Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

Put Yanyan's suitcase into the cabinet and lock it, Xia Murong didn't mind such a large sum of money.Yan Yan had been sobbing and talking intermittently for most of the time before, but he was not very clear. He didn't dare to ask more because of Yan Yan's mood, he only felt distressed.

Xia Murong knew why Yan Yan mustered up the courage to go home while he was away.Yan Yan knew where his home was but never mentioned going home for such a long time, Xia Murong also knew the reason for this.So when I heard Yanyan say that he ran home secretly because he didn't want him to work so hard to make money, Xia Murong felt sorry for Yanyan who ran to face the familiar home without any relatives alone, and at the same time, he couldn't control his heart. warm.

The feeling of being valued by others is very good, and the feeling of being relied on is also very good. Xia Murong has to admit that compared with the hard work he has put in to take care of Yan Yan, what he gets from Yan Yan is more cherished by him, and the value is far greater. Unmatched by the labor he has put in.

I found the treasure.

This is Xia Murong's biggest feeling right now.

Leaning comfortably on the sofa, Xia Mufei hiccupped, and finally said the purpose of today's visit slowly, "Brother, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, my little mother asked me to remind you, remember to go home."

"Well, I remember, Uncle Xia mentioned this matter yesterday." Xia Murong brought fruit, that is, some apples and bananas, which may not be a big deal to Xiaofei and Yanyan, but it is his current fruit. The best you can afford.

"That's what I said too, how can I not remember this, my little mother is just worrying about it." Xia Mufei unceremoniously picked up an apple and gnawed it, with a rather haughty expression on his face , Young Master Jiao said that he really couldn't understand it.

Taking an apple and taking a bite, Young Master Jiao obediently handed it to the poor benefactor's mouth, "Brother, it's very sweet, take a bite."

Xia Mufei's eyes were about to pop out, jealous.How dare this little brat be so clingy to his brother in front of him, damn it, he will be beaten up sooner or later.

Xia Murong didn't want to refuse Yanyan's kindness, although Xiao Fei was obviously going to be unreasonable again.Glancing at Xiao Fei lightly, Xia Murong took a casual bite and pushed away: "Brother doesn't like it very much, Yan Yan can just eat it by himself."

After receiving the warning, Xia Mufei muttered "I'm your real brother", and slightly raised the corners of his mouth happily.It's been a long time since my brother gave him such a warning look, I miss him a lot.Scratching his head, Xia Mufei realized that he actually didn't need to find anyone to make trouble with his brother, and he himself didn't need to make trouble with his brother, um, as long as he made trouble with this poor kid, his brother wouldn't ignore him.

Cursing his lips, Xia Mufei looked disdainfully at the little boy who didn't know what sorrow was, and for the sake of his elder brother, he would just keep this kid by his brother's side for the time being.

"I've got the words, I'll go back first." Throwing the fruit core into the trash can accurately, Xia Mufei clapped his hands, wiped his pants again, and left gracefully after eating and drinking.

Xia Murong sent him to the door, and said "be careful on the road" and he had nothing else to say. He couldn't drive Xiao Fei away when he wanted to stay, and he didn't have to stay when he didn't want to stay.

Young Master Jiao is still looking at Xia Mufei riding a bicycle with envy, how can this person ride such a tall bicycle so easily.Stretching out his legs and looking left and right, Young Master Jiao pretended not to care and pulled the poor benefactor who closed the door, "Brother, um, what do you think of my legs?"

Xia Murong followed Yan Yan's words and looked over, only to think, ahem, it's white, tender, long and straight, very... pretty.Even though the sun had already set, Xia Murong still felt that he was under the scorching sun, and was sweating profusely in just a moment, which immediately made the young master Jiao very distressed, "Let's go, brother, let's go back to the house to talk, it's hot outside."

Taking advantage of this gap, Xia Murong understood the embarrassment a little bit.Being acquainted once, Xia Murong felt that his skin seemed to have thickened a bit, and his ability to bear and accept seemed to have become a little stronger. At least this time, he was no longer panicked and overwhelmed.

Entering the house, Xia Murong was cleaning the kitchen. Young Master Jiao didn't give up when he didn't get the answer. He swayed back and forth, left and right, and kept stretching his thighs all the time. His appearance was so cute.

Xia Murong couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising, so he could only keep changing his position so that Yan Yan wouldn't notice him, and he wanted to watch Shabao's Yan Yan for a while longer.The young master Jiao who stretched his thighs seriously did not know that his behavior fell into the eyes of his family's poor benefactor, and he became a "treasure".He only knew that the poor benefactor was not interested in his slender legs at all, and he was a little bit aggrieved when he was frustrated. It was not his fault that he was not tall, so how could the poor benefactor ignore him because of this!

He ran back to the room angrily, rummaged through boxes and boxes, and tossed out his small suitcase, and later turned into a little money fan, counting his wealth one by one.After counting the ones in the big golden pig, he went to look through the banknotes scattered in the box, which he found from every corner of the house.After counting these, Young Master Jiao smacked his lips in satisfaction, suddenly remembered something, reached out his hand to dig into the pocket of his trousers, and then his eyes lit up.

In fact, it's nothing, it's just that Young Master Jiao suddenly remembered the money that Aunt Sun stuffed into his pocket. As a small money fan, he naturally had to express his happiness.

In this way, Young Master Jiao heaved a sigh of relief, and the fact that he didn't have to drag down the poor benefactor made him happier than anything else.He tightly hugged a dozen thick banknotes tightly in his arms and ravaged him. Young Master Jiao, who was happy just a moment ago, lay motionless on the bed, with water drops falling from the corners of his eyes.

Rubbing violently on the pillow, wiping away all the tears, Young Master Jiao smiled again. Although it was ugly, he couldn't be sad anymore.What's past is past, and it's useless to think about it any more. My brother should frown again when he sees him like this.

He didn't like the habit of his parents stuffing money everywhere in the past. His father stuffed it casually, and his mother used it more casually, reminding him all the time what kind of relationship his parents are.But now he can have so much money because of those habits. When Xuan Xuan thinks about it, his heart feels empty and he is not at ease.

In fact, he has discovered that the things in the house have been moved, even the place where the money is hidden has been moved, but that's all, nothing has been taken away.That family took their house but discarded it so casually. It was really their style of doing things.

Without nostalgia, he threw a thick stack of banknotes on the bed and scattered them into a large piece. He walked to the door and leaned against the door frame. Young Master Jiao looked at Xia Murong who was busy in the kitchen, and gradually became dumbfounded, but in the end it was frozen. A look of loneliness.

Brother is going home, will you take him with you?Mid-Autumn Festival, the day of family reunion!