The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

Since talking with Naoya on the phone about a week ago and making an appointment to meet, Xiaohui has been looking forward to meeting Naoya, and every day, with the help of Shier, she carefully writes on the corresponding number on the calendar with a red pen Draw a circle and make a cross, gesturing with his little hand, using the simple arithmetic taught by Riho on the weekend, and counting bit by bit how many days are left until the day we meet.

However, after a week passed, Naoya did not show up as scheduled, nor did he make a phone call to inform him of the situation. Although Xiaohui felt a little disappointed, she did not get angry with Naoya, but comforted herself softly in her heart , Uncle must be too busy, so he has no time to fulfill the agreement with him, he can't cause trouble for uncle.

However, despite thinking this way in his heart, Xiaohui was still depressed for a while, and even the plan he set up for himself to summon the jade dog on weekdays temporarily stopped—he originally wanted to let the jade dog through practice. I can stay outside for a longer time, and then show it to my uncle.

This situation continued until Xiaohui learned about Naoya's situation from Shier and Riho.

"Uncle...are you sick?" After hearing this, Xiaohui widened his green eyes. He was so sullen and frowning, but at this moment, he threw everything behind him, and pulled Riho with nervousness and worry. He asked anxiously, "Mom, uncle... why is he sick, has he taken medicine? Now, is he better?" At the end, his eyes were still slightly red, He looked like he was about to cry.

After all, he is still a three-year-old child, no matter how stable and mature he behaved in the daytime, like a little cool brother, he will still panic like an ordinary child at this time.

What's more, when Xiaohui was nearly one year old, Riho also fell ill in bed and became unconscious. Even though the memory of that time was already blurred in his mind, the sad feeling in his heart at that time was still deeply in her heart. It touched Xiaohui's heart, so that now when he heard the news of Naoya's illness, and then thought of Naoya's "broken appointment" this time, he felt more and more uneasy.

"Don't worry, Xiaohui, don't worry." Seeing this, Zhenwang quickly hugged Xiaohui, patted him on the back softly as a comfort, and said in a gentle voice, "Your uncle is much better, but now he needs to calm down quietly. Rest and recuperate, but don't worry, I believe that your uncle will be fully recovered in a short time, after the uncle's illness is completely cured, we will go to play with him, okay?"

"Hmm..." Xiaohui hugged Riho's neck and buried her head in the hollow of her shoulder. After a short while of silence, her immature voice sounded again, and she asked tentatively, "Mom, Can I just... go see my uncle now?"

Riho was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Shier beside him.

Shier, who watched the whole process by the side, couldn't help but sigh again in his heart that his little boy really likes Naoya, and he doesn't know what kind of sugar-coated bullets Naoya gave him so that he can't forget it so much.

"What's the matter?" Received Riho's gaze, Shier didn't hesitate much, looked at Xiaohui who was in Riho's arms and turned her gaze to him, with big emerald eyes shining, full of apprehension and expectation, But he pursed his lips tightly, showing a little stubborn expression, raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his lips and nodded, "If you want to go, then go."

"Will this...will disturb Naoya's rest?" Riho asked with some concern. Although she knew Xiaohui's sensible personality very well, no matter how well-behaved Xiaohui was, she was only in her early three years old, and she was not good at physical coordination. The control is not yet complete, it is inevitable that one inattentive will inadvertently affect Naoya who is recovering from illness.

"It's okay, I think if that kid hadn't had a sincere hope to watch over him, he would probably have been lying down impatiently." Hearing this, Shi Er snorted. He said he knew it well, but he could roughly guess it, "Youhui is watching from the side, maybe that kid can be more peaceful, not to mention..."

As he said that, Shi Er squinted his eyes, shifted his gaze to Xiao Hui in Risui's arms, half-bent his legs, looked at her, and said in a deep voice, "Listen, when the time comes, I will take you to see your uncle." , you have to protect him there, if there is a strange white-haired bastard trying to approach him, you must stop it immediately, and remember to call me."

"Pfft, Shier..." Seeing the other party ordering some messy things with Xiaohui in a serious manner, Riho couldn't help but feel a little funny for a while, especially when he heard the gnashing of teeth in Shier's words, "white-haired bastard" ' At that time, I couldn't help laughing out loud, looking at Xiaohui who also nodded seriously in her arms, as if she had really remembered what Shier said in her heart, she couldn't help but smiled helplessly, "There's no need to do this Well, Wu-kun is also worried about Naoya."

"Tch," Shi'er let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, noncommittal to Riho's words, and just said coldly, "I've never seen someone so worried that he slapped someone directly."

Thinking of Gojo Satoru's sudden behavior after Naoya woke up, Riho was a little bit out of character for a moment, not that he had any colored glasses on this kind of behavior, but a little bit of emotion in his heart-the children nowadays are really bold, thinking back to their time When I was a student, I couldn't help but blush even when I held hands for the first time.

"In that case... okay", seeing that Shi Er already had an idea in his heart, and Xiao Hui looked at her expectantly, Riho nodded, hugged Xiao Hui and smiled and said, "Then, After Xiaohui has gone, you must obediently listen to what my uncle says, and absolutely don't disturb my uncle's rest, okay?"

"Yeah!" I saw the same Xiaohui nodded seriously, and promised, "I will definitely protect my uncle!" His expression was serious, as if he was taking an important oath, only matched with his still The pink and tender face with a bit of baby fat makes people feel that the contrast is so cute. After seeing it, people can't help but want to reach out and pinch his agitated cheeks.

Naoya is no exception.

Especially when Xiaohui said these words to him personally, and the protagonist in the words was also him.

"Xiaohui..." Naoya blinked his eyes, and his heart was gradually filled with a rush of warmth, like a trickle of warmth, slowly flowing from the heart to the limbs, and finally straight There was a trace of hot soreness in the eye sockets, and the corner of his mouth restrained his desire to raise his eyebrows, and his eyebrows and eyes were bent.

Gently picked Xiaohui up from the bedside, hugged her into her arms, rubbed Xiaohui's messy, somewhat hard hair, and said softly, "Thank you, Xiaohui was like a little warrior just now, really amazing."

"Yeah!" Xiao Hui blushed slightly, and replied excitedly, but then he seemed to remember something, his expression paused, and he hurriedly wanted to avoid Naoya's embrace in a panic, but he didn't dare to use any force. Shi Shi was at a loss, he could only look up at Naoya with his little head, and said with a little nervousness, "Uncle, you should let me go, don't hug me too tightly."

"What's the matter?" Naoya let go of Xiaohui according to his words, but his expression was a little puzzled, "Is it because my uncle hugged me too tightly, making you feel uncomfortable?" As he said, Naoya recalled the strength just now, and he did not It didn't take much effort.

"No." Seeing Xiaohui waving her little hands anxiously, she hastily explained, "Mom said, your illness is not completely cured yet, I'm worried that I'm too heavy and will press you down and affect your rest."

After finishing speaking, Xiaohui grasped her little hand tightly, curled up and retracted it into her arms, and distanced herself slightly from Naoya, as if in his eyes, Naoya had become a glass man who could break at the touch of a touch, and could not be touched. After all this, he still tensed up his small eyebrows, and secretly glanced back at Shi'er who was standing behind the end of the bed. Seeing that Shi'er was also looking at him with his chest crossed, he quickly turned his head back.

Although I often feel that my father is unreliable and always bullies and teases him, but now, Xiaohui is also a little worried that if she accidentally does something wrong, the other party will take him away immediately, and he will not be allowed to be with Xiaohui again. Uncle for company.

Naoya lowered his head to look at Xiaohui, then looked at Shier standing at the end of the bed like a ghostly god, guessing in his heart that the other party probably said something to the child that shouldn't be said, so he gave Shir a hard look. Just stroked Xiaohui's soft cheek again, and said in a warm voice, "Don't worry, Xiaohui, my uncle has almost recovered from his illness, and besides, Xiaohui is so light that he won't press down on my uncle at all. If you don't believe me, you can ask what you really want." Auntie?"

"...Really?" Xiaohui blinked her eyes, turned her head to look at Zhen Wang who was standing on the other side with some hesitation, saw that the other party smiled and nodded to him, and the worries in her heart dissipated After going a lot, he put his hands on his chest and let out a long sigh of relief, "Huh, that's good..."

"Pfft," seeing that Xiao Hui was so nervous about his 'condition' like a little adult, Naoya couldn't help showing a smile from his nasal cavity, he pulled Xiao Hui to his pillow, raised his brows, and asked with a light smile , "Xiaohui, do you want to try to sleep with my uncle tonight?"

"Is it possible?" Hearing this, Xiaohui's eyes lit up immediately, but her expression still suppressed her excitement, and she didn't show much ups and downs. Only her clenched little hands, together with his radiant green eyes, exposed his current situation. I thought, "Really, can I sleep with my uncle?"

"Of course." Seeing Zhen Wang's worried and disapproving eyes from the corner of his eyes, Naoza waved his hands in a hurry, looked at Xiao Hui lying beside his pillow, and said softly, "My uncle made a slip of the tongue before, really. I'm sorry, I couldn't come to see you as promised, so I want to make up for Xiaohui today, and spend more time with Xiaohui, will Xiaohui accept it?"

"Yes!" Xiaohui replied immediately, if he wasn't lying on the side of Zhizai's pillow, he might still be able to raise his little hand, then gently hugged Zhizai, buried his little head in Zhizai's arms, and said sullenly, "I didn't Blame my uncle, and...my uncle is sick, there is nothing I can do, it's very hard to be sick."

"Uncle knows that Xiaohui has always been sensible," Naoya smiled, rubbing Xiaohui's head, "so it is uncle himself who wants to compensate Xiaohui."

"...Well," Xiao Hui murmured in Naoya's arms for a long while, "Uncle, let me tell you, I can summon Jade Dog now, it's been a long time! I'll show you this next time, okay?"

"Okay, uncle is looking forward to it." Naoya replied with a smile.

"By the way... Uncle, why did your hair turn white?" Xiaohui raised her head and asked curiously.

"This? This is what my uncle dyed like this before. I want to give Xiaohui a surprise. How about it? Does it look good?"

"Well, it looks good, as if... covered by snow."

"really? Haha......"

......

Seeing this situation, Zhenwang and Shier at the side looked at each other, and in the joy of Naoya and Xiaohui, they quietly exited the room without making a sound, leaving the rest of the time to the pair of uncles and nephews.

Until night falls.

After everyone fell asleep, and Xiaohui fell into a dark dreamland obediently and quietly, a figure quietly appeared beside Naoya's bed.

He stared at Naoya's peaceful sleeping face for a long time, and after about half a quarter of an hour, he slowly stretched out his white and slender fingertips, and gently caressed Naoya's thin cheeks.

"Naoya..."

A deep murmur quietly diffused in the room filled with moonlight.