Peerless Junior Uncle

When it came down, the raindrops were beating on the bamboo tube, as if playing a monotonous tune invisibly, but it was not disturbing to listen to.

He Tingge leaned on the bamboo chair in a daze, and Fu Qingcheng didn't know what he was doing upstairs. From time to time, there was the sound of the wheels of the wheelchair grinding against the bamboo board, mixed with the sound of rain outside, as if the whole world was quiet.

Although he didn't know why he agreed with Fu Qingcheng to stay here, but, for some reason, seeing the determined eyes of the young man, he compromised. No matter what the other party's purpose is, at least for now, there is nothing wrong with staying here.

Soon, there were footsteps on the stairs, He Tingge raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Qingcheng who had come down, then turned back and continued to look out the window without saying a word.

"Aren't you hungry?" Fu Qingcheng behind him was a little puzzled.He Tingge looked back at his puzzled face: "And then?"

"Cooking." Fu Qingcheng was speechless again.

"Have you ever seen the little prince cook by himself?" He Tingge frowned.

Fu Qingcheng thought about it seriously, then shook his head.

He Tinge continued to look back in a daze.Fu Qingcheng looked at his profile, shook his head helplessly, and went up to the attic.

At night, He Tingge was lying on the small bed outside Fu Qingcheng's bedroom. Hearing the sound of rain that had not stopped outside the window, his stomach growled in disbelief. He hadn't eaten much at noon, and he was denied food by his mean employer in the afternoon. No matter what Said that the current He Tingge is still a boy who is growing tall and body, and it is really difficult to keep hungry and full.

But there is no way.Hearing vaguely that the door in the inner room seemed to be opened, He Tingge hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Deliberately light footsteps came behind him, then left after a pause, and went down to the attic.He Tingge curled his lips, look, this kid is pretending to be a fairy, maybe he is so hungry that he can't stand it.

When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he was suddenly pushed by someone. He Tingge turned around irritably and continued to sleep, but the hand kept shaking his shoulder again.He Tingge simply pretended to be who the hell was, and didn't move.

Sure enough, that hand didn't push him again, but before he officially fell asleep, he was kicked hard on his buttocks.He Tingge sat up unbearably, glaring.And the white-clothed boy in front of him was holding a bowl in one hand, one leg resting on the edge of the bed, and the other hand resting on his knee, his condescending eyes followed He Tingge's sitting up and looked at him at the same level, with a bit of a smile in his eyes.

Seeing these eyes, He Tingge could not hold back the anger that was already in his stomach after all, "What are you doing?"

"Hey." The young man brought the bowl in front of him and said, "If you say it, eat it, don't break your promise."

Looking at the green vegetable noodles in the bowl, which exuded a faint fragrance, He Tingge blurted out: "I'm not hungry." However, his stomach growled in disbelief.

捉鱼

Fu Qingcheng looked at him funny, shook his head and said, "I put it on the table." Afterwards, without looking at He Tingge, he turned and walked to the back room.

He Tingge looked at his back and didn't know what to say for a while.Seeing Fu Qingcheng's unnatural walking posture, he frowned unobtrusively, but he didn't say anything after all.

Although he didn't want to be looked down upon by Fu Qingcheng, no matter what, he couldn't treat his stomach badly. He picked up the plain noodles on the table and tasted it. It tasted pretty good.

The life in the bamboo building is simple and boring, except for the occasional necessary conversations, the whole day's life is that He Tingge accompany Fu Qingcheng to read books, He Tingge accompany Fu Qingcheng to dry herbs...etc.

"Are you planning to cultivate immortality?" He Tingge finally couldn't help asking with a frown, not remembering how many times he saw the vegetarian dishes in front of him.

Fu Qingcheng, who had just picked up a piece of mushroom, paused, then looked up at He Tingge's disgusted eyes, and asked seriously, "What do you mean?"

"You don't eat meat, so I want to eat it anyway." He Tingge put down his chopsticks.

"You didn't say you wanted to eat it." Fu Qingcheng said innocently.

Seeing his serious expression, He Tingge felt tired all of a sudden, "Then I've said it now, what should I do?"

"Do it yourself."

"..."

Fu Qingcheng ignored He Tingge's eyes, calmly ate the rice in the bowl, took a few mouthfuls, and said, as if remembering something, "Come with me later."

"where?"

"Don't worry about that much, eat." After a pause, he continued: "Remember to clean the bowl, or you can solve it yourself next meal."

......

After the meal, He Tingge resigned himself to his fate and went to the kitchen to brush the dishes. If they were not clean, it was another matter, because every time the stains intentionally left on the dishes would disappear before the next meal.Then someone will take the trouble to ask him to do the dishes again.

The place he went to was not elsewhere, but the pear garden before he came in. Seeing the deliberate steps of the young man in the sky blue clothes, He Tingge had no expression on his face.It wasn't until the pear trees in front suddenly started to move, and gradually a step leading to the bottom appeared from the place where the pear trees got out of the way, that He Tingge's eyes gradually changed.

"Let's go." After Fu Qingcheng finished speaking, he ignored He Tingge's gaze and walked straight to the passage that suddenly appeared on the ground.

He Tingge hesitated a little at his feet and followed up. Inside was an underground building similar to an underground palace, but it was not big, but it was built quite rigorously. The lights seemed to be on all the time and never went out.

The humidity in the ground was very heavy, He Tingge took a few steps to follow Fu Qingcheng, Fu Qingcheng turned his head to look at him, smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

He Tinge glanced at him, but didn't say anything, and was speechless for a while.

"Okay, see for yourself, what's easy." Fu Qingcheng's plain voice came from beside him, and He Tingge followed his gaze to look at the wooden frame beside him.

There are all kinds of weapons on both sides of the entire palace, ranging from poisonous needles as thin as a cow's hair to ghost axes as large as ten feet long.Everything that one expects to find, even He Tingge, who has always been unimpressed with these cold weapons, couldn't help but look in disbelief.

"This is the weapon pavilion of our Cuigu, and it is also the most complete weapon hiding place in the world. There are all kinds of weapons in the world here, and there are also things that are not in the world." Fu Qingcheng found a seat and sat down, while beating his knees, Explained lightly: "Except for the thing in the legend, there is nothing you can't find here, only things you don't recognize."

"What?" He Tingge looked back at Fu Qingcheng, frowning slightly.

"I hate the sky."

"What's that?" Looking blankly at Fu Qingcheng while beating his knees while looking at him indifferently, He Tingge walked up to him and said, "Why did you bring me here?"

"It's nothing." Fu Qingcheng withdrew his gaze, smiled calmly, and said, "Is there anyone who likes it, is it easy?"

"For me?"

"kindness."

He Tingge frowned and looked at him, took off a weapon casually, and said, "Let's go."

Fu Qingcheng looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Okay?"

"En." After finishing speaking, without waiting for him to say anything else, he walked out of the weapon pavilion.Fu Qingcheng looked at his back from behind him, with a trace of doubt in his eyes. He Tingge didn't seem to know Li Hentian's reaction when he heard it. Could it be that he was worrying too much?Or was the other party already prepared and concealed his reaction?

When he returned to the bamboo building and saw Fu Qingcheng drinking tea leisurely in a wheelchair, He Tingge took a formal look at the random weapon in his hand. Upon seeing it, his brows were slightly furrowed. Really, why? Take this thing.

Seeing the other party's expression, Fu Qingcheng chuckled and said, "What? Regret it?"

He Tingge felt a bit of a headache after weighing the spear that weighed several kilograms in his hand.Could it be that he brought it as a gun because it was called a gun?

"Practiced before?" Fu Qingcheng put down his teacup.

"I don't know." This is the truth.

Fu Qingcheng lay on the back of the chair and thought: "Then let's start. From today onwards, you will learn this. Although you came to be Uncle Wei's attendant, you are still a disciple of Cuigu. Uncle, I will teach you on behalf of your master."

"Then I'll have to ask Mr. Uncle." He Tingge was already used to saying "for uncle" from time to time when he was a teenager, and thought it was nothing, but rather childish, he replied lazily.

In the afternoon, in the open space behind the main building, He Tingge held the gun in his hand and didn't know how to draw, while glanced annoyedly at a certain uncle who was sitting by the lake drinking tea leisurely, wishing to poke his leisurely face with the gun On the face, what about teaching?Just let him poke fish here with this broken spear?

"You say you want to eat meat, so you have to do it yourself." Fu Qingcheng squinted his eyes lazily under the comfortable sunlight, enjoying the sunbath.

So all afternoon, He Tingge took the fish in the water as someone's face and poked vigorously, even though he couldn't hit it at all.Don't look at the sharp tip of the long spear in his hand, but it is useless in the face of the fish swimming in the shallow stall.

It wasn't until sunset that He Tingge wiped off the sweat from his face, and went ashore angrily without even looking at his achievements.In fact, there was no result at all.

So dinner is still vegetarian noodles.

In Fu Qingcheng's words: when to poke fish, when to eat meat.

He Tingge suddenly disliked that this month was too fucking long.

"Why are you so stupid?" Fu Qingcheng looked at the thicker and thicker clouds in the sky, then looked at He Tingge who was thumping in the water for a long time but still got nothing, and shook his head helplessly. It's been a few days, why is there no gain at all.

He Tingge had already lost the temper he had at the beginning, and had a pure expression: If you hit him casually, I can't hear him.

Fu Qingcheng got up, rolled up his sleeves, put away the folding fan, stuck it in his back, walked to the lakeside and said, "Look at the uncle." After speaking, he dragged his boots, flattened his trouser legs, and took the bag from He Ting's singer. gun.

"This gun is a nine-curved long gun, and it can be regarded as a famous gun."