The snow is getting heavier.
For the third time, Young Master Lu couldn't help but pick up a handful of snow, grasping it firmly in the palm of his hand, waiting for the icy cold water to trickle down his fingers, leaving behind a small ball of translucent ice. The sound of footsteps finally came from the snow.
Lu Deng raised his head wrapped in a blanket, the tall and thin boy's chest heaving, he stood still in front of him.
Lu Deng's eyes lit up.
When he found himself back in childhood, he didn't really realize that Gu Song, who he met according to the plot line, would also become smaller together.
The young man in front of him was already vaguely handsome and heroic. His figure was just beginning to grow taller, probably because he lacked sufficient nutrition, and he was far from being tall and strong later.
He was wearing a servant's clothing, his snow-white shirt was meticulously buttoned up to the neckline and tied with a black bow, but his cuffs were hastily rolled up because he was eager to find it. His cheeks were red from the cold, and the steaming white air was exhaled from his mouth and nose, and a thin layer of extraordinarily simple and honest frost was plated between Xuan Ting's eyebrows.
Lu Deng pursed the corners of his lips, almost couldn't help but smile.
… to lose your temper.
Reminding himself once again of the arduous task, Lu Deng took a deep breath, hurriedly curled his lips, looked up and said, "Who are you?"
The tender child's voice penetrated the dim sky and sounded crisply in the rising twilight snow.
Gu Song's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly lowered his head, looking at the delicate face he had just memorized when he came.
his little master.
In fact, it is difficult for a young child of this age to hide his expression. He clearly saw that the pair of black and bright eyes were bent, and then he remembered something and tried his best, frowning like a very impatient posture. The bottom of his eyes was still soft and clear.
Probably aware of it, this light was quickly hidden, but it still effectively calmed the uneasiness of the young servant who had just been bought.
Gu Song's heart softened uncontrollably, leaned over and half-kneeled in front of him, trying to raise his hand to wipe the ice color between his eyelashes.
"I am your servant, young master."
The small body was wrapped in a fleece blanket, so delicate that it would break if touched. Gu Song didn't dare to exert any force, and tried to raise his hand to hug him, and then his body was attached, but he was keenly aware that the young master in his arms shivered slightly.
Although the other party stayed outside all the time, he was always kept warm by the blanket. Compared with the two, his body was cooler.
After letting go of a little heart, he suddenly raised his heart, Gu Song breathed a little, hurriedly withdrew his arm, and said carefully: "Master, I'm sorry—"
The momentum of retreating was suddenly restrained by a little force. Gu Song was slightly stunned, looking at the little white hand that suddenly came out and grabbed his sleeve, leaned back hesitantly: "Master...?"
"Hold me up."
The young master seemed to become a little more unhappy, his face sank, his pale lips pursed slightly, and he became more and more serious.
...probably serious.
He tried his best to see a similar emotion from the soft face, Gu Song pursed his frozen lips and lowered his head hesitantly.
Although I really wanted to hug the young master who looked soft at first glance, he was just too cold.
Before he came, he had been told by the ear about Lu Qingshi's physical condition. Gu Song was a little embarrassed. He was wondering whether to go out for a couple of laps and jump a few times to warm up his body before hugging him. Suddenly, a shadow hit him in the face.
The shadow quickly brought back memories of his time in the slave ranks.
In the long interstellar escape—the whip shadow swept down from the top of the head every time the movement was a little slower, the sharp and heavy hard objects that were smashed at every turn, and the abandoned meteorite thrown as a vent object. If it weren't for the special gravity of the galaxy he came from, his physical fitness was stronger than that of ordinary humans, and he might have fallen into the desolate and long star sand belt like his poor companions.
Gu Song instinctively curled up and raised his hand to cover the top of his head. His body was slow to respond after being frozen for a long time, and he was hit in the face by the shadow.
The icy cold snowflakes slapped his face, scattered and fell in pieces.
…
Gu Song, who was smashed in the face by the little snow group temporarily held by the young master, was stunned for a while, then hesitantly lowered his arms and straightened his body again.
No pain at all.
It's almost like... Mizu's close play.
Gu Song raised his head, his heartbeat was brisk.
There is no snow where he came from. He heard from his exiled partner that on a planet with complete four seasons, this is how children fight snowball fights.
"No way, young master..."
The young master's body is too weak to play such a game that is too intense to think about.
Gu Song apologetically rejected the other party's invitation, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the snow in his palm: "When I get home, I will accompany you to build a snowman, two."
Lu Deng, who strictly implemented the system's "one trouble, two roars, three smashing people" guidelines:...
The snow stuck to Gu Song's forehead and cheeks, and it was quickly melted by the body temperature, and the water flowed down the cheeks.
Gu Song didn't care much, and tried his best to rub his arms to warm his body. Just as he was about to speak, his little hands that were red from the snow had already grabbed his collar, and his warm, soft body suddenly slammed into his arms unreasonably.
At that point, the cold water that was about to get into the neckline was stopped by the little young master's sleeve.
How can a child have too much strength, let alone squatting in the snow for so long. The gentle force and the warm breath hit his chest together, making Gu Song's almost frozen body suddenly stiffened by the warmth, and hurriedly hugged him firmly: "Master?"
He wanted to say that he was cold and wanted to see how wet the little young master's cuffs were, but he didn't have time to say anything, and his warm little face was skillfully pressed against his neck.
The soft cake aroma fills the nose, mixed with a little milky fragrance, the warm body is arched into a comfortable position in the arms, and the unhappy nasal sound burrows softly along the ear.
"I can't walk anymore."
Gu Song: …
The young servant who was just bought back today was completely poked into a pool of snow by the young master in the first mission.
…
It was already completely dark.
The thin crescent moon hangs in the dark blue night, staggeringly spreads out the moonlight that can no longer be faint, and gently gathers the twinkling stars. On the thick snow, along the small footprints that had been covered very shallowly by the snow, there were a few larger footprints, and they walked towards the home step by step.
Gu Song quickened his pace as much as possible, looked down at the sleeping young master in his arms, carefully pulled the fleece blanket on him, and wrapped his arms around his neck and shoulders tightly.
He was just a new servant, no one thought that he could really find Lu Qingshi, and he didn't have a communication device to contact the master, so he could only hurry in the snow with his head down, and hurry home as soon as possible.
The young master was lying on his chest with his eyes closed, his long and thick eyelashes were obediently lying on his eyelids, his face was red in sleep, and through the delicate pajamas and thin shirts, he completely divided a person's warmth into two parts. on the individual.
No matter how cold the wind was, it was melted by the warm body temperature. When the young master fell asleep, he had to hug him and not let go. Gu Song had to rub half of the blanket, and now he was warm from his chest and shoulders to his lower abdomen.
The snow started to lighten and the wind stopped.
The lights in the house came on in front of my eyes.
When Lu Deng woke up, he was already lying back on the big soft and comfortable bed.
The light was a bit dazzling, and Lu Deng squinted his eyes as soon as he opened his eyes. Immediately, someone brushed the curtains, the wall lamp was turned on, and the soft light fell quietly.
The clothes on his body have been changed, but they are still soft and fit. It was warm in the bedroom, and the animal-shaped humidifier was placed on the table, gurgling wet white steam from the nose.
Five or six pairs of arms scrambled over to help him, and there was a turbulent undercurrent of bumping against each other.
Lu Deng had never seen such a posture before, his eyes blinked, he instinctively supported his arm and wanted to move back, but one hand had fallen behind him against all the arguments, and he was sitting up firmly hugging him. .
Lu Deng blinked his eyes and looked up. With the help of the system, he found the other party's information, and said softly, "Big brother..."
The Lu family is not small, and because of military affairs, many orphans in the army have been adopted, and they are interspersed among the three biological sons according to their age. Lu Qingshi has twelve older brothers, and the youngest is ten years older than him. Whichever one is released can be on his own.
Although there are many brothers, the Lu family has never had any infighting, and the family style has always been upright. Brother and brother Gong is second. The twelve elder brothers put their younger brother on their palms and pamper them, and under the premise that Lu Feng has been running around all year round, they still raised a young master who is pampered to the sky.
Hearing him calling someone, the eldest brother Lu Fanghai nodded slightly, put his hand on his younger brother's forehead, and said in a soft and concerned tone, "Is it still hard to wake up?"
His voice was low and his breath was majestic. Now he was sitting beside the bed, but he spoke softly as if he was afraid to startle the younger brother on the bed.
He almost lost his most precious brother, but he was found by a slave that his father bought at random, which almost turned the whole Lu family upside down.
Except for the few people who followed Lu Feng on a business trip, the brothers at home were all around the bed in fear.
Not quite used to being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Lu Deng's heart beat a little faster, pursed his lips and nodded lightly, instinctively looking for someone behind the crowd.
"My father is still on a business trip to Canterstar and will be back in a while."
Thought he was looking for his father, Lu Fanghai supported him against the edge of the bed and leaned over to persuade him warmly: "I know the house is boring, but now is the snow season, your body needs to rest... Father bought you a servant, I will accompany you to relieve your boredom, be obedient at home, and take good care of your body, okay?"
Lu Deng still couldn't get used to the mighty battle in front of him. He instinctively nodded. He was reminded by the infinite barrage of the system.
just fine...
I can rest in peace at home, with soft baked cakes and hot sweet milk, I can sleep until I wake up naturally, I don’t need to do homework for the time being at this age, and I can still have Gu Song to accompany.
Lu Deng couldn't think of anything else he wanted more.
He lowered his head and did not speak, and fell into the eyes of seven or eight elder brothers who were like fathers and fathers, and suddenly became angry and unhappy.
Coaxing the younger brother has always been the number one priority. All kinds of little things that the younger brother liked were promptly taken out of each pocket skillfully and stuffed into Lu Deng's arms.
Soft cloth dolls, rainbow eggs that make a terrifying sound when you pinch them, chocolate frogs that bite through bouncing candy, and glittering beast models that can blow small stars on their own...
Lu Deng was overwhelmed by the toys, and the last bit of awkwardness was also melted into the Nebula Marshmallow that the eldest brother tried to hand over with a gentle expression.
"I'll take you out to play in the spring, and you can pick any star."
Believing that their elder brothers would not take care of others, and caused the younger brother to suffer great grievances, Lu Fanghai handed the cotton candy apologetically and stroked his younger brother's small shoulders: "Don't be upset."
Lu Deng almost lights up with joy.
I don't know if it's because people have become smaller, and the happy and contented place in my heart has also become smaller, and it is stuffed up and overflowing accidentally.
He has never had a brother before, and he has never been coaxed by his brother like this. The vague and gray memories of his childhood seem to light up fireflies, filling them into a brand new picture, which is enough to be sure of warmth one after another, and can't wait. blooming in the chest.
From family members, certain, unshakable, indulgent and caring without bottom line.
His face was burning uncontrollably, Lu Deng sniffed, hugged the panda doll from Ancient Earth in his arms, buried his face in the marshmallows, and blinked away a bit of water from his eyes.
…
Done.
My brother was about to cry.
Lu Fanghai's pressure doubled, and he turned around to find someone. At a glance, he caught a glimpse of Gu Song who was holding a tray and hesitantly stopped behind the crowd. His eyes lit up, and he straightened his head and nodded: "Come here."
When this young slave brought his younger brother back, his younger brother was holding him with both hands and feet, and he was strong enough for the first half of the night, so tight that he couldn't pull it off.
Ignoring the little bit of loss in my heart, firmly believing that the other party can still take on the important task of coaxing the younger brother, the elder brother Lu looked solemn and tried to pass on the silent expectation.
The juvenile slave, who didn't feel how difficult it was for the young master to deal with from the beginning to the end, looked up blankly: "...?"
Lu Fanghai: "..."
With a cavity of expectation and feeding the Pippi Beast, Lu Fanghai took a deep breath and said forcefully: "Coax the young master well, remember to let the young master drink the medicine."
When Lu Qingshi was angry, no one was allowed. The more they surrounded him, the more angry his younger brother became. Several times, he had heart problems and had to lie in the repair cabin for several months. Since then, they have paid extra attention to their younger brother's emotional state.
I have been raising my body at home for a few months, and I was finally able to go out, but I encountered a long snow season. It is reasonable to be unhappy.
Anyway, it's not the brother's willfulness.
Lu Fanghai looked worriedly at the younger brother who was still mumbling, sternly used his eyes to force the brothers out by the bed one by one, and emphasized to him again: "Let the young master be happy."
This Gu Song understood, and quickly nodded in cooperation.
Lu Fanghai's expression softened slightly, and he covered his brother's quilt for his younger brother. Finally, he got up and left, closing the bedroom door gently.
The crowded and lively bedroom just now became deserted.
Looking at the young master quietly buried in the pile of toys, Gu Song stood there for a while, put the tray on the table, walked over and made light movements to clean up the bed: "Master?"
Lu Deng had just stabilized his fast heartbeat, and raised his head from the nebula-shaped marshmallow. The dampness overflowing from the end of his eyes soaked up a little bit of candy, and the end of his round black eyes was stained with a small piece of mixed fine particles. The light blue of starlight.
Gu Song chuckled softly and raised his hand to support his shoulder: "Master, don't move."
The young servant who was hugged by his hands and feet for half the night was much more courageous, and instinctively became closer to the fragrant and soft young master, supporting him with one hand and gently wiping the sugar on the end of his eyes for him with the other.
"Well-"
The sugar was sticking firmly, and the slight pain came unexpectedly. Lu Deng instinctively shrank his body and was wrapped by his arms behind his back. He raised his eyes and met the soft smile in Gu Songtong's eyes: "Master, close your eyes."
Kissing now...
The heart was still warmed by the warm current, Lu Deng pursed the corners of his lips lightly, closed his eyes in a daze, and a bit of coolness suddenly touched him softly.
The water-soaked handkerchief gently wiped the end of the eye, carefully wiping off the last bit of sugar.
Without too much arrogance, the warm breath was gone in an instant, and Gu Song's smiling voice sounded softly in his ears: "Okay."
The heart that hangs high falls gently, unexpectedly give birth to a little loss.
Lu Deng took a light breath, opened his eyes, and finally got out of the dizzy state of being pampered, and regained the main mission line.
Gu Song folded the handkerchief again, put it in his breast pocket, put a pillow behind him, and brought the medicine that was not hot: "Master, drink the medicine."
Although it has reached the interstellar age, the existing medical methods are not suitable for Lu Qingshi's body. Instead, the ancient remedies that the Lu family dug up from the ancient earth heritage have some effects. As long as Lu Qingshi can remember, he has been soaked in these bitter concoctions.
Lu Deng raised his hand to pick it up, and was reminded by the barrage of the system madly.
Gu Song was unprepared for him, and he didn't use much force on his hand. When he pushed his arm, the concoction spilled out along the edge of the bowl.
Although he knew that it wasn't too hot, but seeing the concoction about to be spilled on the young master, Gu Song's heart was still suspended, he hurriedly raised his hand to protect him in his arms, and put the bowl away with his right hand: "Be careful—"
The soft body with the fragrance of milk was gently carried into his arms, but the medicine was sprinkled on Gu Song's arm.
It wasn't hot, but the shirt was soaked with the brown concoction.
Gu Song heaved a sigh of relief, put the medicine bowl aside, and was about to lower his head to coax the young master who was unwilling to drink the medicine, but found that Lu Qingshi's eyes were still fixed on his cuff, his body was slightly tense, his heartbeat was faintly accelerated between his arms, and he even breathed. All dismissed.
Unable to figure out what the young master was afraid of, Gu Song showed some doubts in his eyes, hugged him back to the bed carefully, and called him softly in a soft voice: "Master?"