"Oh... Aren't you going to buy clothes??" the little zombie asked, looking at Zong Yu with wide innocent eyes.
"I left in such a hurry... I didn't bring out my keys or wallet..." Zong Yu looked at him helplessly and sighed deeply.
"Then let's knock on the door and ask Mom to help with it!!" The little zombie said as he raised his hand and knocked on the door of Zong Yu's house.
"Don't! Don't!!" Zong Yu, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly stopped his hand that was about to knock on the door, smiled at him and said: "Your mother and your father are busy, let's not disturb them..."
"But..." The little zombie hesitated, turned his head and glanced at the garden not far from them behind him...
It's winter right now, and there are no flowers in the garden. The bare branches are shivering in the cold wind. Although the sky is already bright, no matter from which angle you look at it, today is a cloudy day. The dark clouds overhead were gloomy, and not a single ray of warm sunlight came through.
The little zombie clutched the collar of his loose pajamas and trembled: "Are we...really going to sit in the garden in this weather??"
if not…
Zong Yu couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the sky. If he had known that this would be the case, he might as well have just sat in the living room with Xiaoxuan and watched TV while listening to their humming. It would have been better than this cold weather. Look at the bare garden...
But having said that, in fact, he and the little zombie are not afraid of the cold, but...
The two of them were sitting in the garden in their pajamas, looked at each other, and couldn't help but sigh at the same time.
Why…
Looking like this, it looks like he has been kicked out of his home...
The little zombie didn't care. He had been in the cave for hundreds of years. When he was bored, he just sat at the entrance of the cave and watched the night outside. This was the first time for him to come out in broad daylight in so many years. He didn't really care about everything around him. Still quite curious.
But Zong Yu is in trouble. There is no TV, no computer, no mobile phone, not even breakfast...
He sat on the bench in the garden with resentful eyes, holding his chin with his hands, looking pitifully at the window of his home. Those two guys... should be alive now...
Hey... what kind of evil did he do...
Not only do you have to give up your guest room for them to live in, but you also have to help them take care of their children...
What's more, this child... is not their biological child at all...
Speaking of which…
"Xiao Xuan, how old are you this year??" Zong Yu was also bored and simply lowered his head to chat with the little zombie.
"I am nine years old this year!" Xiaoxuan blinked his big dark brown eyes, looked at Zong Yu, and replied in a clear voice.
"You look like you are nine years old, but you should have lived more than ninety years, right?" Zong Yu reached out and touched his bare head, and took another look at the hair hanging on his forehead, blowing in the wind. Taoist talisman, and continued to ask: "In what year were you born??"
"I was born in the 16th year of Kangxi's reign, on the seventh day of September." Xiaoxuan answered honestly.
"The 16th year of Kangxi?" Zong Yu was stunned for a moment, then reached out and fumbled around in his pajamas pocket and said, "Wait a minute, I'll search on Baidu to find out which year it was... Damn... I forgot that I didn't bring my phone with me. …”
(End of chapter)