Everyone carried Zhang Xutang into the hotel. The courtyard inside was deep, the hall was wide, and there were twenty-four rooms for accommodation. Many yellow and white chrysanthemums were planted along the corridor, and they were in full bloom.
The guards and waiters swarmed in, buzzing around Zhang Xutang.
They first sent him into the room, where he lay down on a high bed and soft pillows. Then they made him tea and porridge, and finally made Zhang Xutang's horses and guards feel at home.
After everyone has dispersed, the sky will be bright in half an hour.
Zhang Xutang also fell asleep.
A boy emerged from the miscellaneous room next to the stable, ran a few steps in the courtyard, and saw a sparrow landing among the flowers, so he tiptoed to catch it.
But his movements were still too heavy, and after just two or three steps, the sparrows flew away.
He watched with disappointment as the birds flapped their wings and flew away in the air, raising their heads and faces until the small black dots turned into sparrows disappeared, then they lowered their heads.
This gray boy is none other than Song Qinghui.
The clothes he wore were also covered in black and gray, and they didn't fit him well. The top was tight, but the trousers were a lot too long. They were tied around his ankles with ropes, and his shoes were so hung up that he couldn't lift them in at all.
He is completely different from the clean and fragrant Song family uncle, and has become a complete idiot.
Without the sparrow, he squatted dejectedly beside the chrysanthemum bonsai, sticking his buttocks out and digging out the ant holes.
As a result, my buttocks were stuck out too high, and I accidentally rolled my head down on the ground. My head hit the bluestone board hard, and it suddenly became red and swollen, and a layer of oily skin was broken.
Sitting on the ground, he cried twice, blinked two huge tears, and called his sister in his heart.
Don't shout out, otherwise you will be slapped in the mouth.
Whether it was a slap in the mouth or a wound on his forehead, it was very painful for him. He sat quietly on the ground and pressed the injured area with his hand. He followed the example of his family members and comforted himself: "It won't hurt if you touch it."
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After enduring the pain, he fiddled with the ants on the ground and whispered, "Are you also lost?"
No one answered. Everyone in the hotel was very busy. The kitchen was filled with steam and white smoke. Hot water was boiling and old soup was being stewed. The guards gathered together to discuss how to serve Zhang Xu well.
This is the great Buddha.
They acted lively, but spoke softly and moved lightly, not daring to disturb Zhang Xutang's sleep.
Even the birds seemed to be infected by the frantic atmosphere and stopped chirping.
The eyes are extremely busy, but the ears are extremely quiet.
Song Qinghui couldn't understand this confusion. He sat on the steps in the corner, his elbows on his knees, his cheeks in his hands, and he began to miss home seriously.
A cat jumped down from the fence, gracefully walked to his feet, meowed twice delicately, raised its tail and began to rub around his legs. After rubbing against him, it jumped onto the steps and sat down dignifiedly.
Next to him, he dozed with his head crossed.
And Song Qinghui just kept sitting like this, as if he could sit there forever.
In the stable, a man in short tawny clothes was holding a shovel and shoveled a cart of horse manure from the stable, spread it out in the sun, and once it dried, it could be used to make a fire.
After finishing his work and washing his hands, he came out to find Song Qinghui.
Song Qinghui didn't run around, he sat obediently on the steps, broke off a bamboo branch and wrote his name on the ground.
The groom strode over, took the bamboo branch from his hand, and said solemnly: "Back!"
Song Qinghui's hands and lips began to tremble, and he began to recite in a low voice: "You can't write, you can't call me sister, you can't run around, you can't cry...Don't hit me, it hurts so much...
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Bamboo branches hit him all over his head and face, and he kept reciting in the burning pain. The person who hit him knew that he was a fool, so he was not moved by him, but struck harder.
It is precisely because he doesn't understand anything that we have to beat him until he is afraid and until he is obedient.
While Song Qinghui was sobbing, Zhang Xutang's violent voice came from the house where he lived: "It's so noisy so early in the morning! Get out of here and see how I deal with you!"
The groom immediately and tremblingly carried Song Qinghui through the door to plead guilty. Song Qinghui staggered across the high threshold, and the door was quietly closed.
"Come here, my gold medal for immunity from death." As soon as Zhang Xutang saw Song Qinghui, he turned his anger into a smile and waved to him.
The groom, on the other hand, stood respectfully at the door, treating himself as a stone.
Song Qinghui's mind was not strong enough to handle the situation in front of him.
He looked panicked, took a step back, and looked at Zhang Xutang in fear: "Who are you? Are you going to hit me too?"
Zhang Xutang smiled and teased him forward like a cat or a dog: "I am the elder brother. I rode in the carriage with your sister and gave you sweets."
Song Qinghui suddenly realized it, and at the same time, he quickly lost his guard after hearing the word sister, and walked forward until he reached Zhang Xutang.
After walking over, he quietly looked at the groom standing at the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was motionless.
Zhang Xutang noticed his fear and found it very interesting.
All of Song Qinghui's reactions came from the heart, without the slightest conspiracy or calculation. He was like a soft and cute kitten, ready to be slaughtered.
Smiling, she pulled him to her side: "Your sister has had a hard time looking for you."
Hearing this, Song Qinghui burst into tears and became closer to Zhang Xutang: "Have you seen my sister? Where is she? I want to find her. I didn't go to Gu's father-in-law's house. She must be very anxious.
, I’m so scared too.”
Zhang Xutang replied meaningfully: "I already told her you were here, and she said she would come to pick you up."
"Thank you, brother!" Song Qinghui's tears stopped, and his face turned red with joy, and he asked cautiously, "Brother, can you send me to my sister's place? I miss my sister, and my grandma and the others so much.
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Zhang Xutang opened the quilt and showed him his legs: "My legs are broken and I can't go anywhere."
Song Qinghui took a look and saw that the leg was indeed splinted, so he quickly covered him with the quilt.
"It must be very painful. Don't be afraid, brother. Grandma said that no matter what kind of injury it is, it will get better as time goes by."
When his mood calmed down, he noticed that a large part of his wrist was exposed, and he quickly reached out and quietly grabbed his sleeve.
Mrs. Song has always taught him to be disheveled and not to meet people. Now when he sees Zhang Xutang like this, he feels very embarrassed.
Zhang Xutang was comforted by his childlike words, and his heart was filled with joy.
Song Qinghui's big eyes are exactly the same in shape as Song Huiyue's, and even his face is very soft, somewhat feminine.
He teased Song Qinghui as if he was secretly teasing Song Huiyue.
At the same time, there is also the joy of revenge.
"You bitch, if you bully me, I will bully your brother!"
He grabbed a piece of peanut cake and handed it to him: "Want to eat it? Kitten."
"I'm not a kitten," Song Qinghui corrected him seriously, then looked at the peanut candy cake eagerly, "I want to eat it."
Zhang Xutang laughed: "Tell me if my sister is bad, and I'll give it to you."