Inquisitors are not doing their jobs all day

Although they said they were going to play, the father and son didn't sleep well. After racking their brains and unable to think of a good place to go, they calmly decided to go home to catch up on sleep.

After arriving home, the late-night international flight came home, and the father who woke up early in the morning yawned and went back to the room to sleep. Yuan Guangcheng was a little weak, and yawned on the shoulder of Mikazuki Zongjin.

"Grandpa, let's go out and play."

Although he was a little sleepy, he was not as sleepy as his father, but he went to bed a little later at night, so he didn't want to sleep, and Daojian also wanted to play with him. He will return to the world of swords and swords tomorrow. They cherish the last of this day.

Sanri Yuezong put his arms around Yuan Guangcheng's shoulders, and said in a gentle tone, "It's fine to play, why don't you go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and come back to cook, your father should be very happy."

Yuan Guangcheng nodded, rubbed it again, and said coquettishly, "I don't want to cook, you cook for me, anyway, Dad can't tell the difference."

Sanri Yuezong's expression was very helpless, but his eyes were soft, "You, why are you so lazy?"

"I don't care~"

The circle of swords sitting on the sofa laughed. They are not as good at cooking as Hasebe and Candlestick Kiri. They can only be said to be average, but Cheng Cheng is very happy to eat. For many late nights, my father's supper was prepared by swords and swords, and he was happy to eat. It can only be said that he is a very insensitive father and son.

Yuan Guangcheng, who was holding hands by Mao Li and Xiao Ye, walked forward with half-closed eyes, and chose ingredients very casually when he arrived at the supermarket.But when he picked it, his heart moved.

Speaking of which, he really hasn't cooked for a long time, but he can come out of the rivers and lakes again. His level is at least much better than that of swords.

Hmm~ Just click and coax his sword.

As soon as Yuan Guang Orange thought this way, he became excited. He carefully selected what everyone liked to eat, and even bought a lot of snacks.Zong San Zuowen originally wanted to persuade him that buying too much would cause suspicion, after all, he doesn't eat oranges very much, but seeing how happy he was buying them, he gave up the idea.

Adolescent children eat a lot, it seems to be nothing, right?The ice cream was consumed at an astonishing speed, so his father was surprised and didn't think about it at all.

Seeing Yuanguang Orange who was talking cautiously to the sword beside him, Zong San Zuowen suddenly became melancholy.

Chengcheng is not someone who likes to be quiet, he actually likes to be pampered, cared about, and even blamed.But his father didn't have time to do these things, not because he didn't want to, but because he was powerless.In such a lonely environment, it's a gift for Cheng Cheng not to grow crooked.

However, on the other hand, it is precisely because of this special growth experience that the sword can love its master like a child, instead of simply respecting and protecting him as a master.Since they are children, there is no reason not to be spoiled, and they can't be spoiled, they are very good.

Zongsan, who was caught in his own thoughts, slowly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, like a slowly blooming double cherry blossom, gentle and gorgeous.Jiang Xuezuo didn't know what he was thinking, but he knew it when he saw the familiar arc at the corner of his mouth. He didn't speak, but just pushed him lightly, signaling to follow Chengcheng.

Zongsan Zuowen casually flicked the vegetables, and suddenly turned to ask his brother, "Brother Jiang Xue, what do you think of Mayo Hanyu?"

Jiang Xuezuo, who was walking quietly, was obviously stunned, "Why are you asking this?"

Zong San squinted his eyes, his different-colored pupils revealed an unusual light, "I just think he cares too much about Cheng Cheng."

Jiang Xuezuo was noncommittal, "Chengcheng is also very good to him."

"It's not the same, and while they haven't noticed it yet, eventually, everything will come out."

Jiang Xuezuo's words were a little dazed, obviously not understanding.He is not a sword who likes to observe others, he likes the peace now, and likes to live such a loose life with his brothers and Chengcheng.He didn't know why Zong San said such a thing, and he didn't think it was dangerous, so he didn't care.

Zong Sanzuo didn't mind his brother's silence, and knew that he didn't want to care about it.He watched the young man walking in front take the drink from Yaoyan and put it into the trolley, and then he didn't know what Mikazuki Zongjin had said to him, so he suddenly smiled, then quickly lowered his head to cover it up, and stroked his hair uncomfortably , The orange hair was immediately messed up.

"Well, it's really nothing. Chengcheng couldn't have only us, and he shouldn't have only us." Zong San tilted his head in Zuowen, smiling cutely, "Some moods, only humans can understand."

Jiang Xue Zuowen glanced at his younger brother, and felt that his actions just now were very similar to Cheng Cheng's habit of speaking.

After shopping around the whole supermarket, Daojian put the full shopping bags into Yuanguang Orange's basket, but he still couldn't put them down, as if reluctantly.Yuanguang Orange felt that he needed a scooter to buy groceries.

After returning home, Dad didn't wake up.Yuanguang Orange checked the time and was ready to get ready.Although his father didn't expect to wake up until the afternoon, Daojian still had to eat.He sent two short knives to guard the living room, Yuan Guangcheng asked the knives to chop vegetables, but he wanted to do it himself, and refused to give up the sword.Yaoyan is responsible for the side dishes, and Yuanguang Orange is the last to be served.

There are no complicated dishes today, just homemade fried tofu, grilled fish, miso soup, etc. It doesn't take much time.What's more, he has three assistants, and his efficiency is impressive.

After everything was done, Yuan Guangcheng went to Dad's room to take a look. Dad was sleeping very deeply.Yuanguang Orange retreated quietly, calling Dao Jian to eat.Mao Li sat next to Yuan Guangcheng with his rice bowl in his hands, his face glowing with a smile, "It's been a long time since I ate rice made by Chengcheng! No, I don't think I've ever eaten."

Maori came very late, and it was the last batch of swords.When he came to Honmaru, Yuan Guangcheng basically gave up on self-reliance and relied on swords to feed himself. Except for the occasional pouring of iced drinks, he was never seen near the kitchen.Therefore, Maori only heard that Yuanguang orange rice was good, and he had eaten barbecue once, but he had never eaten the rice cooked by himself.

Yuan Guangcheng picked up a fish with chopsticks for him with a guilty conscience, "Go back and make it for you, definitely!"

Maori was satisfied, and happily ate the rice.Sanri Yue Zongjin poured him a bowl of soup, and helped him lift the lid of the small steamed egg cup.Yuanguang Orange cheerfully dug it with a spoon, feeling dizzy with happiness.

"It's great to have you."

Yaoken picked up a piece of fried pork cutlet for him, and carefully dipped it in the sauce.Yuan Guangcheng ate happily, and said with a smile, "It's over, if this continues, will I be uncomfortable when I return to the present world?"

Mao Li replied smoothly, "No, we can always take care of you, Chengcheng, and no one is better than us!"

Yuan Guangcheng was very happy, picked up Mao Li and kissed her, "Baby Mao Li is so cute! You are right, no one is better than you, I just want you!"

The daggers all laughed, and the Taidaos had different expressions.

Sanri Yuezong spoke slowly, his tone was quite casual, even like joking, "Chengcheng is so good, what should I do if there are too many people chasing you in the future?"

Zong San Zuowen smiled while holding the teacup, "We can't solve it for you, Orange."

Jiang Xue Zuowen remembered Zongsan's words in the supermarket, and inexplicably felt that what Zongsan Sanri Yue Zongjin said meant the same thing.

Yuanguang Orange didn't react too much, neither blushed nor blamed, and continued to eat calmly.There were indeed girls who handed him love letters, but there were only a few of them, and none of them confessed in person. It was not as exaggerated as what they said. Those love letters were not read by themselves, and they were still lying in the compartment of the bookshelf in the room. .

Yao and the others saw it before, and coaxed him to take it apart, but he didn't take it apart.Knowing that you can't respond to that feeling, let's pretend it never existed.Otherwise, it will make him feel burdened if he sees other people's heart and remains indifferent.

He had guessed this very early on that he might never have a spark of love in his life.Loving is too tiring, being loved is also tiring, and in the name of love, we will tie each other down and hurt each other.Even, this pain will spread to others, like a dodder, firmly rooted in the depths of the soul, tearing and devouring.

He needs a relaxed life, love is such a burden, even if he doesn't have it, it's not worth pity.

"I don't want anyone, just you. You love me, and I love you too. You won't leave me, and I won't leave you."

His swords are his light.

After eating, several people tidied up lightly. Yuan Guangcheng was sleepy, and quickly fell asleep holding Xiao Ye and Mao Li.Yao Yan sat on the head of the bed, propped his head and looked at the sleeping face, and suddenly said something.

"Worried about Cheng Cheng?"

He didn't specify who he was talking to, but the two raised their heads almost at the same time, looked at each other again, and didn't speak.

Yao Yan smiled, stretched out his hand and yawned, then lay down.There is a thin blanket on the floor, so it won't be cold.

"I don't think there is anything to worry about. Cheng Cheng is different from ordinary children. You should have realized it earlier."

Zong San began to feel depressed again, "I can't say whether it's good or bad, but I just feel that Cheng Cheng, who doesn't believe in love and doesn't need love at all, makes people feel distressed."

Yao Yan laughed out loud, even if Cheng Cheng frowned slightly, Dao Jian would feel distressed.

"Chengcheng said that he needs it if he doesn't need it. I don't understand this thing. I only know that things that make Chengcheng happy are good. I just want him to laugh and play every day. Other things are not good to me. It doesn't matter."

The purple eyes bloomed with infinite tenderness, like the hydrangeas quietly blooming by the river, dazzling, "Believe in Cheng Cheng, he can control his own life."

After Zong San paused, he suddenly understood where he was lost.

Chengcheng is not only their child, but also their master, an identity that has been ignored by them all the time.He has a strong belief, a tenacious will, and has been confused about his life, but he can always cheer up quickly.It's not that he can't love, he loves his sword, he just doesn't need love.

Having figured it out, Zong San smiled annoyedly, and soon felt tired, so he lay down to rest.

Jiang Xue Zuowen glanced at the always silent Sanri Yue Zongjin, not understanding what he was thinking.

What Sanri Yuezong was thinking recently was that the human side of Dao Jian began to show strongly. Is this good or bad for Cheng Cheng?

The author has something to say:

First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone for taking too long.A lot of things have happened recently. I resigned and started looking for a job again. I was under a lot of pressure, doubted my ability, and was confused about career planning~ But everything is OK now. I will try my best to balance my hobbies and work. This It's really hard~

Finally, let's draw hatred, I have a small bean growing up!

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