Brilliant thorn

"Grandpa, what are you riding it for?" Fu Shaoyu looked helpless.

"Xiaojue sent it, the old man was worried about giving it to others to feed, so he brought it here."

Fu Zhanfeng rang the camel bell in his hand, and the camel knelt down immediately.

He patted his hump as if showing off, and exclaimed: "See? He is obedient and sensible, very well-behaved!"

Chufeng leaned forward and stroked the camel's mane, and asked, "Grandpa won't be riding on it all the way, right? Doesn't it mean that he has to start a month in advance?"

"... Brat, you are the only one who talks too much."

Fu Zhanfeng angrily threw the camel bell into his arms, glanced at the welcoming crowd, and found Tang Yun who was crying behind Jueying.

They haven't seen each other for ten years.

"What? I've been in Taxiange for too long, and I don't recognize the old man anymore?"

Jueying turned sideways to wipe away the tears on Tang Yun's face. Tang Yun cried even more fiercely. The grievances, loneliness and homesickness he had suffered for ten years burst out at this moment.

Seeing that Fu Zhanfeng opened his arms to him, he pushed Jueying away and threw himself into the old man's arms.

Just like when I was a child, she lay on his shoulders and called him "Grandpa" crisply.

"Good boy," Fu Zhanfeng patted him on the back kindly, "You have suffered all these years, just come back, just come back."

Tang Yun sobbed and said, "I have received all the lucky money that my grandfather gave me over the years. Many, many thanks, Grandpa!"

"Just receive it," Fu Zhanfeng glanced at Cen Buyu, and joked, "I'm afraid that Buyu will secretly withhold some for you, so I added a lot for you."

"Ah?" Cen Buyu pretended to be regretful, "If I knew this, I should have deducted part of it in the first place. It's a loss."

Everyone laughed loudly, and the depression and sadness in the air were swept away, and Tang Yun also laughed through his tears.

Fu Zhanfeng looked and looked at the group of juniors who came out to greet him. The children who ran around him when he was young are now very handsome and beautiful.

Most importantly, they are all good children who are filial and sensible.

The pine-leaved peonies that covered the hillside persisted until early autumn. Fu Zhanfeng thought of his daughter who had passed away, and looked at the group of children in front of him, thinking that God was not mean to him.

"Ajun is back, and Xiaojue is here. This time we are all here." Fu Zhanfeng nodded repeatedly, "Okay, that's great."

Fu Shaoyu said: "It's windy here, Grandpa, let's go home first."

"Okay, okay, go home!" Fu Zhanfeng grabbed Fu Shaoyu with his left hand and Xiao Jue with his right hand, surrounded by children, he entered Chunshan Terrace with a big smile.

These days, several people sat around the table and had a reunion dinner, which was as lively as New Year's Eve.

After drinking a few more glasses at the dinner table, Xiao Jue was carried back to his room by Fu Shaoyu.He lay upright under the quilt, with misty eyes pawing at the corner of the quilt, calling him "Brother Yu" and "Mother" at other times.

When Fu Shaoyu entered, his dry throat began to let out the sound of "rustling".

Fu Shaoyu was extremely refreshed by his scalding, and after a while, he was still screaming "rustle, rustle", smiled and kissed his soft red lips.

"What is this bed sound?" Fu Shaoyu poked his cheek, "Be obediently call me Brother Yu."

Xiao Jue shook his head, and said not very clearly: "Shusha is a camel, a camel... a camel..."

Fu Shaoyu laughed and said, "Shasha is the name you gave it?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Jue grabbed his arched upper arm, and finally there was a glimmer of excitement in his slack eyes, "The rustle that Brother Yu gave me..."

"Shusha." Fu Shaoyu picked him up, leaned against the head of the bed, and kissed his chin and neck, "You like rustle so much, are you willing to give it to grandpa?"

Xiao Jue nodded, then shook his head, not knowing whether he was willing to part with it or not.

"Grandpa is so precious, Shasha, he won't even feed grass with someone else's hands, so he definitely won't let others ride it." Fu Shaoyu deliberately teased him, "I have a pity that I bought it from that businessman, and I haven't ridden it once. Yes. Tomorrow, you go to plead with Grandpa and let Brother Yu ride for a while, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jue kept shaking his head.

Fu Shaoyu pulled his hair, forced him to raise his neck, leaned over and bit the fragile Adam's apple, and cursed him vaguely: "Stingy."

Xiao Jue snorted, tightly grasping the slightly protruding shoulder blades of the man's back with both hands, and said sullenly: "Brother Yu, you can only ride, ride me..."

Fu Shaoyu was still waiting for his next words, but he heard Xiao Jue say to him again in that lazy and aggrieved tone: "I can only ride a little, little dumb one, one."

Unexpectedly, when this person was unconscious, his possessive desire for him would cross the species gap. Fu Shaoyu felt amused and overjoyed, and worked extremely hard all night.

The next day when Xiao Jue sobered up, he had a headache and a pain in his butt.

There was a bowl of hangover soup on the bedside table, and he brought it to drink. Thinking that today was Fu Shaoyu's birthday, he specially changed into a red dress and went out.

Seeing Chi Xue's cheeks flushed, the sword failed to get into the sheath several times.

"Brother Xiaojue, you are so pretty!"

Xiao Jue asked her, "Where's Brother Yu?"

"He's handling the school affairs in Buyantang," Chi Xue pointed to the west, "Grandpa is feeding the camels at the stable, and he was still talking about you just now."

"Then I'll go and have a look." Xiao Jue took two steps away, then looked back to remind her, "The scabbard is reversed."

"Ah? Oh oh oh...!" With a blushing face, Chi Xue straightened the upside-down scabbard, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at the tall and tall figure.

It's so pretty.

When he got outside the stable, Xiao Jue was walking out when he met Fu Zhanfeng.

Seeing that he was dressed brightly and lively today, and he was more angry than before, Fu Zhanfeng stroked his beard with satisfaction: "Not bad, young people, you must live like this with vigor."

Xiao Jue smiled shyly: "Did Grandpa sleep well last night? Why did you get up so early today?"

"People are old and feel less." Fu Zhanfeng said, "I'm going to the kitchen now, do you want to accompany the old man?"

Xiao Jue said, "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

"No, isn't it, isn't it Yu'er's birthday today? I want to make him a bowl of longevity noodles," Fu Zhanfeng said with a smile, "You can talk to me next to me, just to relieve boredom."

Xiao Jue went to the kitchen with him, and was amazed to see him, a dignified former leader of the Demon Cult, rolling up his long sleeves, kneading and rolling dough, quite proficiently.

Fu Zhanfeng saw what was going on in his mind, and deliberately played tricks, showing Xiao Jue his noodle-pulling skills.

"Every year on his birthday, I make him a bowl of longevity noodles every year, and it will never change. How about my skills?"

Xiao Jue praised from the bottom of his heart: "It's great."

He paused, then asked again: "Does Brother Yu have any favorite dishes? I...I want to cook for him."

I am ashamed to say that after being together for such a long time, except for Fu Shaoyu who likes spicy food, he doesn't know anything about his likes and dislikes about dishes.

Fu Zhanfeng sighed: "You don't have to blame yourself, it's actually me."

Xiao Jue showed a puzzled expression.

"His background is special. At that time, I overprotected him. He was not allowed to show his likes and dislikes in front of anyone. All dishes, no matter whether they liked it or disliked them, were not allowed to use chopsticks more than five times. Only in this way can people be confused. Clear his temper." Fu Zhanfeng slapped the dough on the chopping board, smiled at Xiao Jue, "At that time, he always protested with me, and finally got spanked by me, so he was honest for a while."

Xiao Jue opened his mouth and paused for a moment before saying: "You are also protecting him."

"Hey, don't mention those Chen Mazi and rotten millet." Fu Zhanfeng pulled the noodles thinner and thinner, and the long one was swinging back and forth in the air, and he was able to talk to Xiao Jue with ease, "When did you Birthday? Grandpa will make longevity noodles for you then."

Xiao Jue whispered, "I don't know."

His birth was a tragedy, and no one wants to remember the coming of the nightmare.

Fu Zhanfeng put the long and slender noodles into the basin, scooped up some flour, added water, and hooked his hands at Xiao Jue: "Would you like to try it?"

"I?"

"Come and try, it's not difficult, grandpa will teach you."

Fu Zhanfeng taught him how to knead the noodles. After the dough was formed, the old man played a hand-pulling noodle kung fu in front of him, and then threw the thinner and longer noodles into the boiling water together with the previous one.

"You made one bowl, and I made the other." Fu Zhanfeng wiped the flour off his cheeks for him, "Your bowl is for Yu'er, and the bowl made by grandpa is for you to eat."

"Grandpa..." Xiao Jue's voice trembled, and he suddenly understood Tang Yun's mood of crying yesterday, "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Good boy, throw a la carte leaves into it and garnish it." Fu Zhanfeng washed his hands and instructed Xiao Jue to add something to the noodle soup.

Xiao Jue followed suit one by one, and when he was done, he carefully picked out two sticks of longevity noodles into bowls, filled the noodle soup, and brought them to the dining table himself.

He rushed to Buyantang to find Fu Shaoyu again, hoping to let him eat the bowl of longevity noodles immediately.

"Brother Yu, my grandfather and I made noodles for you..."

The words stopped abruptly, dozens of people in the whole hall looked over in unison, Xiao Jue stood at the door awkwardly.

They were all unfamiliar faces, and many of them showed some dissatisfaction with his sudden appearance.

Fu Shaoyu sat on the high platform, propping his head with one hand, his expression was lazy but he did not hide his arrogance, condescending, showing his domineering majesty.

"Come here," he hooked his fingers at Xiao Jue, pulled him into his arms and sat down, and then said to the major rudder masters in the hall, "Go on."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, winking and pushed out a representative to continue reporting the academic affairs, but saw Fu Shaoyu leaning lazily on the throne, holding the man in red in his arms and biting his ear.

What... what are you doing here?

After finding a random reason, the rudder masters who had finally come from all over the place congratulated "the leader is blessed and the sky" in unison, and then withdrew from the Silent Church.

From the beginning to the end, Fu Shaoyu didn't even lift his eyelids, he just gently rubbed Xiao Jue's back, and asked softly, "Did you really do it yourself?"

"I kneaded the noodles." Xiao Jue pursed his lips, and said, "Grandpa also cooked a bowl for me."

"Oh?" Fu Shaoyu raised his eyebrows, pinched his chin, and leaned over to laugh softly, "Then you are going to be born on the same day, the same year, and the same month as me?"

"It's not the same year," Xiao Jue corrected, lowering his head and biting his finger, "but I wish to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day."