My lord, you have to be good

Liang Zizhan stood at the door in a daze for a while, staring at Shen Zhian's back, until Shen Zhian turned a corner, and he couldn't see it anymore.

Rubbing his sore eyes, Liang Zizhan walked towards the bedroom with his back supported, with an unconcealable disappointment on his face.

He originally wanted to take a nap, but he couldn't fall asleep. He lay on the bed and forcibly opened his eyes all afternoon, his mind was full of Shen Zhi'an.

He couldn't figure out why every world would encounter people exactly like Jiang Yiyu, which made him amplify the initial throbbing so much that he couldn't extricate himself.

When it was almost time for dinner, Shen Xing came to find Liang Zizhan wrapped in a small quilt, and there were still tears on his small face, it looked like the cat had been secretly crying under the quilt all afternoon.

Before anyone came in, Liang Zizhan heard Shen Xingdao, "Lord Liang, I'm hungry."

When Liang Zizhan thought that Shen Xing was Shen Zhian's elder brother, no matter how impatient he was, he would have to treat him like an ancestor, so he ran out of his small bedroom with a smile on his face, "What would Master Shen want to eat? a pear?"

Shen Xing frowned, "Pears? Are you so poor? If I go out of your house, go left and turn a corner, I can pick them myself."

"Really? That's great." Liang Zi clapped his hands and praised, "Then I'll pick some up tomorrow when I have nothing to do."

"..." Shen Xing curled his lips, tears welling in his eyes, "Master Liang, the more hungry I am, the more I want to cry, woo woo...Will you give me some meat? Come here." Yes."

Liang Zizhan was shocked by Shen Xing's tears, he squeezed his chin with his hands, pursed his lips and thought for a while, "It's not that I won't give it, there are plenty of roast ducks, it's enough, but... "

Shen Xing's eyes lit up, and he threw off the small quilt on his body, "It's just what?"

"You are observing filial piety, can you eat meat?"

"..." Shen Xing was stunned, staring at Liang Zizhan unblinkingly with his small eyes, his nose twitched, as if he was planning something, Liang Zizhan stared at him The constantly moving tip of his nose was staring at half a cup of tea, when a wolf cry suddenly came from his ear.

"It seems really impossible." Shen Xing's facial features were distorted and his eyes were blurred with tears.

Because of crying all day, Shen Xing's voice had long been hoarse, and the words were not clear, like a puppy, which made Liang Zizhan's heart ache. He hurriedly picked up the quilt from the ground, and handed it to him. Shen Xing, "Okay, okay Master Shen, don't cry, eyes are more important than flesh?"

Shen Xing was so hungry that he lost his mind, he hiccupped, "Meat is important, so is father."

Liang Zizhan: "..."

In the end, Liang Zizhan had no choice but to brush the duck fat on the Chinese cabbage and let Shen Xing taste it. After Shen Xing wolfed down a small bowl of rice, his hunger passed a lot and he felt more comfortable. He grinned reluctantly at Liang Zizhan, "Lord Liang, you lost your composure just now."

Liang Zizhan shook his head, "It's all right."

Shen Xing touched his heart, and sighed several times in a hoarse voice, "When I think of my father, I feel uncomfortable here, and I can't control myself."

Liang Zizhan nodded, "Yes, I understand. When my father died, I also cried for a few days, and I haven't come out yet."

Shen Xing patted Liang Zizhan on the shoulder, "It will pass."

Liang Zizhan hummed.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

After half a cup of tea time, the servant in the mansion came to put away the dishes. Liang Zizhan poured himself a cup of clear tea, took a sip, thought about his words, and said, "Master Shen, I have something to ask you .”

Shen Xing stood up, reached enough to get the teapot, and poured a little into his own cup. Hou took a quick sip and burned his tongue. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and frowned, "You asked me, I drink mine."

"Mr. Shen, he...um...does he have a wife?"

"No."

"Then... do you have children?"

"Of course not."

"Do you have a sweetheart?"

"This..." Shen Xing put down his teacup, rested his chin and thought for a while, "I don't know, my younger brother always looks like that, very serious, I haven't seen any girls he likes."

"Ah!" Liang Zizhan said happily, "Tomorrow, I'll brush you with an extra layer of roasted duck oil."

Shen Xing finished drinking a cup of tea, picked up the small quilt on the side, wrapped it up before entering the house, turned his head and said to Liang Zizhan, "Can I change to another animal tomorrow? I don't like to eat your poor duck."

"No problem." Liang Zizhan saluted Shen Xing excitedly, "Anything is fine, as long as I have it."

……

In the early morning of the next day, Liang Zizhan was kissing Shen Zhian's little face in his dream, and the housekeeper knocked on the door outside, "Master, Mr. Li is here."

Liang Zizhan rubbed his sleepy eyes and said dissatisfiedly, "What is he doing here?"

Before the steward could speak, he listened to Li Zhou's gentle way, "Brother, get up, let's go to something big together."

Just hearing Li Zhouwen's coquettish tone, Liang Zizhan almost thought that Li Zhouwen was a gangster, and would call him to collect protection money in a while.

"No!" Liang Zizhan turned over, "I'm going to find Mr. Shen today, I'm busy, I don't have time to run around with you."

"It's related to Mr. Shen." Li Zhouwen couldn't stand talking to him like that, he kicked open the door of Liang Zizhan's small broken room, and pulled Liang Zizhan up.

"What's wrong with Mr. Shen?" Liang Zizhan asked hurriedly.

"Mr. Shen fell ill on his knees last night and was running a fever."

"Fuck!" Liang Zizhan panicked, "I'm going to see him."

"Don't, brother!" Li Zhouwen said, "We have to help Mr. Shen with some errands, so we don't have time to see him."

"What to do?"

"Purchase some funeral goods. After buying all, it's time for a small burial. Mr. Shen didn't trust others to do it, so he left it to me. I want to take you there. Anyway, you'll be fine if you stay."

"..." Liang Zizhan frowned, his face was full of undisguised distress for Shen Zhian, he lowered his head for a while and thought, then raised his head and said to Li Zhouwen, "Can you go by yourself?"

Li Zhouwen was stunned, "What do you mean buddy? It's a small effort, we can help if we can."

"No." Liang Zizhan licked his dry lips, "I'm worried about Mr. Shen, and I have to see him to feel at ease."

Li Zhouwen was startled, "Your tone is weird. I just came over from Mr. Shen. There is nothing serious about him, but he is very uncomfortable."

"You ask Shen Xing to accompany you, I must see Mr. Shen immediately." Liang Zizhan insisted stubbornly, his heart was in his throat.

"You are not a doctor."

"I'm going tm!" Liang Zizhan was so excited that he tore off the curtains on the bed. He threw the curtains on the ground, gritted his teeth and stomped fiercely, "Tell me where Shen's residence is? Quick!"

Li Zhouwen was stopped by his yelling, he pointed out blankly, "He is resting in the school at the corner, not in the Shen's residence, where the yin is heavy, which is not conducive to his recuperation."

"Okay." Liang Zizhan got off the bed, wiped his face in a daze, and put on his clothes neatly, "Go to the guest room and pull Shen Xing up. He finished crying yesterday, so he probably won't be able to watch it today. Give him a head start. Sha, take him to help while blindfolded."

"Oh..." Li Zhou responded mildly, "Brother, let's meet in school then?"

"Yeah." Liang Zizhan instructed, "But don't take Shen Xing to the school, as soon as he sees his younger brother also collapses, he will definitely cry to death."

Li Zhouwen nodded in agreement, "Then I won't tell him."

The author has something to say: try to fix the update time in the future.

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