little lover

Han Qiaoye took out his wallet and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "I'm out with my brother, here, take it to buy candy, buy it back and sit here to eat. I am worried if I don't see you for a while. I promised your parents and seniors that I will take good care of you, right?"

Zhuo Yifan generously took the wallet and took a few hundred-yuan bills from it, smiled at him and said, "I'm already old enough to take care of myself."

Han Qiaoye showed him the hanging arm, bent his eyes and said, "No matter how old you are, there are always mistakes, right?"

Zhuo Yifan waited on him for a while, and he didn't feel so guilty anymore. Seeing that the injured arm was covered with visual immunity, he turned to the girl and said, "Yes, Brother Han was injured a while ago, and he couldn't even eat well. I have to be fed, please take care of me..."

Han Qiaoye grabbed his arm and didn't let go: "That's so troublesome, I'm usually taken care of by you."

Zhuo Yifan blinked: "It's bright enough here, so I won't leave it glowing, right? Brother Han, take your time and leave me alone."

Han Qiaoye almost gritted his teeth and took the wallet back.

It's like losing my wife and losing my army.

After half an hour, Han Qiaoye searched all the way, and finally found Zhuo Yifan in the seventh dessert shop. This poor kid has let himself go, and he can be seen all the way. After all, the white hair should not be too eye-catching, he I left some traces in every store, and ate a round of melon belly all the way.

Han Qiaoye sat there and asked him, "Are you still eating?"

Zhuo Yifan held up the coffee in his hand to show him, and said with a smile, "Liuyouer, this store is very popular online, would you like a cup?"

Han Qiaoye glanced at the cream floating on it and felt that it was too sweet and greasy. He had no interest in this kind of food for children, so he sneered and said, "I can drink this too? I still have some coffee beans brought back from Burundi. Come back and give it a try."

Zhuo Yifan said: "If you don't drink it, just like you help out in the kitchen, I don't believe in your skills."

It was the first time for Han Qiaoye to be questioned about his technology, and he opened his mouth to refute, but thinking about it, it seemed that in order to torment the child before, he had deliberately ordered him to take the wrong things. break down.

He struggled for a while, but remained silent.

Zhuo Yifan drank his own cup with gusto, with a ring of whipped cream hanging on his mouth. Han Qiaoye looked at it in an eyesore, and reached out to wipe it off for him, which made the child dodge back abruptly, and even brought the chair to groan. There was a loud noise, and the little white-haired man on the opposite side had vigilant eyes: "What are you doing?"

Many people in the store also looked up.

Han Qiaoye looked at him and said impatiently, "Look at my arm, what can I do if it's hurt like this!"

Zhuo Yifan relaxed his body, sat up straight and glanced at the injured person in front of him, and said, "It's nothing serious, I think you can open red wine with one hand by yourself, and it's not a hindrance to eating, and you didn't let anyone feed you."

Han Qiaoye laughed and asked him, "You didn't leave just now, were you peeping at me?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "There are floor-to-ceiling windows over there. I took a look at it when I was buying cakes opposite."

Han Qiaoye felt much more at ease.

But the kid on the opposite side was born to restrain him, and within a few seconds, Shu Tan started to stimulate him again: "Brother Han, you can't do this, you see one of you was talking on the phone, and then you went out to eat with other girls, how many hooked up did you have?" ?”

Han Qiaoye said: "This is an adult's social life, and you will have to go through it when you grow up."

"I'm not, I'm different from you." Zhuo Yifan pointed to his chest and said proudly, "My master is the only one in my heart."

Just this one also made Xiao Han so sore that he couldn't help grinding his teeth there.

Zhuo Yifan waved to him there and said, "And your coffee beans, you can drink it from the young lady just now, I'll drink this very well."

Han Qiaoye said, "Why are you looking for her? I've only seen her twice in total, and I won't see her again in the future."

Zhuo Yifan said: "Ah, let's find the one on the phone to drink!"

Han Qiaoye was annoyed seeing him eating slowly there, and urged him, "Why are there so many nonsense, have you finished eating, and leave quickly after eating."

Zhuo Yifan had been thinking about buying some things before, and Han Qiaoye took advantage of him this time, so he naturally wanted something in return, so he led him to buy most of the pile of things.

The things Zhuo Yifan bought were weird and looked like hand-made items, but he also bought some wood and artificial moss. Han Qiaoye heard what he meant, as if he wanted to make something by himself. Some hardware pieces were not easy to buy, so he ran He couldn't find any of them, so Han Qiaoye took him to a remote side street and made a custom-made set with the boss.

The money is not much, but the place is really hard to find, and the alleys are narrow. If you miss the car a little bit, you will lose several times the rags you bought.

But Han Qiaoye went anyway, he didn't complain about these things, but when he heard Zhuo Yifan talking about doing this and that for his master, he couldn't help but get angry.He sneered and said: "Your master still lacks these, you treat your master as a display!"

Zhuo Yifan retorted: "My master's birthday is coming soon, I bought it for him, it's my heart..."

Han Qiaoye said: "Yes, I prepared it a month or two in advance, and you even picked the young moss to grow by yourself. You are really caring."

Zhuo Yifan said, "You don't understand!"

Han Qiaoye slammed on the brakes, looking at the red light in front of him, he was very annoyed: "I don't understand, I'm not stupid to look at you at ordinary times, you're a couple living a life, why are you coming over?"

Zhuo Yifan clenched the seat belt tightly in his hand, pursed his lips and said nothing, and he didn't know if it was because of the street lights outside, his face looked pale.

The car suddenly fell silent.

Han Qiaoye also felt that what he said was a bit serious, and he couldn't talk about it anymore, but he felt a little sorry, and took Zhuo Yifan to see the place where his master was studying in the middle of the night.

Han Qiaoye drove a little slower on purpose, and pointed it out to him: "See, this is the campus for senior one and senior two, and the campus over the flyover is for senior three, and there is a library on it. I used to go there to read books. We The Literature Club is in that building, and your master was the first batch of members elected."

After hearing a few words, Zhuo Yifan stopped holding grudges, put down the car window and lay down there to watch carefully: "Is it the one with the light on?"

Han Qiaoye glanced at it and said with a smile, "No, that's the laboratory building, and the playground below it, where Long Yu always used to go."

Zhuo Yifan watched with relish.

Han Qiaoye took the opportunity to show Fang Jingyao the route where the old principal chased and beat him all the way.The old principal is Fang Jingyao's grandfather. The old man has devoted his whole life to the cause of education. He has brought countless students, but his grandson is the most naughty. Whenever he is punished to stand on the ground, he will be punished with a cane.

Zhuo Yifan looked at his master's escape trajectory carefully, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "My master ran so fast!"

Han Qiao thought ambitiously, what a boast!

But this time I didn't dare to say it directly. I just coaxed him, afraid of irritating the child again, so I deliberately went around and took him for a ride.Han Qiaoye studied here in high school, and he is quite familiar with the surrounding environment. He drove it all the way, and pointed out some places around him. There are many government offices here, such as the Education Bureau, Ocean Bureau, Public Security, Municipal People's Congress... ...Looking around, most of the places have classmates, or classmates of classmates.

Zhuo Yifan was not as enthusiastic as before, but he also watched, and said to him: "My master also said that in the future, classmates will be a network of connections, let me get along well with classmates."

Han Qiaoye said: "The social network is intricate, and the Chinese human society is like this."

Han Qiaoye didn't really believe that he could get along well with his classmates. Looking at the child's pampered appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, and pretended to chat casually, "What year did you go to college this year?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "It's the third year of school."

Han Qiaoye glanced at him again, a little surprised and said, "I really can't tell, I thought you just went to college, did you get used to it when you came in as a freshman?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "Get used to it."

Han Qiaoye smiled and said, "To be honest."

Zhuo Yifan picked up the seat belt, turned his head to look at the car window and curled his lips: "...I'm not used to it. My parents are not at home. I used to live alone. My master will come to accompany me for a few days when he is free. , but most of the time it’s me. I’m used to being alone, but I’m not used to living in a dormitory all of a sudden. I even called my master when I first lived in the dormitory.”

Han Qiaoye said, "What did you say?"

It was probably because the night outside made me feel very safe. Zhuo Yifan thought about it for a while, and said honestly: "I called my master and said that the bed was too small. I turned over and fell down twice in the middle of the night."

Han Qiaoye heard it funny, coughed and said, "What happened next?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "Later, my master said to live at least one year, so I stayed for a year. Then the studio was very busy, so I went to live in the studio."

In fact, it’s more than that. He just started to live in the dormitory, and he couldn’t adapt to anything. He was like a kindergarten kid who suddenly entered the dormitory. From being his own territory wherever he looked, to sharing it with everyone, it made him feel special. disturbed.During that time, he cried and called his master. The reason was often very simple. Sometimes it was someone else who took his water bottle, and sometimes it was the anxiety that things could not be put back in place...

Then he was scolded and cried again by his master.

After Fang Jingyao finished cursing, he sighed and coaxed him on the phone: "You should grow up too, and you can do whatever you want, Yifan is obedient, and you can stick to it for at least a year. You can't live alone forever, Master. I can't be with you forever."

Only then did Zhuo Yifan cry and be honest.

After his parents divorced, he lived alone in that big castle-like house. It took too long, and he was not used to it and never thought of going out.

He doesn't need to go out of this small castle, he can create his own world with pen and paper, the armor made of spirit is indestructible, and with his master as a guiding light, he can run to the end of the world.

Go forward without fear.

Zhuo Yifan bought a lot of things, but they couldn't be transported long distances, otherwise he would go back to the capital to fiddle with the courier, and wanted to surprise his master, so after much deliberation, he could only borrow a place Put it here with Han Qiaoye.

Han Qiaoye used to say no when he heard the word "Master" during this period of time, but stopped when he got to the tip of his tongue, thought for a while, and said, "It will be done, but you have to be responsible for cleaning up."

Zhuo Yifan was very happy. He moved the things into the room Han Qiaoye had designated, and ran around playing with them like a puppy wagging its tail. He didn't hold any grudges at all.

Han Qiaoye leaned against the door and looked at him for a while. At first, he thought he was fooling around on his own. Unexpectedly, the child was very capable with his hands. In the middle of the night, he assembled a rough outline. It looked like a hill, but he couldn't see it. Exactly what.

Han Qiaoye asked him, "Do you want to make a sand table?"

Zhuo Yifan built another hill, the bottom layer is made of wood and gravel, and the top is covered with mud and moss. earth world."

Han Qiaoye didn't hear clearly: "What is it?"

Zhuo Yifan asked, "Have you read the Lord of the Rings trilogy?" He used sand to spread out a small map on the ground, and circled one of the locations with his fingers, "Here, here it is. Eriador near the Misty Mountains, where the Hobbits live."

Han Qiaoye was shocked: "You still want to create a mountain range?"

Zhuo Yifan had fine sweat on his forehead, and when he raised his head and smiled, his nose wrinkled, and said proudly: "How is it possible, let's make it better, try to make it look better, my master likes this movie the most."

Han Qiaoye said sincerely, "I'm convinced."

The author has something to say: Mr. Han's daily jealousy:

Han Qiaoye: You are so kind to your master, does your own father know?

Zhuo Yifan (surprised): You won't sue your parents again, will you? !

Han Qiaoye: ...No, I feel relieved knowing that my father-in-law is treated the same as me.