Your Majesty's Group Pet Manual [Ancient and Modern]

In the private room of the Chinese restaurant.

Holding the phone in both hands, Rong Rong chatted with Wei Pingye on the other side of the phone: "Grandpa Wei, I bought a sky blue quilt... No, I chose it. Grandpa bought it. Grandpa paid for it."

Wei Pingye smiled: "Which grandpa paid for it?"

"Grandpa Yang." Rong Rong thought about it for a while, "Grandpa Yang swiped his card."

Wei Hirano laughed out loud.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the waiter said outside the door: "Hello, the food is served."

Wei Pingye also heard it, and said to Rong Rong: "Go wash your hands and eat."

"Okay." Rong Rong said, "Grandpa wants to eat too."

"Okay, then your Majesty puts the phone on the table, and Grandpa and Rong Rong have dinner together face to face."

"it is good!"

The waiter came in with a small trolley, Cheng Zhiyuan picked up Rong Rong and took it to wash his hands.

Trick's father imitated the same, taking Trick out of the stroller.

Jiji wanted to struggle, but Jiji's father said to him: "Look, Rongrong is gone."

Well, Trick doesn't struggle anymore.

Tricky's father was moved to tears for the umpteenth time, thank you again, Rongrong.

After the two children washed their hands, when they came out, the waiter had already laid out the food.

Rong Rong and Ting Ting were brought out by their parents and placed on baby chairs: "Thank you uncle waiter."

"You're welcome, please use it slowly."

Rong Rong was sitting on the baby chair, with a mobile phone in front of him, and Wei Pingye was preparing to eat the film crew's boxed lunch.

Grandpa Wei introduced to him: "Grandpa Wei eats rice, big chicken drumsticks, and small vegetables today."

"Rong Rong eats today..." Rong Rong raised her head, what are you eating?

Cheng Zhiyuan asked him: "Your Majesty, would you like to eat, or eat 'jiujiu'?"

Rong Rong thought for a while: "Rice."

Cheng Zhiyuan picked up his small bowl and filled him with some food: "Okay."

Jiji's father studied hard, then turned his head and asked Jiji: "Rice or 'Jiujiu'?"

Jiji also thought about it: "'Jiujiu'."

"Okay." Trick's father picked up Trick's small bowl, looked at the dishes on the table, and frowned, "Well... so what is 'jiujiu'?"

Cheng Zhijin smiled and explained: "'Jiujiu' means noodles."

Because it makes a "chirp" sound when eaten, it is called "chirp".

Jiji's father suddenly realized: "Oh."

The world of children is so wonderful.

There is rice in front of Rongrong, and noodles in front of Citing.

Cheng Zhiyuan asked again: "What dish would your Majesty want to eat? Do you want scrambled eggs with tomato? Do you want custard?"

Holding the small spoon, Rong Rong nodded, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Cheng Zhiyuan scooped vegetables from the plate, put them into his bowl, and asked him to eat with rice.

Jiji's father turned his head: "Jiji..."

Jiji said, "I want to eat shrimp and mushrooms."

"it is good."

Cricket is really a child who is not to be worried about.

After eating lunch outside, the group went home.

Rong Rong wanted to take a nap, but Cici didn't want to be separated from Rong Rong, so they went back to Rong Rong and his grandfather's house together.

At the door of the house, Yang Bizhang carried Rong Rong on his back, and Cheng Zhiyuan took out the key to open the door.

Jiji jumped up and patted Rongrong: "Shaggy, wake up, let me introduce your family."

Rong Rong lay on Yang Bianzhang's back, woke up in a daze, and opened his eyes: "Grandpa, are you home yet?"

Cheng Zhijin pushed open the door: "I'm home."

Rong Rong cheered up, patted Grandpa Yang, slid off his back, pulled the thorn, and walked in with him.

"Ta, this is my home. This is the corridor. Before entering, you need to change your shoes."

Rong Rong squatted down in front of the shoe cabinet, opened her own shoe cabinet, took out her own pair of red and blue color-matched little dinosaur slippers, stabbed a pair, and had a pair for herself.

"Grandpa Wei bought this for me, for you to wear."

The two sat on the small bench at the door and changed into slippers.

Although Rong Rong doesn't often live at home, his things are everywhere in the house.

Rong Rong took Ting's hand and showed him around.

"This is the kitchen, and this is the living room. My scooter is still parked here." Rong Rong wanted to play with the scooter, but couldn't help but yawned.

So sleepy, Rong Rong wants to take a nap.

Rong Rong cheered up and took a tour of the two rooms.

"Grandpa Wei's room, Grandpa Yang's room."

Jiji said, "There are only two rooms."

Rong Rong thought for a while: "Grandpa Cheng has a room in the 'Fox Yard'."

Jiji asked: "Then what about your room?"

"I……"

Rong Rong tilted her head, yes, I don't have my own room.

The two grandpas looked at each other, feeling bad.

Rong Rong thought for a while, then turned her head back: "I can take turns sleeping in Grandpa's room, I have three rooms, it feels very different!"

He pulled the needle: "Let's go to Grandpa Wei's room to sleep. I just told him on the phone, and he agreed. We can go in and sleep."

Jiji quickly put other things behind her, stood on tiptoe, and opened the door of the room with Rongrong.

Rong Rong ran into the room and poked her head out from behind the door: "Good afternoon, grandpa, good afternoon, uncle."

The two grandpas and Trick's dad nodded to him: "Good afternoon, Rong Rong."

Rong Rong closed the door, turned her head, and whispered to Citing, "You can't mess with things."

Sting nodded: "Got it."

Rong Rong and Ji Ting took off their shoes and climbed onto the bed.

Wei Hirano has been working outside and hasn't come back to sleep for two months.

The room was cleaned by Yang Bianzhang for him, it was very tidy, and the quilt was newly made this morning because Rong Rong might be going to sleep.

Rong Rong took off her little blouse, rolled on the bed, and then lay down on the big pillow, with her ears pressed against the pillow.

Ting was puzzled: "Shaggy, what are you doing?"

Rong Rong "hush" at him: "Grandpa Wei snores when he sleeps, maybe his pillow recorded his snoring sound, just like a little conch."

The little conch that children learned from watching the cartoon "Nezha Troubled the Sea".

Citing also lay on the pillow, listening to the snoring of "Wow, yeah, grandpa".

Definitely as loud as he himself was speaking.

After listening for a while, Rong Rong said in a breathy voice, "Ting Ting, did you hear that?"

Sting shook his head: "No."

"Okay." Rong Rong turned her head, changed her face and lay on the pillow, "Listen for a while."

I don't know how long it took, Ting Ting pushed Rong Rong: "Hairy..."

Rong Rong didn't answer, only the sound of regular breathing.

Sting came closer, stretched out a finger, and put it in front of his nose.

Fluffy fell asleep.

Well, Tingting withdrew his hand and fell asleep on the pillow.

This is what the grandpas and Papa Tricky saw through the crack of the door when they quietly opened the door.

The two children, pouting their buttocks, were lying on the pillows, motionless, already asleep.

The two grandpas walked in lightly, picked up Rong Rong, adjusted his posture, let him lie flat on the bed, and then covered him with a small quilt.

Cicada's father observed carefully, and then imitated, turning Cicada over and putting him on the bed.

Just a little harder than flipping pancakes!

After finishing this matter, the parents tiptoed out again.

After half an hour.

Jiji opened his eyes, twisted his head, looked at Rongrong in a daze, stretched out his arms to hug him, and continued to sleep.

His hand was pressing on Rong Rong's stomach, Rong Rong felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to push him away.

Citing refused, and hugged him again.

Repeated several times, Ting Ting woke up.

Rong Rong has not woken up yet, so he can only withdraw his hand and play by himself.

Jici lay on the bed, stroking Rongrong's hair, Rongrong's hair was thin and soft, very comfortable to touch.

Tingting picked up a lock of hair, trying to braid him a little.

But Cici doesn't know how to braid his hair, he thought for a while, divided Rongrong's lock of hair into two sides, then put them together, and turned around——

Halfway through, Rongrong woke up.

"Sting..." Rong Rong covered her head, "You are pulling my hair."

"I didn't." Ting took back his hand, "I'm helping you braid your hair."

Rong Rong touched the little curly hair that she had been "made up", and then took his hand: "Don't touch it, it's very beautiful."

Rong Rong looked at him suspiciously, sat up, climbed out of the bed, and put on her slippers.

"grandfather……"

Jiji quickly turned over and got up, and followed him out.

Open the door of the room.

In the living room, Trick's father was on the phone: "... Well, my son is taking a nap..."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and continued, "He's up now, do you want to talk to him? There's no chance, he ran away with Rongrong..."

Trick's father hung up the phone and followed.

Rong Rong ran into the bathroom, dragged out a small bench from under the sink, then stood on the small bench, stroked her hair, and looked in the mirror.

Woo, what did Thorn do to his hair?

Rong Rong touched her hair, except that she just woke up, it was a little messy, it seemed that there was nothing different.

Jiji crossed his waist: "Hairy, you don't believe me, I told you it looks good, right?"

Rong Rong tugged at her little curly hair and straightened it: "Obviously it hasn't changed."

"..."

The two children turned on the faucet skillfully, and Ting Ting's father rinsed their mouths and washed their faces unskillfully: "I'll do it."

Jiji's father carefully held the washcloth and wiped their little faces carefully: "Uncle is washing the face of a real child for the first time, if it hurts you, just tell me."

The real children Rong Rong and Ji Ting closed their eyes and nodded.

As if he was facing a formidable enemy, Jiji's father concentrated his attention.

Finally, he packed up the two children.

Crick's father breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

The two raised their heads and said loudly, "Thank you uncle."

Then the two jumped off the small bench and ran out.

Trick's father held a washcloth in one hand and sighed.

He is always jumping back and forth between "father" and "uncle".

The two ran out to play, originally wanting to play with scooters, but the sheets hanging on the balcony attracted their attention.

The two grandpas washed the sheets and quilts they just bought at noon and hung them on the balcony.

Yang Bizhang asked someone to change the balcony. Now the balcony of their house is fully enclosed, which is safer for Rong Rong. If she wants to dry clothes, she has to open the window.

Rongrong's newly bought sky blue bed sheet and quilt were hung on it, and the sun shone on it, brightly.

The two grandpas also washed the little clothes that Rongrong and Citing bought newly, put them on the hangers, and hung them up.

Rong Rong threw away the scooter and ran to the balcony.

"Wow!" Rong Rong raised his head and looked at the little moon on the bed sheet, "Grandpa, it's so beautiful!"

The two grandfathers looked at each other and smiled, and His Majesty praised him for his good eyesight.

Rong Rong raised her head, walked around the small bed sheet, and showed off to Ting Ting: "Ting Ting, isn't it pretty?"

Cincinn observed carefully, then nodded: "It looks good."

Rong Rong became happy, and ran behind the hanging bed sheet, pinched her nose, and spoke in a strong nasal voice: "Jing, guess where I am?"

Cici looked down and saw Rongrong's feet—two feet, so he had to say it twice, and his red and blue slippers: "Here."

Rong Rong twisted: "Where is it?"

Sting lifted the corner of the bed sheet: "Furry, here it is!"

In the next second, Rong Rong immediately ran to the other side: "Not here."

Rongrong and Jica circled around the sheets.

"it's here!"

"Not here!"

The grandpas finished drying their clothes and stopped them: "Okay, don't play around on the balcony, what if you accidentally fall down?"

"Okay." Rong Rong and Ji Tin looked at each other, and "hush" at each other.

"Don't make trouble on the balcony."

Repeater.

The two stood in front of the sheets, and the sun shone from behind, casting their shadows on the sheets.

Rong Rong raised her small hand and pinched her fingers, trying to pinch the shadow of a puppy.

Jiji also raised his hand, squeezed his fingers, squeezed out two horns, and put them on the top of Rongrong's head: "Shaggy, bleat, you are a lamb!"

Rong Rong glanced at him, and retorted, "Trick, heh, it's...it's a little pig."

Just as the two were about to "top corner", they stopped when they remembered that grandpa said that they could not fight on the balcony.

The summer sun shone on the sheets, and the laundry detergent smelled faint, but very fragrant, like milk.

"But it's not Miaozi milk." Rong Rong took a serious sniff, "It's just ordinary milk."

In the living room, the fan whizzed and turned. Grandpa cut a small watermelon and called them in to eat.

Rongrong and Jici each held a small piece of watermelon and stood in front of the electric fan.

Jiji's belly was puffed out, and the wind from the fan blew into his clothes, bulging.

Sting raised the watermelon with one hand and posed: "I am a Hercules!"

Rong Rong touched his bulging clothes and laughed out loud.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Jiji's father drove them back to the orphanage.

Tomatoes and French fries have come back, and Teacher Wen is taking them, waiting for Rong Rong and stabbing at the door.

Teacher Wen said to them: "Rong Rong, Ting Ting, welcome to the orphanage."

After saying goodbye to the parents, the two ran back to the teacher, who took them in.

The teacher walked in front, and the children followed behind to chat.

"Tomato, where did you go to play? How is Aunt Tian treating you?"

Tomato nodded: "Aunt Tian is very kind to me, Aunt Tian took me to the science and technology exhibition..."

Friends were shocked: "Science fair?"

It seems to be Aunt Tian's style.

"Yes. But it didn't take long before we came out."

"and then?"

"Then we went to play and dig the sand!" Tomato was very happy, "It's so fun!"

So Tomato played digging sand all day, and when he was about to come back, his body was dirty, and Secretary Chen even helped him take a bath.

This is tomato style.

Citing asked: "Is Aunt Tian unhappy?"

"no!"

That's good.

They went back to the classroom, and the other friends were there too.

Teacher Wen opened the door: "children, all the children who went out with their acting parents today are back."

The friends heard it and ran forward immediately.

"You are back?"

With akimbo: "That's right, we're back."

Friends gathered around Rongrong: "Rongrong, when are you leaving? A few days ago, Tingting said you were leaving, we thought you were leaving today."

Rong Rong said: "I don't know, maybe it will take a while."

"How long is a while?"

"I do not know either."

"Ok."

Jiji took Rongrong's hand: "I'm leaving too, why aren't you worried that I'm leaving too?"

The friends said earnestly: "Rong Rong didn't leave, Brother Shi will definitely not leave, so there is no need to ask Brother Shi."

Teacher Wen stood beside him, arms crossed, thoughtful.

The orphanage has always known that parting is a difficult thing for children to accept.

So last time, when the eggplant was leaving, she deliberately kept it from them and didn't let them know until the day before the eggplant was leaving.

The children were very excited that day, and several of them cried.

However, a few days ago, when Cicada accidentally broke the news that Rongrong and him were leaving, the children's reaction was not as intense as last time, but they accepted it well.

Friends surrounded Rong Rong and Ting Ting, chirping with them.

"We have agreed to prepare gifts for you. When you see the presents, you will think of us."

"You can guess what gift it is."

Rong Rong tilted her head: "I want..."

Tomato took the lead and said loudly: "No tomato scrambled eggs!"

The friends were very helpless: "Rongrong, don't you want other gifts?"

Rong Rong shook her head: "I don't want to."

"Oh, you—" the friends said in unison, "You little fool!"

Stinging angry: "Why learn from me?"

the other side.

In the evening, the sun went down.

Yang Bizhang returned home and put away the sheets and clothes hanging on the balcony.

The next day, the furniture they ordered in the furniture city was also delivered.

A small bed, a small desk, and a small wardrobe.

It's just that their current home only has two bedrooms, and Rong Rong can't have a bedroom by himself, so he can only put all the furniture in Yang Bizhang's room and sleep with Yang Bizhang.

Wei Hirano was furious: "Why don't you sleep in my room? I want to sleep with His Majesty!"

Yang Bizhang said indifferently: "Your Majesty said you snore."

Wei Pingye was furious: "I can't snore anymore! Yang Bianzhang, you wait for me, I will go back tomorrow and beg your majesty!"

"Let's wait until you ask for it." Yang Bianzhang tidied up the bed sheets while making a phone call, his tone unchanged, "Your Majesty can't live without his own room. When are you waiting, look at the location and change to a house."

Holding the phone, Wei Pingye lay on the bed, weeping silently, not hearing what Yang Bianzhang was saying at all.

Yang Bianzhang cleaned up the room.

The big bed and the small bed are side by side, the big desk is side by side with the small desk, the big wardrobe is side by side with the small wardrobe.

Yang Bianzhang took a few steps back and looked at it carefully, His Majesty's bedroom version 1.0.

very suitable.

"Hello, Wei Pingye?" Yang Bianzhang picked up his phone, "I have to go to the police station again in a few days, do you remember?"

"Understood." Wei Pingye held his heart sadly.

A few days later, the three grandpas made an appointment and asked for leave at the same time to meet at the gate of the police station.

Yang Bizhang and Cheng Zhiyuan arrived first, and they waited outside for a while with the documents.

Not long after, a taxi came from a distance and stopped in front of them.

The car door opened, and a foot, a foot in trousers and leather shoes, stepped out from inside and landed on the ground.

Then, a man straightened his black suit jacket and got out of the car.

Wei Hirano took off his sunglasses: "Colleagues, I'm here."

Yang Bianzhang wondered: "Aren't you hot?"

"..." Wei Pingye ground his back molars, raised his head and straightened his chest, straightened his tie, "Ancient people don't talk to modern people."

Three people walked into the police station and submitted information.

As soon as they entered, they saw Police Officer Liu who had helped them before. Police Officer Liu was very excited, waved to them, and said to his colleagues, "Leave these three to me."

In the office, Police Officer Xiao Liu sat on the seat, and the three grandpas sat opposite her.

Police officer Xiao Liu sighed: "Ah, it doesn't feel like it's been too long. A few months ago, we were sitting like this, and then I showed you the information of the orphanage. It's not long before you can pick up Rong Forgive me, I saw the right person!"

Officer Xiao Liu rubbed his hands, and excitedly opened their information: "Cheng Zhijin, pastry chef. Not bad, very good."

"Wei Hirano, signed actor. It's beyond my expectation, very good!"

"Yang Bianzhang, the head of the archaeological team and an associate professor of the Department of Chinese Literature at Taoyuan University, is also very good!"

"Certificate of deposit..." Officer Xiaoliu nodded, "one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... It's really good, you guys..."

Police officer Xiao Liu issued documents for them, and they took the documents and went to the orphanage.

Before each child is adopted, they will be evaluated by two life teachers to confirm whether they are eligible for adoption.

Teacher Wen looked at the thick stack of materials they brought, and smiled: "Don't be so nervous, you are very nice to me, I can see it, full marks."

Teacher Wen returned the documents to them: "The formalities are complete now. The official adoption time is set on August [-]th, which is also the time set by Ting Ting. Other children need time to accept it. At this time, there is still time to give it to them." Rong Rong is looking for a kindergarten."

The grandpas nodded: "OK."

"Also, after Rongrong leaves, Cheng Zhiyuan, if you still want to stay and work in the orphanage, that's fine, but if you stay, you can no longer give snacks to the children, lest they will think of Rongrong when they see you .”

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded: "I understand."

"Okay." Teacher Wen smiled, "Then I'll go over and tell the kids about it."

"Okay, teacher, go slowly."

After Teacher Wen left, the three grandpas looked at each other and smiled. The stone that had been hanging in their hearts for several months finally fell to the ground.

Wei Hirano raised his hand and gave the two of them a high five: "Yeah."

On the other side, Teacher Wen came to the playground.

The children were playing a catch-and-catch game, while Rongrong was running, she turned her head to see if Jiji had caught up, but she ran into the teacher's arms all at once.

"Well……"

Rongrong was dizzy.

Teacher Wen caught him: "Rongrong?"

Rong Rong raised her head: "Teacher."

Teacher Wen touched his little head, raised his hand, and said loudly: "Kids, pause the game for a while, the teacher has something to announce."

The children immediately gathered together.

Teacher Wen knelt down and hugged Cicada: "Teacher wants to tell everyone that on the [-]th of next month, there are still [-] days before now, Rong Rong and Cicada will also go back to their home with the surrogate parents who love them." home."

Teacher Wen deliberately spoke slowly and tactfully, hoping that the children can accept it better this time.

Teacher Wen looked at them nervously, and they paused for a second.

Oops, Oops, Mr. Wen's heart ached, he's not going to cry, is he?Am I about to face the challenge of coaxing ten kids by myself?

In the next second, the children stretched out their little hands one after another.

"Twelve days? How long is twelve days?"

"I only have ten fingers, who can lend me two?"

"My gift isn't ready yet."

Rong Rong and Ji Ci held hands, both happy and sad.

"It's okay, there are still twelve days." Jiji patted his small chest, "No gifts, Furry and I will remember all of you, you ask us every day."

Rong Rong nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, then let's ask. Rongrong, who am I?"

"You are ginkgo! You are corn!"

Teacher Wen smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the group of cubs didn't cry.

Only then did Mr. Wen vaguely understand.

It turned out that the children were not afraid of separation. What they were afraid of was the separation that happened suddenly without telling them beforehand.

As long as they are given enough time to prepare, they can bravely face parting.