twisted his chubby body: "Don't pick him up yet~"

Zhou Mingchao kept giving way to Shen Xian, and didn't ask too much: "Okay."

Zhou Mingchao picked flowers for Shen Xian, roses, roses, half-step orchids, lily-of-the-valleys, all kinds of flowers, Shen Xian switched hands, almost unable to hold them.

"Brother Mingchao, I can't hold it anymore." Shen Xian yelled behind Zhou Mingchao holding the flowers. When the little one raised his head, it was covered with flowers and branches, and he couldn't see the way. When he touched Zhou Mingchao's leg, he stumbled and was about to fall.

Zhou Mingchao picked him up.

Shen Xian was almost thrown, but he was still giggling in Zhou Mingchao's hands: "Hahahahahaha, it's so fun, like sitting on a swing."

Seeing his blushing, Zhou Mingchao wiped the sweat off Xiaobai Tuanzi's face: "I'll help you hug the flowers."

"No," Shen Xian shook his head, his two short legs were about to come down, "I can hug myself."

Zhou Mingchao put him on the ground.

Shen Xian, who was wearing a small turquoise robe, sat down on the ground with a hey sound, spread his legs apart, held the flowers in his arms with two chubby hands, and curled up his big eyes happily: "That's all right!"

Zhou Mingchao squatted in front of him, tugging at his little robe: "Didn't I say you can't sit on the ground?"

"Woo!" Shen Xian lowered his head, peeking at Zhou Mingchao from the flower branches.

Zhou Mingchao was amused by the eyes in the flowers, picked a banana leaf from the nearby banana tree and spread it on the ground, then picked Shen Xian up and placed it on the banana leaf.

"It's right here," Zhou Mingchao rubbed his little head: "Don't sit on the ground anymore."

Shen Xian hugged the flower and cheered, his little butt twisted on the plantain leaf, and he answered loudly and loudly: "Yeah!"

Zhou Mingchao looked at the child and smiled and left.

Shen Xian looked at Zhou Mingchao's back, his chubby paws held the flowers tightly, and boldly grabbed the petals with one hand: Brother Mingchao is so kind, I haven't scolded him today.

When Zhou Mingchao came back, Shen Xian had pulled the bouquet of flowers like an unshaven head, and all the petals were flying under him.

"Shen Xian," Zhou Mingchao put down the flowers in his hand with a sullen face, "Didn't you say you wanted to give them to your mother? You've already picked these petals, how can you give them away?"

However, Shen Xian didn't feel that Zhou Mingchao was angry yet, and thought that Zhou Mingchao was playing with him.

"Brother Ming Dynasty, look." Shen Xian raised his hands mixed with flower juice, "My hands are sticky, so beautiful."

As he said that, he was about to crawl over while pressing the flower branches.

"Shen Xian! Don't move!" Zhou Mingchao called him.

Shen Xian didn't feel it, his body crushed the flower branches, and the delicate flowers were ravaged by him.

"Shen Xian!" Looking at the remaining flowers on the ground, Zhou Mingchao lost his temper with Shen Xian for the first time: "If you are disobedient, I will leave you here and not take you home."

Shen Xian stared blankly at Zhou Mingchao's handsome side face, and finally realized that his brother Mingchao seemed to be angry.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Shen Xian couldn't help crying out, his fat paw rubbed his eyes, and there were black marks on his fair face: "Brother Mingchao, don't be angry, don't want me."

What he was afraid of was that Zhou Mingchao would not want him, not that Zhou Mingchao would leave him here alone.

Zhou Mingchao squatted in front of him, didn't coax him, just watched him cry, and when Shen Xian was tired from crying, he asked: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Shen Xian cried until he was hiccupping, and he was still twitching: "Woo, I know, I know I was wrong."

"Look at these flowers." Zhou Mingchao put the flowers he had just picked together with the flowers that had been crushed by Shen Xian, and let Shen Xian look at them: "They are blooming well, and we picked them, it's already very bad." Well, you crushed it, okay?"

Shen Xian's eyes were dark and bright, and upon hearing this, tears filled his eyes again: "Not good, woo!"

"Don't cry," Zhou Mingchao finally wiped away the tears from Shen Xian's face, "Will you still waste the fruits of your labor like this in the future?"

Shen Xian raised his dirty face and shook his head.

"Okay, don't cry." Zhou Mingchao wiped off the dirt on Shen Xian's face with a handkerchief, and handed the flowers he picked later to Shen Xian: "Let's go back."

Shen Xian took the flowers and held them carefully in his arms.

Zhou Mingchao bent down to pick up Shen Xian, and walked out of the garden.

After walking a few steps, Shen Xian suddenly remembered something and struggled in Zhou Mingchao's arms: "Brother Mingchao, we still have a flower to pick, wait, wait."

Shen Xian was like a big nimble fish, Zhou Mingchao almost didn't hug him.

"This is for you, give me a hug," Shen Xian jumped down and handed the flowers to Zhou Mingchao, the chubby legs turned upside down as if he had stepped on a hot wheel.

Zhou Mingchao thought that Shen Xian had forgotten some important matter, he saw Shen Xian ran to the autumn peony, stood on tiptoe, and broke the flower with a click.

"Brother Mingchao, I'll give it to you." The flower was as big as Shen Xian's head, Shen Xian held it up with both hands, and handed it to Zhou Mingchao.

Zhou Mingchao couldn't remember what that autumn peony looked like, but Shen Xian's face that had just cried was very deep in his memory, and he could still recall Shen Xian's face that looked extraordinarily clear because of crying Eye.

Now the boy's eyes are still clear: "Brother Zhou, there is a hairpin over here!"

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