"Birthday? I just said that casually, where is my birthday today? Have you forgotten that my birthday just happened last month?"
Huo Buxiu said matter-of-factly.
"If you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, will Miss Duan know? Master, just listen to me, you must be right!"
...
At this time, Duan Qingyao, who was completely unaware of the investigation, was thinking about what gift to give to Huo Buxiu.
It was okay when I didn't know. Now that I know it's his birthday, I live and eat in Zhuangzi for free. If I don't express anything, it really can't be justified.
After thinking about it, Duan Qingyao decided to paint a portrait of her!
Fortunately, I have learned sketching and my portraits are pretty good.
"Miss Duan!"
While Duan Qingyao was painting, Miss Ruoyu came uninvited.
"What are you drawing?" Geili website m.
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Miss Ruoyu said as she came behind Duan Qingyao.
Seeing the lifelike Huo Buxiu on the drawing paper, I was so surprised that I couldn't open my mouth from ear to ear.
"Isn't this our father?"
"Does the painting look similar?"
Huo Buxiu just shaved off his beard today, and his appearance is a bit vague in the impression.
But as I was drawing, another figure suddenly appeared in front of me.
She shook her head, what was wrong with her? She was so good, why did she think of Jun Yanan?
How can it be possible for people who can't even hit each other with eight poles?
"It looks like! It's so similar! If I see it, I will be very happy!"
Duan Qingyao felt relieved when she heard Miss Ruoyu's words. She was also worried that her gift was too light.
"Miss Duan, what do you think of our father?"
"You're asking me? Don't you know better than me?"
Duan Qingyao was so focused that he didn't understand what Miss Ruoyu meant between the lines.
"Isn't there a saying that goes, the authorities are blind to the beholder, that's why I want to ask you!"
"Uncle, after shaving his beard, he looks pretty good, has a bright mind, and is very loyal. He is a good man!"
"that's all?"
Miss Ruoyu hoped to find out more from Duan Qingyao, but Duan Qingyao did not say another word.
"Actually, our father is also a poor man! Did you know? My mother passed away very early. When he was young, no one ever celebrated his birthday. It wasn't until he came to Taoyuan Villa that we forced him to celebrate his birthday.
Birthday! Although I didn’t say anything, we all could see that he was still very touched!"
Sure enough, every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite!
"If I knew that you had prepared such a special birthday gift for him, I would be very happy!"
While talking, Duan Qingyao had already finished a sketch.
"When the painting is done, take it to your father!",
Duan Qingyao rolled up the painting and wrapped it with a red ribbon.
But Ruoyu put her hands behind her back and stared at the scroll like a hot potato, refusing to take it.
"Miss Duan, it would be more sincere to give this gift yourself! If I personally take the gift from your hands, he will definitely be happier!"
"Do you need to be so particular? It's not like celebrating your birthday!"
Duan Qingyao muttered a few words. If it were her, she would be equally happy as long as she received a gift, no matter whether it was delivered by hand or by courier.
"Miss Duan, you should go and deliver it in person. I seem to be in the house right now! I think about it, I still have a lot of things to do! After all, today is my birthday!"
Since she was going to act, of course she had to act in full, why couldn't she go to the kitchen right away and prepare a table of good wine and food?
After leaving these words, Miss Ruoyu ran away quickly.
Duan Qingyao looked at the scroll in her hand and let out a breath. Well, she couldn't do things halfway, so she would personally deliver the painting to Huo Buxiu.
"Uncle?"
"Uncle, are you in the house?"
"It's strange, this door is open, how come there's no one there?"
Without waiting for a response, Duan Qingyao crept into the room. She originally planned to put the scroll on the table quietly, but when Huo Buxiu came back, she naturally saw it!
"who?"
"Uncle, it's me!"
Before he finished speaking, a sharp sword was placed on his neck.
"What are you doing sneakily when you have nothing to do?"
After confirming that the person in front of him was Duan Qingyao, Huo Buxiu put down his sword.
Everyone in Zhuangzi knew that he liked peace and quiet, and without his permission, one could never enter his yard, let alone his house.
But he actually forgot that Duan Qingyao was not a member of Zhuangzi and did not know his unwritten rules at all.
"Who is being sneaky? I called several times, but you didn't answer me!"
Duan Qingyao didn't recite this pot, it seemed like she was being a thief.
Duan Qingyao turned around and saw that Huo Buxiu was wearing nothing on his upper body. Out of politeness, she quickly turned around.
"You put your clothes on first!"
Huo Buxiu suddenly had a plan in mind, "You came just in time. I don't know why my wound always feels uncomfortable. Please help me take a look!"
Since he was seeking medical advice, as Huo Buxiu's chief physician, Duan Qingyao certainly had no reason to refuse.
"What's wrong with your wound? Let me take a look!"
Duan Qingyao put down the scroll in his hand and carefully untied the gauze wrapped around Huo Buxiu's chest.
"The wound is healing very well. It may be scabbing, so you feel a little painful and itchy now. It's okay. I'll give you some ointment. You can bear it for two days and you'll be fine!"
As Duan Qingyao spoke, he took out a white medicine bottle from the bag he carried with him.
"Other girls carry sachets, gold, silver and jewelry with them, but you are the only one who carries medicine with you!"
"So that's someone else, not me!"
Duan Qingyao carefully applied medicine to Huo Buxiu and warned carefully: "You must remember that before the wound is healed, do not touch the water and keep it dry! Otherwise, it will become inflamed and suppurative!"
"But, I need to take a shower!"
Huo Buxiu is a clean person. If he doesn't take a shower for a day, he will feel uncomfortable all over.
"There are so many servants in Zhuangzi, why don't you just let them help you!"
In Duan Qingyao's view, this is not a problem at all!
What kind of young master doesn't have a few personal maids to serve him? Huo Buxiu is the only one who does everything by himself, without any airs of a young master.
If he hadn't seen him sitting in such a big village with his own eyes, he would have almost thought that he was just an unknown commoner!
"You don't know, I'm not used to having other people around me! Let alone letting him help me bathe and change clothes!"
Huo Buxiu answered confidently, but Duan Qingyao disagreed, "Are you sure? I think you can handle me very easily!"
That's right! Huo Buxiu stared at Duan Qingyao with burning eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "You are an exception!"