… spilled.
The shirt was freshly washed and ironed, and it was extraordinarily clean and tidy, and the medicine stain was particularly dazzling.
I don't know if it's still hot.
He never really had any trouble, Lu Deng suddenly became nervous and didn't know how to let go. His heart beat faster, and he secretly knocked on the system in his mind: "Can I wipe it for him?"
The host's heartbeat has already exceeded the limit, and the system can't bear it, and turns the buffer circle to forcibly widen the standard: "...The host can be a little more aggressive!"
The character design was originally a relatively ethereal thing, as long as it wasn't too out of the ordinary, there would always be a way to make the plot come back. The character was stolen in order to please the host, but if it made the host feel embarrassed, it would not be worth the loss no matter what.
With the back door of the system, Lu Deng finally relaxed a little, took a light breath and calmed down, grabbed the arm of the young servant who was supporting him.
The young boy's strength was not great, but Gu Song still cooperated with his strength and let go of his hand, letting the white and tender hand pull out the handkerchief from his breast pocket, and swiped at the medicine stain with a stern face. .
Gu Song was slightly surprised, and immediately came back to his senses, and couldn't help but be dumb: "Master, I'm fine..."
"do not move."
The young master's face was tense, and his tone was impatient. His eyes were clearly uneasily checking back and forth on his arm that had been splashed with the concoction, and the tail tone was also overly nervous, and unconsciously brought a slight trembling into his milky voice.
Gu Song was so cute that he shivered and didn't move.
After being delayed by my brother all over the ground for so long, the medicine was no longer hot, and it was not even red when splashed on the arm. The sleeves that were stained with medicine were already wrinkled and wrinkled, but they couldn't help but couldn't be wiped clean. Instead, the stains tended to continue to expand.
Seeing the sweat on the young master's forehead, Gu Song finally couldn't help showing a smile. He raised his hand and gently wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He gently wrapped his empty arm and tried to rub his head: "Master, it's just that I accidentally stained my clothes. I have three sets to change. I'll change them later."
His tone was gentle and gentle, while speaking, he dared to touch the tip of the young master's ear.
Then he watched as the red crimson spread along his fingertips, along the little young master's ears, quickly dyed the white and pure cheeks, and got into the collar all the way down the neck, the whole person turned red in the blink of an eye one slice.
…
Master is mature.
The young servant, who was born in a rich aquatic area, couldn't control his thoughts for a moment, and then Fuzhi woke up, coughed lightly to hide his deeper smile, retracted his arms and stood up, handing the medicine bowl to the two who were almost faintly powdered. Xiaoshou: "I'm going to change clothes, can the young master drink the medicine by himself?"
The bright red young master nodded in confusion, buried his face in the medicine bowl, and spit out bubbles.
Gu Song took a deep breath.
Gu Song stood up straight and walked out of the bedroom hand in hand, suddenly feeling that the job seemed a little less easy.
The young master is actually far more sensible than expected.
The clothes were already prepared. Gu Song put on a new shirt, put the changed shirt into the automatic cleaning machine, and hurried back to the bedroom. Lu Qingshi was holding the medicine bowl and drinking medicine.
It looks unmistakable, and the delicate little face still glowing with pale pink is wrinkled with bitterness, but it is still pouring down one mouthful at a time. .
Fortunately, I was still prepared.
Gu Song couldn't help revealing a little smile, put his hands behind him, took the bowl that the young master was holding in his hands, showed his hidden hands, and put a plum candy into his mouth with a smile.
The entrance was slightly sour, and the full sweetness burst on the tip of the tongue, diluting the bitterness of the concoction in a blink of an eye.
He clearly got into trouble, but not only was he not reprimanded and punished, but he also had candy after drinking the medicine.
His heart seemed to be wrapped in sweet and sour plum candy, Lu Deng was so petted that he became dizzy, and he couldn't help but grow up courage, and opened his arms to him unreasonably: "Hold."
Gu Song smiled, put the bowl aside, sat on the bed sideways, and took him into his arms.
The warm body was surrounded by the whole body, warm and soft, and the clean collar was dyed with a faint bitter medicinal fragrance.
The young master didn't make a fuss at all, he automatically found the most comfortable position, buried his cheeks in his arms, held the toy he just received, and touched this and that with great interest, with careful strength with his fingertips. .
Gu Song couldn't help caressing the thin back in his arms. Lu Qingshi seemed to like his actions very much, his face was still taut and indifferent, but Hei Che's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took the initiative to push his hair against his neck. rub past.
Gu Song couldn't help but smile, and slowly tried to draw his fingertips into the ends of his hair. With a soft palm, it ran down the thin and white neck, sliding down his back and falling on his waist.
The young master became more and more relaxed and comfortable, holding the toy in his arms, quietly playing non-stop.
He was used as a pillow for half the night last night. The entire Lu family was in a mess because of worry about Lu Qingshi's body. Gu Song naturally took the brunt of it and couldn't close his eyes. Now being filled by the soft little young master, his chest is warmed, and the long interstellar wandering and fleeing have completely settled down in the temperature of his arms, and sleepiness is quietly surging.
Half asleep, Gu Song noticed that his cuffs were rolled up.
Not knowing what Lu Qingshi wanted to do, Gu Song broke free from the relaxed comfort and drowsiness, and narrowed his eyes to peek.
His young master was also looking at him quietly. Seeing that he had no response, he carefully touched the small piece of skin that had been splashed with the medicine with the back of his hand. After confirming that it was no different from other places, he still felt uneasy. , and put her cheeks on it again.
…
The juvenile slave who was bought at random, quietly exploded on the second day of work.
When Lu Qingshi's health was a little better and the weather started to get warmer, the seven or eight brothers who were like fathers and fathers finally began to take turns to accompany him out to breathe.
As Lu Qingshi's personal servant, he ran around the entire Lu family with the young master's medical report and application report, obtained the autographs of each of Lu Qingshi's brothers, and worked hard to get the rest through the remote connection. After the four or five brothers who followed the owner of the house replied as soon as possible, Gu Song finally understood why Lu Qingshi had to open the window and run out.
The twelve brothers not only had to schedule shifts, but also held a small meeting that allowed remote communication. Each of them explained in the form of papers and PPTs the ingenious way to accompany the younger brother and the benefits to the younger brother's body and mind, suitable for children to wear. He also ordered thirteen sets of high-priced cold-proof clothing.
The eldest brother Lu Fanghai ordered two sets, overwhelmed the eleven younger brothers on the grounds that it was easy to change them when wet, and obtained the guardianship of the younger brother to play in the snow for the first time.
The big family is horrible.
Gu Song, who was forced to listen to the small meeting, had lingering fears. Under the pressure of a dozen people with virtual images, he hid the young master who was so sleepy early in his arms in his arms.
For more than a month, he has been coaxed to sleep like this every day. The pampered and arrogant young master Lu opened his eyes in a daze, skillfully took off the bow tie around his neck, and untied the three buttons down, revealing a small piece of it. Not so thin and thin chest. After touching a couple of hands, I didn't feel too uncomfortable, so I buried it comfortably between his neck.
Gu Song: …
The young master's process was not over yet, Gu Song regarded death as if he were at home, indulged the soft little hand to hold his little finger, and hid the folded hands under the hem of his clothes.
Then, in the chill that suddenly became fierce in the twelve eyes, he shivered tenaciously.
During the first month of work, the young slave felt as if his life was in danger.
…
Compared with other brothers, Lu Fanghai is much more rational as the eldest son, and it is relatively easier to communicate.
Asking Gu Song to wrap the younger brother tightly, Lu Fanghai personally carried Lu Qingshi into the snow that had been specially sifted through, and squatted down to put on his gloves for him: "Big brother accompany you to build a snowman."
There are actually many ways to play in the snow, but most of them are too intense, and Lu Qingshi's body can't bear it. Six of the proposals were all about building snowmen. He was the first to build a snowman with his younger brother. The younger younger brother must be bored.
In his heart, he complacently sympathized with the following brothers, Lu Fanghai still looked calm, and carefully fastened the connection between the glove and the sleeve: "Okay, let's go snowballing."
What the younger brother wants is to have fun in the snow, not to be immobilized by the hands of the older brothers. Lu Fanghai is well versed in the way of being a brother. Although he grabbed the first place to accompany him, he did not intend to interfere too much with his younger brother's play.
He has been spoiled by his brothers for a month, and being cared for so carefully by his brother, Lu Deng still couldn't help but his face was slightly hot, his red face shrank into the scarf, and he pointed his gloves to gently hook the wide one. palm: "Thank you bro..."
The system launched the shield in time to block the turbulent flow of data caused by the change of personal settings.
Although Lu Qingshi is arrogant, he is still obedient in front of his family, but his attitude is a little better, and it is not considered that the collapse is particularly bad!
The system of protecting the master with one heart has obviously left the task of maintaining the plot and the protagonist behind...
Lu Fanghai was calmly kicked by his younger brother. He casually raised his knee that poked into the snow, and patted it twice. The smile on his face became warmer: "No thanks, eldest brother is happy."
The snow was so thick that he didn't feel any pain when he knelt down like this. Even if his brother fell, it probably wouldn't be a problem.
Hearing that it was his younger brother's personal servant who personally led people to clean up, Lu Fanghai raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on the young slave who had been guarding not far away, and his expression softened a little.
…
Then he watched the younger brother's brows twitching, turning his head and threw himself into Gu Song's arms.
He also pointed to and fro lively, and while talking, he squeezed a small snow ball into his palm and showed it to him excitedly.
…
Lu Fanghai decided to intervene hand in hand.
With the help of Gu Song's help, Lu Deng rolled out two small snowballs, and a huge snowman was already beside him.
The top and bottom are standard spheres, and the loose snowflakes are shot solidly. The diameter of the top is one-third smaller than that of the bottom. The standard can be measured with a vernier caliper without error.
There was no snow in the place where Gu Song came, and the snowballs piled up and scattered. Under the shock and admiration of his younger brother, Lu Fanghai successfully pulled back a round.
"The molds are piled up like this. What decoration you want to do is up to you."
After wiping his hands that were red with ice, Lu Fanghai was afraid of his brother's cold, so he just squatted down beside him and instructed patiently and warmly, "Don't worry, let Gu Song do it if you need anything."
As long as the younger brother is happy, there is nothing wrong with using spar to make eyes for the snowman.
Just as he was thinking about what else he could do to make his brother happy, the gentle cloth of the gloves suddenly and quietly covered him.
Lu Fanghai was stunned, looking at his younger brother who was seriously warming his hands, his majestic face was rarely shaken, and he gently shook the two little hands: "Big brother is not cold, big brother wants to see you smile."
With a body like this, you have to take medicine three times a day since you are sensible, you can't be too excited, you can't be too tired, you can't go out to play, and playmates of your age are rare. For children who are just beginning to understand, It's really hard.
So he also understood why his brother was always upset.
But he still wanted to see his brother smile.
As long as you talk a few times and accompany your brother to play when your body allows, it will definitely be effective. Lu Fanghai has never lacked firmness and determination to implement the plan. Wen Sheng opened his mouth and was about to get up, but his movements suddenly stopped.
In his eyes, the thin and soft younger brother gradually opened his brows and eyes, and his dark pupils smiled a little, smiling sweetly at him.
The snow was still falling, softly falling silently.
Lu Fanghai took a light breath, knelt on his knees in the snow, straightened his body, raised his hand and took his younger brother into his arms.
…
The character design has collapsed so badly that it is impossible to find the north, and the system is drowning in circles in the frenzied flow of data. It is asking for help, but suddenly there is the sound of experience points arriving in the account.
There is no problem that cannot be solved by experience points, if there are, it means that there are not enough experience points.
50 million experience points were smashed down, forming a solid protective shield in a blink of an eye, pulling the system out of the data, and the turbulent data due to changes in the personnel settings also returned to calm in a blink of an eye.
Lu Deng obediently fell into his brother's arms and secretly knocked on the system in his mind: "Is fifty million enough? I still have..."
"Enough! Enough to be an adult host!"
Another fifty million could even buy the world!
For the first time, I enjoyed the feeling of being stunned by experience points. Although I had to deliver it up and down, it was an experience that was enough to show off in the system circle. The system was also dizzy with happiness, waving the data excitedly: "The host may collapse! Leave the rest to me!"
With the guarantee of the system, Lu Deng was completely relieved, raised his arms to hug the elder brother in front of him, leaned back relaxedly, and said softly, "Thank you brother..."
As if it had finally broken through some barrier, the light in the soft black eyes lit up in small pieces, and the small body suddenly became excited, and repeated aloud: "Thank you brother!"
…
No thanks no thanks no thanks no thanks no thanks.
This time, Lu Fanghai couldn't say anything. Following the young master's personal servant, the elder brother also quietly exploded into a firework.
After buying the insurance set by Bengren, Young Master Lu successfully grew up to fifteen years old.
Ten years passed by in a flash. Apart from Gu Song who was always there to protect him, the twelve older brothers took turns to go into battle, and Lu Feng often took time out of his busy schedule to come back to care about the growth of his youngest son. The family was holding it in the palm of his hand with care, and Lu Deng was very obedient and cooperative. He had been in a safe place for ten years without any serious accident.
I firmly believe that my youngest son will live for a long time. Although Lu Deng's body is much weaker than his peers, Lu Feng still arranged a lot of lessons for him. From technology, economics, literature and art, as long as he finds out what Lu Qingshi is interested in, he will invite the best teachers for him, and under the condition of ensuring that he is not overworked, he will come to the Marquis' mansion to teach one-on-one.
Although he never liked homework very much, the course was interesting enough that Lu Deng accepted the new rhythm of life without much resistance.
"Master, do you want to rest for a while?"
When the piano teacher left, Gu Song brought in the snacks and fruits in time. Seeing that the boy on the piano bench still stretched out his arms towards him, he couldn't help but smile, put the tray aside, and leaned over quickly to hug him. .
Probably because he was often carried around when he was a child, Lu Qingshi was sometimes too tired to move, so he would naturally stretch out his arms to him, and the two of them had already cultivated a silent tacit understanding.
Also ten years older, Gu Song has stepped into the category of youth, his height has grown a lot, and his chest has already become broad and strong. Gu Jian's muscles were obediently hidden under the shirt and dress, and with a little effort, he could faintly reveal some outlines, and he didn't need too much effort to pick up the still thin young master.
The body on the piano bench leaned up, the cold sweat stuck on the neck, and the arms were wrapped around the back, revealing a little dampness.
Gu Song still smiled, picked up the young master steadily, and let him rest on his body to relax completely, but the light in his eyes was a little dim.
Piano lessons are always more physically exhausting than others. His young master is often not willful. He is so tired that he can't say a word or move a finger.
"Actually, you don't have to work so hard all the time, young master..."
Gu Song spoke softly, carefully placed him on the sofa equipped with the magnetic therapy device, touched his forehead that was sweating coldly, and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe his sweat. He had to try to persuade him a few more words, but a cold hand covered his mouth.
When his palm touched his lips, Gu Song's heart skipped a beat, he immediately dismissed the thoughts in his heart, and stopped the conversation obediently.
Lu Qingshi closed his eyes tightly, his thick eyelashes twitched twice, opened with difficulty, and closed again immediately.
He has been careful over the years. Fortunately, his body has not had any major problems, but he has been suffering from minor illnesses. Recently, he has had a problem of dizziness.
It will happen from time to time, and it will be fine after a long time, but the whole person will turn around when the attack occurs. A little sound beside him, and it fell into his ears so noisy that it was rampant and evoked a deeper level of dizziness.
It wasn't a big deal, he didn't tell his father and brother, the only one who knew was Gu Song.
Aware of the young master's strangeness, Gu Song's heart tightened, and he quickly and carefully stabilized his body, held a clenched white hand, and slowly massaged it until the thin fingers gradually relaxed and fit comfortingly against him. palm.
His young master leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he was very relaxed. Even if Lu Fanghai came to see it in person, he would probably only think that the younger brother was just in a bad mood and didn't want to take care of others, and wanted to rest in peace alone.
But he knew it wasn't.
The fingers in the palm shuddered slightly, the delicate and delicate eyebrows were knitted into an untraceable arc, the corners of the lips were slightly tensed, and the thin and thin body was stretched into a tight bow under the clothes.
Outsiders say that the young master of the Lu family is so arrogant that he is moody. None of these are.
It would be great if—it could be painful for the other party.
Bitter thoughts were surging in his chest. Seeing that the silent trembling of the young master had spread to his thin chest and shoulders, Gu Song finally couldn't bear it any longer and leaned over to embrace him in his arms.
I don't know how long the urge has been accumulated, the pursed lips trembling slightly, frightened but desperate, softly landed on Wen Xiu's eyebrows, who couldn't help frowning because of the discomfort.
The warm kiss fell, and it landed on the brows that were particularly pale with cold sweat, like some kind of mysterious magic, and the dizziness in my mind was strangely calmed at that moment.
Lu Deng opened his eyes and met the handsome face that was instantly pale because of impulsiveness.
"Master! I—"
Gu Song's heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he hurriedly wanted to retreat, but Lu Deng grabbed his sleeve and pulled it back again.
The arrogant act just now revealed the thoughts in his heart. Gu Song gritted his teeth and lowered his head, but he still did not violate his strength, and was easily pulled back by the hand with little strength.
Even if it's punishment, it doesn't matter... He really thought about this day for too long.
Perhaps it was when he first discovered that Lu Qingshi deliberately lost his temper and threw him away in order to avoid his father's anger.
Perhaps it was when he was accompanying his young master on the interstellar ship, watching the meteor streak overhead, and being held tightly by his hand to urge him to make a wish.
Or maybe a little earlier, the first time he accompanied his young master to build a snowman, but nothing was made. The snow ball he finally squeezed had just spread, and the young master secretly took off his gloves and used it to turn reddish from the cold. hands when pinching carefully.
Or from the moment in the snow that day, when his young master grabbed his collar, blocking the cold snow, his face was unhappy, but he secretly unfolded the blanket and put it on his frozen chest and shoulders. , it has already started...
Gu Song's chest heaved violently, and he buried his head forcefully, not daring to look up at those eyes that were filled with emotions that he was unfamiliar with and unable to bear.
"… "
The body that just fell ill really has no strength, and Lu Deng can pull him back to the limit. He moved his fingers without success, so he had to resort to the method that he had tried all these years.
The young master, who was only a few centimeters in front of him, didn't move for a while, so Gu Song could hardly help worrying that he would faint from the discomfort.
Worry overwhelmed the apprehension, Gu Song held his breath and raised his head carefully, but met his young master with a dedicated and serious face: "Kiss again."