Ye Dong smiled, asked Fang Xiaohu to sit down, pointed at the pimples on Fang Xiaohu's face, and said with a smile: "Youth and beauty, haha, I have had pimples before. The name of pimples is nice, but there is nothing wrong with it.
Beautiful, I just have a bottle of cream that can smooth acne, so I gave it to you."
As Ye Dong said this, he flipped his hand over and found an exquisite small porcelain vase in his palm. He stretched out his hand and handed it to Fang Xiaohu.
Fang Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, then took the small porcelain bottle and said with surprise on his face: "Thank you, Brother Ye, this gift is so thoughtful."
While joking, the two settled their old feud. In order not to disturb the old man's rest, Fang Xiaohu enthusiastically led them out of the small courtyard and into the large courtyard outside.
"Brother Ye, I admire people with real abilities the most in my life. I am determined to make you my friend."
When he arrived at the compound, Fang Xiaohu was called by the nanny outside, saying that the head teacher had called him and asked him to pick it up. Fang Xiaohu waved his hand impatiently and said, "I know, I'll go right away."
He turned to Ye Dong and smiled again: "Brother Ye, you and Sister Shasha go to his room to rest for a while. I'll answer the phone and chat with you later."
Ye Dong smiled and said, "You don't have to accompany me. It'll be nice if Director Fang is with me. If you have something to do, just go and do it. The old man will wake up naturally in two hours. Then we can go see him again."
Fang Xiaohu nodded: "Okay, Brother Ye listens to you." The changes one after another are like two people.
Ye Dong was led by Fang Dusha to the easternmost room. Fang Dusha was very familiar with it. She took out the key from Xiao Kun's bag and opened the door quickly.
"Please come in, my great doctor." Fang Dusha playfully made an invitation gesture to Ye Dong.
Ye Dong walked into the room without any pretense.
The decoration in the entire room is all warm tones, with pink floor-to-ceiling curtains and pink sofa covers. The bed is large and the headboard is carved with exquisite patterns. This is a typical girl's boudoir, if it is the only one.
The only difference is the exaggeratedly large bookcase near the corner.
Fang Dusha closed the door behind her and said apologetically: "This room was specially decorated for me by my aunt. However, I have lived in my uncle's house for a long time and my time here can only be counted. There may be something strange in the room."
I hope you don’t mind the smell.”
Fang Dusha put on her slippers and helped Ye Dong take out a pair of disposable slippers. Then she quickly came to the window, opened the curtains, and opened the window to ventilate the room.
Ye Dong smiled and put on his slippers, strolled to the sofa, sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and came to the bookcase.
Seeing Ye Dong's butt touching the sofa and standing up, Fang Dusha felt embarrassed. Logically speaking, her room would be cleaned by a nanny every three to five days, so there should be no dust on the sofa.
right.
In fact, Ye Dong really didn't mind that the sofa was dirty. He saw a book in the bookcase. Holding an ancient book in his hand, Ye Dong smiled at Fang Dusha: "I didn't expect you also collected a book.
The traditional version of the Tao Te Ching, this is a good thing, be sure to lend it to me."
Fang Dusha was relieved. It turned out that she had made a false alarm. She took out a pink pajamas from the closet and walked to the bathroom.
"You sit down casually for now, go get what you want to drink from the refrigerator, I'll take a shower first, and we'll talk later."
Fang Dusha came to the door of the bathroom, put the orange strappy sandals gently towards the door, hummed a song with her bare feet, and walked into the bathroom.
Ye Dong held the Tao Te Ching in his hand and sat down on the sofa. He gently touched the light yellow paper pages with his fingers and looked at the complicated fonts on it. Ye Dong's thoughts were flying.
My junior uncle also had such a copy of the Traditional Chinese "Tao Te Ching". Ye Dong was only three years old when he first recited the Tao Te Ching with his junior uncle, but he had already started to remember things by that time.
A red sun, a beach, a rock, two figures, one big and one small, facing the rising sun in the morning and the sea breeze, I started my daily morning reading.
"The Tao can be the Tao, but it is not the eternal Tao. The name can be named, but it is not the eternal name. The nameless is the beginning of all things..."
Snap!
"Xiaodong, you memorized a wrong word again. I hope this mark will be slapped on your hand and imprinted on your heart..."
"Uncle Master, I know I was wrong."
"Very good, continue reciting."
At that time, the young master was very strict with Ye Dong. However, as Ye Dong grew up, among the four masters, the young master was the most tolerant of Ye Dong.
"Uncle, don't worry, I will be back to the island in one month."
Ye Dong stared at the light yellow pages and said to himself with a smile: "It's just that when I go back this time, what color pajamas should I buy for my uncle? Is red better? Or white?
?The pink one seems pretty good too.”
"Hey? Big pervert, I didn't expect you to laugh so obscenely while looking at this book of Tao Te Ching." Fang Dusha stood at the door of the bathroom and laughed angrily.
Ye Dong turned around to look, his eyes couldn't help but light up.
Arriving at the sofa, Fang Dusha sat down next to Ye Dong, her eyes curiously looking at the "Tao Te Ching" held by Ye Dong.
The two of them were silent, not speaking, all looking at the "Tao Te Ching" in front of them. From the side, they looked like a young couple reading a book together.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
