"Little boy, listen, this Xiao family is a big family, you have to hold on, don't get tired after working for two days!" Xiao Wu's mother warned while helping her son prepare the baggage.
Nine-year-old Xiao Wu blinked and looked at his five-year-old brother and three-year-old sister taking out their infant sister.
He had a hunch that no matter how hard it was over there, it wouldn't be as hard as staying at home.
Because Xiao Wu's father was a servant of the Xiao family and was quite good at life, he immediately pushed his son out as soon as the young master was born, and the position of the young master's playmate was determined.
The young Xiao Wu came to the Xiao family carrying a burden and his mother's instructions.
When he first saw the swaddled baby, Xiao Wu was very experienced. Considering that he personally took care of many younger brothers and sisters in his family, his sophistication immediately won over all the nannies.
The young master is so cute, better behaved than any of his younger siblings. I really want to hold and tease him like this for the rest of my life.
This idea stopped when the young master was three years old.
After he was three years old, the young master made all kinds of troubles. He either threw things at himself or bit him. Poor Xiao Wu would be seriously injured even after being comforted.
And then...it gets intensified year by year.
If it is calculated in terms of lost things. When he was three years old, he lost paper; when he was four years old, he lost a brush; when he was five years old, he lost an inkstone; when he was six years old, he lost a chair...
Xiao Wu serves his young master every day and feels that he has aged by ten years rapidly. He has become as powerless as an old man.
Not to mention that the young master got into a fight later. He didn't like to bring more people, and he had to mess with the bunch of servants every time. It would be better for him to fight one by himself and leave him alone to face the group.
Just when Xiao Wu was thinking about his life, looking at a certain table and touching his scars, wondering whether he should just pack up and run away, the young master met a little girl when he was seven years old.
The girl was pink and delicate, and looked very lovable. Although the young master always wanted to embarrass her, the table never came over.
Xiao Wu thought there was a chance, so he gave up the idea of accepting the burden. Not to mention, the monthly money he had received in the past few years was quite a lot, and he was not happy if it just slipped away like this.
Once the matter of collecting the baggage was shelved, he took no further action. On the contrary, Xiao Wu himself became more and more accustomed to this kind of life. He was not used to being kicked twice when he occasionally annoyed his young master.
Habits are a very scary thing. Once the servility increases, it really can't go away...