"Where does your family live? Who else lives in your family? Why do you live in the temple?" The young man poured himself a cup of tea and found that the water was cold, so he just took a sip and put it down.
Youshu quickly cleaned herself up, opened the box and rummaged for a while, and her tender white ass was facing the boy. The boy wanted to laugh again, stepped forward, pulled out a thick cotton jacket from the box, and wrapped it around him.
"Thank you. Sit down. I can take care of myself, and it's no problem to take care of you." You Shu patted her small breasts, then wiped her body and hair with a towel, before putting on her underwear and padded jacket.
When he was dry, Shu let out a long breath, dragged a small box from the bottom of the bed, and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll treat you to something to eat?" He was frightened just now, and he urgently needed something to suppress the fright.
"I just had dinner half an hour ago." The boy waved his hand and pushed back.
Yushu was secretly delighted, her eyes rolled, and the young man laughed secretly because his mouth was not in his heart. Like all the people of the last days, You Shu not only has the habit of hoarding food, but is also extremely stingy about sharing. Anyone who wants to take food from his mouth is tantamount to killing him. The question just now was just polite.
Seeing Xiaodou Ding digging and digging in the front of his clothes, he finally took out a key and hung it firmly around his neck with a red rope. The teenager thought that there was some treasure hidden in the box, but when he opened it, it was all wrapped in oil paper. Good dry food, steamed buns, pancakes, etc., immediately shook his head and smiled.
"Watch out for spoiled." He kindly reminded.
"It's cold now, so it won't go sour." You Shu took out an oiled paper bag, locked the box, pushed it under the bed, and hid the key in her close-fitting clothes.
"I'm going to make a pot of charcoal fire, you wait." As if worried that the young man would steal it, he stuffed the oil-paper bag into his arms, carried a small charcoal pot, and ran to the front yard to ask the monk for the fire.
The young man stood at the door and watched from a distance, and saw Xiaodouding secretly handing the monk a few copper plates, asking for high-quality charcoal and a few sparks, and then running back all the way, turning the small charcoal pot as he ran, so that the sparks were in the place. It ignited quickly with the cold wind blowing. When Xiaodouding ran to the front, the charcoal fire was already burning vigorously, and a burst of heat rushed towards his face, making the boy's cold eyebrows melt a little.
"Go back and sit on the fire, it's cold outside." You Shu pushed the boy and closed the door. He took out the oiled paper bag in his arms, opened it, and found two cold and hard steamed buns inside.
"There are hot steamed buns in the kitchen, you should have a few more when you go now." The boy pointed to the direction of the kitchen.
"I want to eat baked steamed buns." You Shu put the iron tongs on the charcoal pot and put the steamed buns on it, turning them over from time to time.
A quarter of an hour later, a strong aroma of coke wafted into the air, making people move their index fingers. You Shu frequently swallowed, ignoring that the steamed bun was hot, she immediately picked it up and broke it in half, biting it in big mouthfuls. Because she ate it too fast, she made a whimpering sound in her throat.
The boy raised one eyebrow and stared at Xiaodouding with interest. He has to admit that the other party is very good at taking care of himself. He can manage his life in order at the age of five, and he knows how to make himself better. Only one thing, he seems to have an unusual obsession with food.
Seeing Xiaodouding eating sweetly and feeling depressed, the teenager felt a little hungry. He turned over another steamed bun on the iron tongs and asked, "Can I eat some?"
You Shu's eating movements paused slightly, and there were signs of struggle in his eyes. If you please the youth, you can save your life, but food is equal to your life, and the weight of the two is the same. How should you choose? Now is not the end of the world. After these things are eaten, Mother Song will send some over. Thinking of this, You Shu nodded with difficulty.
How could the young man not see his reluctance, seeing his mouth eating, but staring straight at himself, or more precisely staring at the steamed buns in his hand, and a secret smile in his heart. How can this little bean curd be so protective? And he doesn't know how to hide his emotions. Funny, really? It's better to stay by your side, at least you can have fun.
Taking a bite of the fragrant steamed bun, the boy's cold face was completely relieved. He hadn't had a good meal for a long time, and as long as he thought about never going back to Beijing, he felt suffocated and stuck in his throat. But now, looking at the young child who regards the steamed buns in his hands as the supreme delicacy, he actually feels that life is not so bad now.
"Take it." He took out five taels of silver from his purse.
You Shu picked it up and asked stupidly, "What do you do?"
"Your selling money."
"I don't sign a death deed." You Shu put the money on the table with a slightly nervous tone, "I will sign a living deed every five years, is that okay?"
"Yes." The boy didn't care about this. A five-year-old child, how smart can it be? Could it be that it was a meticulous work sent by his own enemies? The odds are slim.
Although I thought so in my heart, the investigation that should be done cannot be less. The teenager signed a living contract with Youshu, and when he returned to his courtyard, the two guards had already checked Youshu's background.
"Wang Xianggan's direct son?" The young man pondered, then shook his head and sighed. He is also the son of the first son, and he is also rejected by his father. He didn't expect that the young child and himself would have the same disease and pity each other. Wang Xiangqian is the minister of military affairs, the backbone of the Taiyi line, and the fact that he favored his concubine and destroyed his wife, causing his son-in-law to live abroad, can be used a little.
"Go pick him up." The young man waved at the guard, and as soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of stepping on the snow outside the door.
The guard pushed the door open, but saw a three-foot-tall toddler holding a huge package, walking slowly, step by step. The package is huge, and he is too short. From a distance, it looks like the package has long legs and can walk on his own.
"Pfft..." The two guards couldn't help but laughed.
The young man pressed his fist to his lips, so as not to be disrespectful to others. This little bean Ding is obviously very withdrawn, and he doesn't know how to please people, but his every move is full of joy, which can always make people happy inadvertently.
"Why don't you find someone to help you?" Signaling the guard to pick up the package, the boy stepped forward and pulled Xiaodouding into the room.
The structures of the wing rooms of Kaiyuan Temple are similar, only the size and layout are slightly different. The youth's wing is already the best, but to a royal family, it can only be called "simple". The furnishings in the room are very simple, with a table and four chairs, a bed, a cabinet and a brazier, and there is no furniture next to it.
Youshu glanced at it briefly, and already understood that although the young man was a royal family, he was in a difficult situation right now, and he was probably only a little better than himself. He shook off the snow beads on his shoes, imitated the movements of the two guards, and bowed to the boy and bowed his hands.
"Pfft..." The two guards laughed again. Xiaodouding is only three feet tall, but he thinks that he is mighty and majestic enough to catch up with a big man of eight feet. The solemn expression, the cautious and proud tone, and the sticky little milk voice, the contrast can make people cry all laughed.
The teenager found that whenever he met a young child, he would habitually press his fist to his lips. He doubts that his ability to be indifferent to emotions and anger will eventually be abolished by young children. Walking slowly to the desk, staring down at the copybook, the feeling of indifference dissipated a little. He ordered, "Can you sharpen ink? Help me sharpen my ink." The entourage of the long-dead escaped, and only two guards survived. Of course, this is only on the surface.
"Yes." You Shu was quite confident. He was not timid, nor restrained. He walked to the desk with his small chest up, only to realize that although he was full of skills, he was not tall enough. He stretched his neck to look and looked, stood on tiptoe and circled, and his ears were blushing little by little, he just felt that his embarrassment phobia was about to commit.
The young man's dedicated Lin Post seemed to be unaware, but the coldness in his eyes had long been replaced by a deep smile, and his left fist was habitually placed on his lips. The two guards kept shaking their shoulders and burst into short laughter. Where did this cub come from, it was too funny.
Yushu kept his composure, but his ears were already flushed. He moved a chair, put it by the desk, and climbed up with both hands and feet, and finally saw the inkstone platform. He cleared his throat, and then he talked eloquently, "The ink should be light and heavy, the speed should be moderate, the posture must be correct, the ink should be kept vertical and straight, and the ink should be circled vertically on the inkstone, not oblique grinding or straight pushing, and more Don't grind it randomly. Liu Gongquan has a so-called 'correct pen', and the same is true when grinding ink. If the ink is not straight and skewed, it will be unsightly and the ink will not be uniform..."
You Shu felt that it was necessary for the teenagers to see their erudition and competence, otherwise it would be difficult to wash away the stupid impression from before. This person is not an ordinary person, but his life-saving charm, which must be firmly grasped, preferably to the extent of being inseparable. The person who can be inseparable from the master is definitely the confidant of the confidant, and this is his goal.
Feeling that the ink is enough, Shu wiped the ink stick clean, put it aside to dry, and then looked at the young man with a small chest, his eyes were sparkling, and he was very energetic, but his face was expressionless and seemed very serious.
The young man glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, then glanced again, and twitched again, and then he put his left fist on his lips, and said in a muffled voice, "It's well polished." more fun.
Youshu breathed a sigh of relief, still standing on the stool, with his hands behind his back, his face solemn, as if waiting for an order at any time. In fact, he was used to doing this kind of work in his previous life. In order to stay in the research institute, he started working as a handyman at the age of ten. Most of those scientists are not working hard, and they are not divided into grains. Except for going to the toilet, eating, and sleeping, they have to be helped by others.
Although the young man was from a noble background, his temper was very gentle and his requirements were not harsh. On the contrary, the job was easier than Youshu imagined.