The morning sun of crossing

Wen Chenxu turned his head and saw that his eyes widened when he saw the person coming, and then said with some surprise: "It's you!" When he saw Fu An behind him, he smiled and nodded as a gesture.

Seeing that he was very happy to see him, a faint smile flashed across Chu Chengchen's face, and then he bent over and turned the turntable.

The wood splinter turned quickly, and the pointed end pointed at the horse, the sheep... the cow, and stopped on the tiger.

After saying "Yeah", Wen Chenxu laughed happily, "It turned out to be a tiger!"

The old man selling sugar paintings didn't talk too much. When the pointed end of the wood chip pointed at the tiger and stopped, he nimbly scooped up half a spoonful of sugar syrup from the small pot on the stove next to him, and then drew the tiger.

"Why are you outside?" After knowing his identity, Wen Chenxu was curious about his appearance on the street. After all, isn't being an emperor very busy?

"Xiu Mu will come out for a walk today." Chu Chengchen said it casually, but only he knew that he had already come out last Huu Mu Day, so he wouldn't come out for nothing else, but he also I don't know why he suddenly wanted to leave the palace after walking around the imperial garden.

After hearing what he said, Wen Chenxu realized that there was still a holiday for the emperor.

"You just came out?" Seeing him staring eagerly at the unfinished sugar painting, the old man unconsciously sped up his movements a lot, Chu Chengchen laughed a little.

Seeing that there was already a sugar painting of the general shape of a tiger, Wen Chenxu nodded, and when he realized what he was asking, he hurriedly said: "It's been a while since I came out, and Pang Zhi and I just finished eating in the building outside the building."

Just now, I was a little curious about how Wen Chenxu knew such an imposing man. Seeing him mentioning himself, Pang Zhi said, "Who is this Chenxu? When did you meet? Why didn't I know?"

"He is..." Just about to say his name, but thinking of his identity, Wen Chenxu hesitated, so he turned to look at him.

Chu Chengchen glanced at the person who was round like a ball, then shook his head at the person looking at him, indicating "no problem".

So Wen Chenxu said: "His surname is Chu, and I met some time ago."

Unlike Wen Chenxu who didn't react the first time, when he heard the surname Pang Zhi, he knew that he was from the royal family, so he raised his hand and arched: "So it's Mr. Chu, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

His body was already round, and he squatted on the ground like a ball as Chu Chengchen imagined, and then stretched out his hand to arch, which directly made Wen Chenxu laugh.Fu An, who was following Chu Chengchen, couldn't help but smile, wondering which family he belonged to.

"Fatty, stand up quickly." This is so funny, Wen Chenxu suppressed a smile.

Seeing that he couldn't stop laughing, instead of getting up, Pang Zhi deliberately turned around and arched his hands towards him exaggeratedly.

Wen Chenxu laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and he had to suppress his laughter on the street, which made him feel so uncomfortable, so he shouted at him to stop making trouble.

Qingyue's laughter caused the old man who had been concentrating on drawing sugar paintings to look up, and when he saw the person squatting beside his small table and clapping his hands, he also showed a smile on his face.

The only person with the surname Pang in the capital was the Taifu. Chu Chengchen glanced at the person who was having fun playing tricks there, and found it hard to believe that he came from the serious Taifu's family.

When he saw Xiao Xiao collapsed in the wheelchair, covering his mouth while trying to block the laughter and his stomach, Chu Chengchen moved a few steps to the side to block his sight.

Unable to see the person who deliberately made him laugh, Wen Chenxu felt a little better, and gave a thankful smile to the person standing in front of him.

Although he hadn't let go of his hand covering his mouth, he could tell from his crescent-like crescent eyes that he was smiling at him. Looking at him with his shining eyes full of gratitude, Chu Chengchen couldn't help stretching out his hand. He rubbed his head.

His hair was very black, but it was soft to the touch. Chu Chengchen rubbed it twice before retracting his hand when he stared at him with widened eyes.

Pang Zhi, who moved two steps to the side, happened to see him withdrawing his hand, so he said, "I want to knead too!"

Seeing that he really stretched out his hand, Chu Chengchen didn't stop him, but said two words lightly, "Teacher."

The hand that was about to touch the black soft head stopped in the air. Although he only said two words, two simple and clear words, Pang Zhi clearly heard the threat from it.He even imagined in an instant that he was blackened in front of his grandfather, and from then on his life began to search, deserted, miserable...

With his hands still in the air, the expression on Pang Zhi's face had already begun to show bitterness and hatred.

Although he didn't want others to touch his head (after all, I heard that if someone rubs his head, he won't grow tall), but seeing his miserable expression, Wen Chenxu hesitated for a while and said: "How about I let you Knead it."

Seeing that the head was about to be delivered to his palm, Pang Zhi withdrew his hand decisively, and then said seriously: "Don't rub it, I won't rub it!"

Seeing his resolute refusal, Wen Chenxu always felt that something was weird.

Chu Chengchen conveniently rubbed his still-removed head twice, and then said: "Your tiger is almost ready."

Hearing this, Wen Chenxu's attention turned to the small stall. Sure enough, after the old man clicked on the tiger's eyes, he took a bamboo stick and pressed it on, and then carefully scooped it up with a small shovel, "Young master, your tiger."

Wen Chenxu stretched out his hand to take the living tiger, and liked it no matter how he looked at it, but, thinking that it was transferred from Chu Chengchen, he held it up to him and said, "Do you want it?"

Seeing that he obviously liked it but still wanted to give it to him, Chu Chengchen said, "Don't you like it?"

"You transferred it." Wen Chenxu said.

Pang Zhi, who was fingering the turntable at the side, interjected, "I gave you the money."

"I don't want it, you take it yourself." Chu Chengchen said.

Wen Chenxu looked at Pang Zhi again, and Pang Zhi shook his head violently.

"Don't stand in front of other people's stalls, let's go!" Wen Chenxu said while holding the sugar tiger.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Zhi stood up quickly, and then pushed him to continue walking.

"Where are you going?" Wen Chenxu asked when he turned around and saw Chu Shengchen following behind.

"Walk around casually," Chu Chengchen said.

"us……"

Wen Chenxu was about to say something, but was startled by a wooden stick that suddenly fell down.

"Master, are you alright?" Qingyi and Qinger asked nervously as they threw the wooden stick on his leg to the ground.The wooden stick fell too fast and suddenly, but they didn't react immediately.

One end of the wooden stick was blocked by the armrest of the wheelchair, and it didn't hurt him, but his "tiger" was smashed to pieces.Wen Chenxu shook his head and said, "It's okay." But he felt a little pity in his heart.

Following his line of sight, Qing Yi quickly picked up the pieces of sugar that fell on his clothes and threw them on the ground.

Seeing that he was fine, Pang Zhi heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time became angry. Fortunately, he didn't hit his head, otherwise he would not be as lucky as now.

"Which heartless person lost the stick?"

Where Pang Zhi was yelling, Chu Chengchen's expression was also a little grim, he was a little far away just now, although he saw it, it was too late to remind or stop him.

Walking to his side, Chu Chengchen took out the bamboo stick he was still holding and threw it on the ground, saying, "I'll spin another one for you later."

It's not like a child would cry because the candy dropped, Wen Chenxu thought seeing him in a coaxing tone.

After throwing away the bamboo stick, he found that the back of his hand was a little red, Chu Chengchen pressed it and said, "Does it hurt?"

Actually a little bit, but it can be ignored if you don't press it, so Wen Chenxu shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

After shouting, no one said anything, and heard Qing Er next to him say that the wooden stick seemed to be used to prop up the window, so Pang Zhi raised his head and looked at the sides and said, "Which family's grandson dares to do it?"

"Who are you talking about, Gui grandson?" A voice suddenly came from the restaurant on the left, and Pang Zhi reacted quickly, almost immediately replying, "It's you, Gui grandson!"

Having found the culprit, Pang Zhi roared and immediately entered the restaurant, and then went straight upstairs.

Seeing him go in by himself, Wen Chenxu yelled, seeing that he didn't respond, so he became worried, pulled Chu Chengchen down and said, "Let's go up too!"

Glancing at the hand he was holding, and seeing his worried expression, Chu Chengchen nodded, then bent down and carried him out of the wheelchair.

Wen Chenxu had been hugged by his father and brother before, so instead of being frightened by his sudden hug, he reflexively wrapped his arms around his neck, and then adjusted a comfortable posture.

When he realized that he was neither father nor brother, Wen Chenxu lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

Fu An was taken aback by his master's actions for a moment, and after a while, he hurriedly trotted two steps to follow, leaving Qing Yi and Qing Er, who were in empty wheelchairs, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

In the end, the two of them pushed the empty wheelchair into the restaurant.

According to Pang Zhi's voice, Chu Chengchen quickly found his box.

"Why did you bring him up?" Pang Zhi asked when he saw him come up with Wen Chenxu in his arms.

Before he could speak, a young man in a patterned brocade robe came over, looked at Wen Chenxu who was being held in his arms with a smile, and said, "Why is Second Young Master Wen living longer and returning, and he still needs to be hugged?" ?”

"Li Li, shut up!" Pang Zhi pushed him aside.

Li Li patted his front and was not angry. Instead, he smiled and asked: "Did I say something wrong? Didn't he be hugged like a child? Or would you let him stand down?"

After he finished speaking, the other two sitting at the table laughed.

"Li Li, you hit people on purpose first, and then you utter bad words later, if you don't make an apology, be careful and I will tell your father!" Pang Zhi said.