I'm a Buddhist foster child

grandfather!

The sound of grandpa almost knocked Yang Jian into a daze on the spot, but fortunately Yang Jian was completely "calm" and thought about it carefully.During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, words such as "grandfather", "grandfather" and "adult" were all proper nouns used to address fathers.

Strictly speaking, the term "father" in the Northern and Southern Dynasties also referred to father, but it was limited to people in the Southern Dynasties. Yang Jian lived in the Northern Zhou Dynasty in the Northern Dynasty, so "father" would not be used to refer to father.

Yang Jian, who was worthy of being a father, suddenly became a "grandpa". He couldn't take it easy for a while, and the one who couldn't take it anymore was the servant of the Duke's Mansion.

As soon as the servant heard that this little baby was so familiar, he called grandpa so quickly, and immediately scolded, "Little baby, what's your name?!"

Yang Guang wasn't afraid of the servant, but the servant's scolding just satisfied Yang Guang's wishes. Yang Guang pretended to be afraid, like a frightened little rabbit, and "slipped" behind Yang Jian. A small fleshy hand timidly picked up Yang Jian's clothes, and a baby-like sob came out of his throat, and his small body trembled twice, really pitiful and helpless.

How did Yang Jian know that this soft and soft bun in front of him is actually Yang Guang, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty who opened [-] territories and surrendered to the barbarians, no matter how calm he is, no matter how Clever, he never imagined that besides himself, Xiao Baozi is also so unusual.Coupled with Yang Guang's ingenious disguise, Yang Jian thought it was Xiao Baozi who was really frightened by the servants.

Yang Jian stopped the servant and said, "It doesn't matter."

Then he slowly squatted down and was on the same level as the little bun Yang Guang. Yang Jian smiled, trying to make his appearance gentler, not to scare the timid little bun, and raised his hand to gently pinch the little bun's cheek .

It feels like the softest little dough in the hand, almost unbearable to touch, as if it will be damaged with a little force. This fragile feeling is the characteristic of children, and it seems to be the child's young psychology.

Yang Jian stared at Yang Guang, the little bun, and looked at his aggrieved eyes. For a moment, he seemed to see himself in his childhood. Back then...was he his size?

Yang Jian said softly, "Do you want to be my child?"

Yang Jian's voice was very gentle, and his face was not vulgar at all, it was like a spring breeze in March in an instant, warm but not dry, moist and delicate.

Such a gentle voice slowly flowed in the ears of the little bun Yang Guang. For some reason, the little bun suddenly became a little dazed, his round cat eyes widened slightly, unable to recover.Not to mention, because Yang Guang feels that the "father" in front of him seems to be different...

Yang Guang was born with three generations of officials. Others envy Yang Guang's blessing, but the blessing also needs to be exchanged at an equal price.Yang Guangsu had no childhood, and his father treated him very harshly. Although Yang Guang was smart and eager to learn, under such strict education and extreme depression, Yang Guang's nature was gradually distorted.

Renshou Palace was changed, Yang Guang killed his father and ascended the throne, once indulged, he began to direct his own world, his distorted nature was completely released, and it was also doomed to the sad end of Sui Yang Emperor...

In Yang Guang's memory, whether he was a child or an adult, his father was extremely strict. Beating, scolding and punishing him were commonplace. It is rare to see his father showing such a gentle side.

Yang Guang panicked for a moment, his round cat eyes widened, and his chubby mouth opened in an "0" shape, a little surprised.

Seeing Xiao Baozi standing there blankly, Yang Jian was amused by his cute little appearance, and pinched Xiao Baozi's cheek again, the feeling was still so soft, he really wanted to squeeze it a few more times to make Yang Jian You won't get tired of playing for a year.

Yang Jian added: "However... it doesn't sound good to be called grandpa..."

Yang Jian did understand some habits of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, but he is a modern person. He came here after a nightmare. It is enough to be happy to be a father for no reason. If he is chased by his son and called "Grandpa", Yang Jian always feels a little It's awkward.

Yang Jian thought for a while, and it was not good to call him father. Although father did mean father, but in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Yang Jian was still an aristocrat in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and he might be denounced as a traitor.

Yang Jian raised his lips and smiled, and said to Xiao Baozi: "My son, call him Father."

Yang Guang, the little bun, was almost in a daze in Yang Jian's "Gentle Hometown" just for a moment. He quickly came to his senses and tilted his head. He always knew what his father and grandpa meant. In the past, he usually called his father "grandpa" Or adults, there are also those who directly call father, but they have never heard anyone call father, this is a novelty.

Yang Guang, the little bun, didn't hesitate at all. His purpose was to infiltrate the Duke of Sui's mansion and lay the foundation for himself in the future. He could become the son of the Duke of Sui's family. What's so difficult about just calling him father?

The little bun grabbed Yang Jian's sleeve, as if he was afraid of Yang Jian's sudden disappearance, looking up at his chubby face, he said in a childish voice, "Father!"

Xiao Baozi is young, and his slurred speech is a bit leaky. When he calls "Father", the leak is even more serious, and he can vaguely see the small broken teeth. He looks very much like a clingy milk cat.

Yang Jian has never been tempted by anyone, whether it is a woman or a man, because there is a thorn in Yang Jian's heart, this thorn has been stuck in the bottom of Yang Jian's heart since he was a child, and it has been growing backwards until now , although the blood was dripping, but the thorn had already formed a symbiotic system with Yang Jian, and I am afraid that it would never be able to be removed in this lifetime.

Although Yang Jian is like this, he likes children very much, maybe he wants to make up for his childhood misfortune...

Yang Jian picked up the little bun. The little bun was less than one meter tall and small. Although he had a small fleshy face, there was no flesh on his body at all.

Yang Guang didn't expect to be hugged suddenly by the other party. In the end, although he pretended to be a child with ease, Yang Guang's real heart was a murderous, ruthless and ruthless ruler of a dynasty. He was suddenly embraced by an adult man. Thinking about it, the taste in my heart is really a little subtle.

Little Baozi's fleshy face froze, and soon returned to his clingy, weak and helpless appearance. Like a little milk cat, he snuggled into Yang Jian's arms and hugged him with his short, fleshy arms. On Yang Jian's neck, he called again in a childish voice: "Father!"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "It's so cute."

The servants were one head and two big, and their hands were stuck in place, so they heard Yang Jian say: "Bring some hot soup to the young master, and wash this little charcoal ball."

The servants had no other choice, after all, the Duke was not around, so the young master was naturally in charge of the family, and what the young master said was an order, so he immediately ran out to boil hot soup for bathing.

Yang Jian carried the well-behaved bun and went to the house. The servants moved quickly and quickly cooked the hot soup, and sent the big wooden barrel filled with warm steam to Yang Jian's house, and then brought in large lacquer carvings. screen.

The wooden barrel of hot soup was a bit high for the little bun. Yang Jian saw that a child of this size didn't know if he could take a bath, so he rolled up his sleeve robe, rolled the sleeves up to above the elbow, and put the clothes on smoothly. Tucked it between the belt, then walked towards the little bun, said with a smile in his mouth: "My dear son, father and father will give you some incense."

Buns:"……"

Xiao Baozi stood stiffly beside the hot soup, I wonder if it was Yang Jian's illusion, the cheap son seemed to take a step back, as if he was some kind of "scourge".

Yang Jian is indeed not a scourge, but Yang Guang is not a baby boy either.Yang Guang has always been used to being served by others. It is reasonable to say that things like bathing and changing clothes are used to being served by others, but the person who served him was Yang Jian, which made Yang Guang hesitate for a while, and took a step back unconsciously. .

Yang Guang saw Yang Jian "pushing" towards him step by step, and wanted to take off his clothes with his own hands. He immediately raised his fleshy little hand and held his little collar firmly.

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, and laughed out loud, "Chi..." and said, "What's the matter, my son is still shy?"

Little Baozi's chubby face twitched a little, not because of embarrassment, but out of embarrassment, Xiao Baozi simply swished his throat lightly, and said in a childish voice, "Father, Wo-wo, do it yourself!"

As he spoke, he moved quickly, like a wind-up puppet, "swish, swish, swish" a few times, removed his old clothes and threw them aside, his movements were very agile, and then he grabbed the edge of the "tall" wooden barrel, Pushing his legs hard, "Gudong!" He jumped directly into the hot soup. It was impossible to see that he was going to take a bath. Those who didn't know might think that Xiao Baozi wanted to follow Qu Yuan's example of jumping into the river...

The little bun jumped into the hot soup, only showing a small head, and Yang Jian moved the bed, that is, the little Mazha sat next to him. After all, the cheap son is too young, and the bathtub is so big, if his son accidentally drowns , I can fish out the little bun myself.

Yang Guang huddled in the hot soup like a "sick bag", with smoke curling up, completely relieved of fatigue, he simply scooped up water and rubbed his little face vigorously.

The little bun's face was dirty, and he was born in poverty. In these years of turmoil in the north and south, it is a problem for the poor to have a full meal. Who cares about taking a bath?Little Baozi hadn't bathed for some time, and his face was covered with a layer of black mud. Now, with a pinch of water, his "original appearance" appeared immediately.

The dirty little bun is already very cute, and the little bun that has been washed off the mud becomes moist in an instant.The complexion is milky white like suet, the small fleshy lips are light pink, the big round eyes are black and white, and the tails of the eyes hang down. At a young age, there is a feeling of looking forward to it. It is obviously a handsome embryo. When he grows up, he must be a beautiful man who "disasters the country and the people".

Seeing the little buns "makeover", Yang Jian suddenly thought of a kind of food - rice cakes.

The white and tender appearance of the cheap son is just like the softest and most delicate rice cake. It is white, tender, soft, and most importantly...sweet.

Yang Jian sat on the Hu bed, looked at the little bun taking a bath with his head propped up, and said with a smile, "Son, what's your name? Do you have a name?"

The little bun Yang Guang's eyes flickered slightly. The "father" in front of him is so young and has not yet married, so it stands to reason that "Yang Guang" has not yet survived. Yang Guang thought, even if he told him his name, he would not What a big deal.

Although Sui Guogong was given the surname Pu Liuru, but the Han surname was originally Yang. If Yang Guang told Yang Jian that he was also named Yang, it might make Yang Jian feel a sense of intimacy. Wouldn't it be able to please Yang Jian?

Yang Guang, the little bun, made some calculations in his mind, and then sat in the steaming tub, his two little hands pawing at the teeth of the tub, and his nails, which were as neat as small shells, gently digging at the seams of the wooden tub covered in hot soup.

Blinking her big eyes and tilting her head, she said in a childish voice, "Father, my name is... my name is Yang Guang!"

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Yang·Scheming·Baozi·Guang: (Thinking) My father and father know that my surname is also Yang, so they will definitely be more fond of me!

Yang·Scheming·Baozi·Guang: (pretending to be adorable) Father, my family name is Yang Guang!

Yang, father and father, and: ... (smile gradually freezes)

Yang·Scheming·Baozi·Guang:?

Stupid author's reminder: Father's favorability for you has dropped by 100!

Yang·Scheming·Baozi·Guang:? ? ?

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