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After that day, Hu Zhe never showed up from school again, and Ye Hanzheng still called Master Lu Mingxiao, but his voice was much softer when there were people.

In the blink of an eye it was winter vacation, Lu Mingxiao finally didn't have to get up early, and slept until two or three o'clock in the afternoon wrapped in a quilt, even if he woke up, he didn't want to get up.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Master doesn't like to leave the room when it's cold, like a small animal that only hibernates."

Animals that hibernate?

Ye Hanzheng was lying at the door of the bedroom, and saw Lu Mingxiao lying on the big soft bed, his straight nose sunk into the pillow, his hair was a bit messy, blocking a pair of particularly beautiful eyes, not like a polar bear, nor like a cold snake, on the contrary Like a big cat, curled up in the warm blanket, lazily.

Shhh, you can't call Big Cat in front of him, he sure doesn't like it.

"Han Zheng."

The housekeeper called him downstairs, holding a note in his hand: "Do you still remember Boss Long?"

Ye Hanzheng ran down: "Remember, Uncle Long Ge sent me here."

The housekeeper handed him the note: "Boss Long called just now, saying that your uncle and aunt missed you. Originally, the phone was reserved for Mr. Ke Wen, but since you separated, let me pass it to you." He took out his phone and asked, "Will you call?"

Ye Hanzheng shook his head, and the butler said, "Then let me teach you, if you miss them in the future, you can call them."

Ye Hanzheng said thank you, and watched carefully how the butler dialed Uncle Chen for him.

"Hello? Who is it?"

The butler handed him the phone, turned around and left, Ye Hanzheng stood at the stairs and said happily, "Uncle, it's me."

"Hanzheng?" Uncle Chen yelled in surprise, then turned his head and shouted outside: "It's Hanzheng's call, come in quickly." Ten seconds later, Aunt Wang also ran over, sticking to the phone and asking, "Hanzheng Zheng, is it okay in the city?"

Ye Hanzheng said, "Okay, where are Uncle and Aunt?"

"Okay, okay, everything is fine." Aunt Wang asked, "Where's your father? Does he treat you well?"

Ye Hanzheng hesitated for a few seconds, lowered his eyes and said, "Well... Dad is also very good to me."

Aunt Wang was relieved: "That's good, is there...is there anyone else in your father's house? I left in such a hurry last time that Auntie didn't come to ask clearly."

Ye Hanzheng said: "There is a housekeeper, there are grandfather...grandparents and...an elder brother."

"Ah? And brother?" Aunt Wang was a little worried: "How old is it?"

"We are in the same grade."

"Hey, your father is really outrageous." Aunt Wang thought that Father Ye had fucked two women at the same time, and cursed a few words angrily, and became even more worried: "Then did your brother bully you?"

"No." Ye Hanzheng said, "My brother is very kind to me. We go to school together and play games together."

Only then did Aunt Wang feel relieved and asked him to put on more clothes. Ye Hanzheng bit the corner of his mouth and said in a tight voice, listening to her babble.

"Eh."

"I miss you a little bit."

This sentence instantly made Aunt Wang's eyes red. They have been closer than their relatives for so many years, and said with a sob: "Auntie misses you too. When I have time, uncle and auntie will go over there to see you."

It's easy to say, but Uncle Chen and his wife are already in their sixties and have never traveled far, so it is unrealistic to come here.

Ye Hanzheng smiled and said: "No, I'd better wait until I grow up and go back to see you and bring you something delicious." The three of them said a few more words before hanging up the phone reluctantly.

It snowed again this morning, covering the ground like goose feathers. Ye Hanzheng stared out the window in a daze. After a few minutes, he remembered to return the phone to the housekeeper. When he turned around, he was so scared that he dropped the phone on the ground.

Lu Mingxiao woke up at some point, and stood on the steps behind him. He must have been here for a long time, listening to his phone calls all the time.

"Master..."

"fraud."

Ye Hanzheng wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to say it. He really lied to his uncle and aunt. He didn't want them to worry about him, so he wanted to pretend that nothing happened and asked, "Master, are you eating?"

Lu Mingxiao said angrily, "Am I a pig?"

"what?"

"Aside from eating and sleeping all day long, don't you know how to do anything else?" Ye Hanzheng was used to him getting up every time he woke up fiercely, so he followed him and said, "Then what does the young master want to do?"

"I don't know." Lu Mingxiao put his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants: "Think about it, and let me know when you think about it."

When the weather is not so cold, Lu Mingxiao will go out to play football. Although the snow has just stopped, but there is no time to clean it up, it must be inconvenient to run. Ye Hanzheng picks up the phone and returns it to the housekeeper, and then goes to the restaurant to tell the servant auntie to make something to eat .He seldom played in the past, and spent most of his time doing homework or helping Aunt Wang sweep the floor and doing housework. If it snowed, he would wear thick clothes. He would go to the surrounding farmland with Uncle Chen to catch sparrows and take a bowl. The yellow millet tied a long wool rope to the branch, put the bamboo basket on the open snow, and then hid far away, waiting for the very hungry little sparrow to get under the bamboo basket, and then slammed into the bamboo basket. Pull the branch and the little guy is caught.

As Ye Hanzheng said this, his eyes sparkled, Lu Mingxiao frowned and looked out, and followed him to the yard.

"Catch it."

The housekeeper had all the necessary tools ready, and Ye Hanzheng ran to an open field with a bamboo basket, followed the steps taught by Uncle Chen, set up the trap bit by bit, and then lay quietly in the snow, not daring to breathe, luckily Now the sun is out, it's not that cold, it's okay to lie down for a while.

"Young master, do you think he can catch it?" The housekeeper took a coat and put it on Lu Mingxiao's body. He was really afraid of the cold, so he just stood at the door.

"I can catch a ghost, I haven't seen many birds in summer, let alone winter."

"Then why did the young master let him out?"

Lu Mingxiao was cruel and cruel: "It's okay to be idle, and watch live performances."

The butler couldn't help laughing.

Lu Mingxiao raised his head and stared at him: "What are you laughing at?"

The housekeeper said: "I also heard Han Zheng talking on the phone, he seems to be homesick."

Lu Mingxiao said, "So what?"

The housekeeper said: "The young master is afraid that he will be sad if he continues to think about it? That's why he asked him to find something to do to distract him."

Lu Mingxiao turned around and left: "Don't fart, I just have nothing to do."

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Ye Hanzheng did not catch anything. Lu Mingxiao had already entered the room, sitting on the sofa wrapped in a thick blanket and watching TV. He was watching financial news. Let alone whether he understands it or not, he looks pretty. serious.

When Ye Hanzheng came in, his face was flushed, and the top of his head was still steaming. He didn't catch the sparrow, but helped the housekeeper and servants clean up the yard. Lu Mingxiao glanced at him, turned off the TV and wanted to go upstairs to sleep, Ye Hanzheng yelled Young master, hurry over here.

Lu Mingxiao asked: "What are you doing?"

"This is for you." He folded his eyes and cupped his hands, in the palm of which stood a chubby little bird made of snow, looking silly.