Fawn

Cheng Tingli still maintained a stunned expression, because he was silent for too long, so even the young master felt strange.Turning his head to his father, the eldest young master reminded softly: "Father, what's wrong with you? You don't know Xiaolu anymore?"

Cheng Tingli blinked as if waking up from a dream, and at the same time walked in from between the bead curtains: "Why didn't you send me a telegram in advance?"

Xiaolu replied in a low voice: "I'm very nervous about the train ticket. I got on the train directly after I bought it. I forgot to tell you."

Cheng Tingli stopped in front of the deer, tilted his head and took a closer look at the deer.Then he smiled unnaturally, and he stretched out his hand to pat the other person's shoulder: "Little thing, you were still skinny and tender when you left, why did you become a black boy when you came back?"

The Eldest Young Master scrutinized and helped out: "Xiaolu has never been this dark before!"

Xiaolu hates all criticisms about himself, so he didn't respond to what the father and son said.However, the young master was very interested in him, and made new suggestions one after another: "I have to prepare new clothes for Xiaolu. The clothes on Xiaolu are not only old, but also seem to be the wrong size."

As soon as this remark came out, for some reason, there was no one to respond.The young master was a little embarrassed, so he imitated his father and laughed a few times in a dull manner.

Cheng Tingli didn't mean not to praise his son on purpose, he was really startled by Xiaolu.

This dark and tough little deer moved his heart, as if he saw another kind of adjutant deer.In the past, he would sometimes playfully imagine what the little deer would look like when he grew up. When he thought about it, his mind was not very serious, but in the end it was just thinking about it, because the little deer was a child at that time, no matter how he thought about it, What he saw in front of him was still Xiaolu's childlike appearance.

Besides, there is no shortage of people around him, and it is not worth waiting for a child to grow up.

Unknowingly, however, the child really grew up. He didn't grow up to his ideal appearance, but because of the unexpected, it was extraordinarily stimulating.

In particular, he also knew the child's details—according to his Japanese friend's letter, Xiao Lu had been going to the hospital for several years, and the living expenses Cheng Tingli remitted to him, he didn't eat, drink, wear or play, all contributed to the hospital. hospital.There is no need to say much about why he is so keen on going to the hospital.

Cheng Tingli stared at the deer, and saw that although the skin on his face was thick and dark, it was thick and dark on the surface, as if he had just been exposed to the harsh wind and sun, but the bottom was still young, fine skin and tender flesh.The lips are clean and there is no beard, but the Adam's apple is very clear. I heard him speak just now, and the voice is also a man's voice, and there is no sign of femininity.

Regarding his physical condition, the American doctors at the time were very pessimistic, but now it seems that it is not so bad that it is hopeless, or maybe those trips to the hospital were not in vain.Cheng Tingli withdrew his gaze from the Xiaolu, and took another calm breath, trying to suppress his upset.

Xiaolu always ignored the young master.This indifference was so obvious that the young master was a little confused and almost suspected that Xiao Lu was still angry with him.

So he started chasing the deer to make jokes, as before, making fun of the deer being black, making jokes that the deer was not as tall as himself, making jokes that the deer talked like a crow.

He had never made such a painful and embarrassing joke in his life, and he was the only one who said it, and he was the only one who laughed.He was begging for nothing to be lively, and while being active, he watched Xiaolu's words and expressions.Xiaolu asked the servants outside to bring his suitcase, Cheng Tingli sat on the sofa with great interest, watching Xiaolu put the suitcase on the coffee table and unlock it - Xiaolu came back this time and brought him a painting Gift.

Cheng Tingli waited to see the gift, Xiao Lu used the key to poke the hidden lock of the suitcase, the young master walked around the perimeter, chatting and laughing while dying.Cheng Tingli was not in the mood to talk to his son now, but his son's laughter would automatically go into his ears.In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore. He felt that his son was noisy and pitiful: "Sit down quietly for me!"

The young master seemed to have been waiting for this sentence, as soon as Cheng Tingli spoke, he immediately lost his temper.

At this time, Xiaolu opened the lid of the box.The medium-sized suitcase contains all the luggage of the deer.There was only one suit on his body, and the rest of the soft clothes were stacked and arranged in an orderly manner.There was a framed oil painting under the clothes, which was carefully wrapped with oil paper. Next to the oil painting was a very old long cloth pocket, which was sewn with a handkerchief. The young master could see it clearly. It turned out that it was Xiaolu's harmonica cover.

The oil painting is a landscape painting with a white frame.Xiaolu said in a low voice, "It was painted by a student of an art school and sold. It's not worth much, but I thought it looked good, so I bought it and brought it back."

Cheng Tingli smiled, and found that the little deer had an instinct for beauty: "It is indeed a beautiful painting, just like the real thing." Then he looked around and raised his hand to point to the wall: "How about hanging it there? You can see it as soon as you enter the door."

Xiao Lu stood up straight, turned slowly in a circle, finally bent down to pick up the oil painting, strode to the white wall next to the door, held the oil painting high to pat the wall, and then turned to Cheng Tingli Said: "Here."

Cheng Tingli didn't expect him to be so serious, and almost felt funny: "Okay, it's also good there."

Xiao Lu bent down, carefully placed the oil painting against the wall, then turned around and walked back to the sofa, leaned over and locked the suitcase again.The young master watched with cold eyes, when he saw the deer doing these actions, his face showed no expression at all, just being meticulous and solemn, it was so solemn and weird.