Standing by the window, Feng Yi tilted his head and played with the rainbow card in his hand. The sound of waiting for a call came from the phone. Feng Yi, who rarely felt nervous, felt a little nervous at this moment.
"Hello? Hello?" The call was connected, but the voice of a mature middle-aged man came from the other end of the phone.
Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, but in the end he just sighed, his eyes full of helplessness. Did this child even write his own phone number wrong?
"I'm sorry, I called the wrong number." Feng Yi finished speaking and was about to hang up the phone.
"Please wait a moment, sir." The middle-aged man stopped Feng Yi from hanging up the phone and said politely, "Sir, are you Mr. Feng?"
Feng Yi was stunned for a moment and looked at the cute rainbow business card. Was he summoning the janitor when he was summoning the elf?
"Hello, I'm Feng Yi."
"Are you really Mr. Feng Yi?" The surprise in the middle-aged man's voice was obvious.
"It's me."
"I finally got your call, Mr. Feng Yi, I have been waiting for your call."
"What's wrong?"
"If I guessed correctly, you should have used the phone number on the business card to find me?"
"right."
"Hello, Mr. Feng Yi, please allow me to introduce myself. I am the housekeeper of Young Master Nan Xiaonan's family. My name is Zhang Quan."
"Hello."
"First of all, I'm sorry. The phone number on the business card is not the young master's number. The young master's handmade business card was copied according to the template I wrote to the young master. The phone number on it is my phone number." The housekeeper laughed with laughter.
With a bit of a smile, "The original intention is that the young master can contact me with the help of friendly people next to him if necessary. I didn't expect that the young master would send his business card out to find Mr. Feng Yi."
Feng Yi couldn't help but laugh. I'm afraid Nan Xiaonan himself had been looking forward to it, but he didn't expect that he sent the wrong call from the beginning.
"The young master has been looking forward to Mr. Feng Yi's contact. The second young master prepared a mobile phone for the young master to carry with him. During this time, the young master can't help but look at the mobile phone." The butler said without even noticing it.
When talking about Nan Xiaonan, he can't help but say a few more words.
"Really?" Feng Yi seemed to be able to imagine the child doing this, and his mood improved inexplicably. Even today's slightly gloomy weather couldn't stop his good mood.
"After I hang up the phone, I will send you the young master's mobile phone number as a text message. Can you...can you call the young master again?"
"good."
The butler smiled unconsciously. Although the young master Feng Yi did not leave the young master's contact information at first, which made him instinctively feel a little dissatisfied with the young master he had never met before, he was just a butler. Master
You can't make decisions at home, even so...
"The young master is very sad because he lost your contact information." He did not want the young master to be worried and sad about this person because he knew nothing about it. "The young master has been waiting on the bench in the park for six hours.
, after knowing that I could not contact you, I cried for a long time because I felt sad and depressed, and I was overly sad."
Feng Yi looked at his reflection in the glass and tapped the glass with his fingers. His expression was as perfect as ever, but he could clearly see the guilt and pity shown by himself in the reflection.
"The young master himself is a very delicate and sensitive person, but after crying, he said..."
——It doesn't matter. It doesn't mean that I won't see him again in the future. I will definitely see him again. The promise that I can still find him in the future will not be lost because of time, as long as I remember.
"You are a butler who is very considerate of your master." Feng Yi said.
"Maybe I'm meddling in my own business."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Yi leaned against the wall. The butler hadn't finished what he said, but he could vaguely understand that with just one meeting, he had tasted the sweetness of peace and warmth.
The housekeeper may also have his heart softened by that child.
Maybe he's not special...
As soon as this idea came up, Feng Yi was instantly pinched by himself. What was he thinking? He just met him once, how could he become special so easily...
But……
Hearing the child crying because he could no longer contact him, and searching for her again, he couldn't live up to his feelings. When they made the original agreement, the child was extremely serious.
"You can't break your promise in front of your children." Especially this child.
He needed to apologize to that child. The child took the agreement between them so seriously, but he mixed the purity between them with complexity that should not belong to the child. Since that child gave him the most innocent expectations,
He must also respond equally. The child can accept all emotions easily, and he does not want to bring any burden to him.
Contact him right away. Feng Yi's little mind was beating with anticipation. He really wanted to hear Nan Xiaonan's excited voice.
Feng Yi, who had been waiting for the housekeeper to send the number message, waited for ten minutes...
Twenty minutes later...
Half an hour later...
Feng Yi:?
It's not that the housekeeper forgot to send the text message. If it was for other matters, he might finish sending the text message first, but...
When the butler was about to send a message, he lowered his head and saw Nan Xiaonan standing in front of him holding crayons and drawing paper. Her big watery eyes were the shadow of the butler, waiting for him to hang up the phone. Although the butler did not admit it,
But all his attention was attracted by Nan Xiaonan.
"Has uncle finished the phone call?" Nan Xiaonan asked.
"Yes, young master, do you need help with anything?" The housekeeper couldn't help but soften his voice.
"I'm painting now."
The housekeeper who saw the crayon nodded: "Is there something you don't know how to draw?"
Nan Xiaonan shook his head and said, "I want to know what color uncle likes?"
"Do you have a favorite color? Uncle doesn't have a particular color preference, but..." the housekeeper looked down at Nan Xiaonan's extremely fair face in a cream-yellow T-shirt, "Maybe yellow would look better?"
"Uncle, does he like yellow?"
"Yes." The housekeeper couldn't help but want to rub Nan Xiaonan's soft hair, but unfortunately his status did not allow him to do so.
"Then I will draw the yellow uncle."
The housekeeper was stunned: "Young master, are you trying to draw me?"
"right."
"Since you are painting me, wouldn't black be better?" The butler unconsciously glanced at the man who has always been wearing a suit and leather shoes. The black butler's uniform has always been a common color for him. Shouldn't he be black for the child?
Is it the representative color of ?
"No, I want to paint the color that uncle likes." Nan Xiaonan shook her head, "In this way, everyone will like the color."
As Nan Xiaonan spoke, he opened the drawing paper he was holding and showed it to the butler. When he saw the bright and colorful pictures on it, the butler pondered and carefully distinguished it. It must be said that the young master's painting ability is also very good.
Needs to be improved.
"This is my home." Nan Xiaonan simply sat on the ground and spread out the drawing paper, which forced the housekeeper to sit on the floor as well. Next to Nan Xiaonan, Nan Xiaonan pointed at the drawing paper.
A house made of triangles and rectangles.
"is that so?"
There is an extremely huge window in the house, which takes up almost half of the entire house. In the middle of the window are standing several people: "This is dad, this is mom, this is the eldest brother, this is the second brother, this is me, this is
Grandma, this is the housekeeper uncle, this is the cooking uncle, and this is the sweeping aunt..."
"Am I in there too?" the housekeeper laughed.
"yes."
The housekeeper thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Am I a family member to the young master?"
"Yes." Nan Xiaonan didn't have any curiosity or questions.
The housekeeper smiled unconsciously. Maybe in the young master's mind, people who live together day and night are family members. Simple division is too warm.
Nan Xiaonan took out a yellow crayon and painted the housekeeper's clothes with color, making it a messy mess, but she was very careful not to paint it outside.
"What color pants does uncle like?" Nan Xiaonan asked again.
"Hmm..." Is it about what color pants you like, rather than what kind of pants are suitable for it? "Blue?"
Nan Xiaonan took out the blue paintbrush again and painted blue on her pants. She had a yellow shirt and blue pants. It looked funny and rustic no matter what, but the housekeeper couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, I'm going to find the cooking uncle." Nan Xiaonan finished drawing and ran away holding the drawing paper.
The housekeeper stood up from the ground, straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, and looked at the black suit. How long had it been since he had worn casual clothes? If he had the chance, would he wear casual clothes and take the young master shopping? For example,
Yellow top and blue pants?
The housekeeper remembered that he wanted to send a text message to Feng Yi, and finally smiled evilly. The young master had passed the saddest time, and he was not in a hurry to see Feng Yi now. In this case, it would be better to let Mr. Feng Yi feel it well.
I am so anxious that I can't wait for a while, just wait for him to take the initiative to contact me, at least show that I care about the young master.
His young master is not someone who can be easily bullied.
At this time, teachers from other courses will come over soon. If... there is no contact...
Feng Yi glanced at the schedule worriedly. What happened? Why was the text message promised by the housekeeper never sent?
Feng Yi's patience has always been very good, at least he has never suffered a loss in this regard, but for the first time, Feng Yi feels that being patient is not a good thing. For example, he is very anxious now but can't directly send text messages to urge him. If
What should I do if I act too impatient and annoy the other person?
Finally, he took a deep breath and sat down. Feng Yi couldn't help but chuckle. Look at his frizzy look, he couldn't let others see it casually.
Not letting others know that he is in a hurry is a necessary condition at the negotiating table.
never mind……
He is so anxious.
Feng Yi couldn't help but send a text message to urge him.
The butler carries his mobile phone with him and never misses a message. When he saw the text message from Feng Yi, he smiled. Although every word in the text message was humble and polite, in the butler's eyes, every word showed
Feng Yi's impatience was over.
The butler's little joke ended here. He didn't want the young master who had been looking forward to the phone call to be delayed, so he sent the mobile phone number Nan Xiaonan hung on his body.
"Orange." The butler was preparing lunch. After seeing Nan Xiaonan, his expression softened. "The color you like should be orange, because this color makes people very appetizing."
"Do you have an appetite?" Nan Xiaonan raised her head.
The chef turned around and took out a lovely pudding from the cabinet: "Isn't this color very beautiful? Isn't it particularly appetizing?"
Nan Xiaonan's eyes were staring at the pudding, which was shining brightly. Just by looking at it, she knew that it must be very delicious!
The chef snickered and placed the patch in front of Nan Xiaonan: "Eat it and see, it's a new one. Do you want to tell your uncle whether it tastes good or not?"
Nan Xiaonan immediately ran out and put her drawing paper and crayons on the coffee table in the living room. Then she consciously ran to wash her hands. She even asked the chef for a scarf while sitting.
The butler saw this scene when he entered the door and coughed helplessly. When the chef saw it, he smiled awkwardly: "It's just a pudding, it won't hinder the meal."
The housekeeper sighed deeply. The chef kept feeding Nan Xiaonan all day long. Nan Xiaonan was trained to like to be close to the chef when nothing happened. It was really dumbfounding.
"Okay, Madam can't know about this."
After receiving the permission, Nan Xiaonan cried out in surprise. She grabbed the small spoon with joy and poked the pudding with the tip of the spoon. The soft and elastic pudding showed a particularly delicious style, so Nan Xiaonan was reluctant to eat it and hesitated here.
In an instant, the cell phone hanging around my neck suddenly rang loudly.
Nan Xiaonan was stunned for a moment and looked down at her phone. Didn't her brothers call back just now? Is it time to make phone calls again so soon?
The housekeeper smiled: "Master, do you want to answer the phone first?"
Nan Xiaonan looked at the hands she had just washed, and although she was a little reluctant, she still put them down.
Nan Xiaonan was illiterate, but she remembered the number, but it was not the usual phone number of her brothers. When she picked up the phone, Nan Xiaonan blinked: "Hello? I'm Nan Xiaonan?"
"Xiao Nan." Hearing the familiar child's voice, Feng Yi actually felt nostalgic, "Do you still remember me?"
Nan Xiaonan was stunned for a moment, and immediately her eyes widened with an expression of disbelief. She subconsciously looked at the butler closest to her, who smiled faintly.
"Brother Feng Yi?" he probed cautiously.
"Yes, Xiaonan."
"Yeah!" Nan Xiaonan was extremely excited and shouted happily. She jumped off the chair and grabbed the butler's hand. Her whole smiling face burst into laughter, "Brother Feng Yi, it's brother Feng Yi!"
Feng Yi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. The child's cheering voice came from the other end of the phone because he made the call. The joy from the bottom of his heart was directly transmitted to Feng Yi. He was actually so valued and received.
Although she had already imagined that she would be so happy after receiving his call, after hearing Nan Xiaonan's real laughter, Feng Yi couldn't control his smiling expression.
"Brother Feng Yi!" Nan Xiaonan said in a sweet voice while holding the phone, "I miss you so much!"
"Well, I miss you too."
"Really?"
"real."
"Did you have a good meal?"
Feng Yi was stunned for a moment: "Yeah, it's delicious."
"Are you unhappy?"
"How could you be unhappy?"
"Because I didn't find you."
"..." Feng Yi smiled, "No, I know you will find me."
"Yes." Nan Xiaonan nodded firmly, "I've been looking for you, where have you been?"
"Well...it's not a very far place, I just didn't touch it."
"Then will you still go to the chair?"
“Maybe I’ll go again.”
"When are you going?"
Feng Yi took a look at his schedule. It was full every day, but there was still time for rest, every weekend afternoon.
"On Sunday afternoon, I will go to the bench." This period is Feng Yi's only rest time. He usually arranges it by himself. This time, he will go to the bench.
"Then I'll wait for you on Sunday." Nan Xiaonan held the phone like a baby, "Do you have to come?"
"good."
The chat with Nan Xiaonan was basically very simple. There was no nutrition, just a simple conversation. The child still tried to care about him. There were no distracting thoughts or things to think about. After hanging up the phone, Feng Yi felt that the nerves that had been tense seemed to be
They all relaxed because of Nan Xiaonan's call.
"This is not a good sign." Feng Yi looked at his own reflection on the glass. He was completely different from his usual self. He closed his eyes and opened them again, returning to his perfect self. "But
It’s not a bad thing.”
Nan Xiaonan hung up the phone, her eyes were bent as she smiled while holding the phone, and she grabbed the housekeeper's hand and danced non-stop.
"I know, I know, I know the young master is very happy now." The housekeeper was also a little amused by the child's way of expressing happiness, "Why didn't the young master apologize to Mr. Feng Yi on the phone? Didn't the young master always think about this?
Something?"
"I'm sorry I have to say it in person and have to carry thorn sticks." Nan Xiaonan still hasn't gotten over the matter of bearing thorn sticks to apologize, "I want to give him the flowers and candies."
"Sugar?" The housekeeper was keenly aware of the words in Nan Xiaonan's language.
"Hey hey hey hey." Nan Xiaonan realized what he had said and immediately shouted over, turning around to grab the chef's clothes, "Uncle, can I save the pudding until Sunday? I want to give the pudding to brother Feng Yi."
"Xiao Nan, don't you want to eat?" the chef asked.
"But I want to feed it to brother Feng Yi more." Nan Xiaonan glanced at the attractive and attractive pudding and swallowed, "I don't mind."
"Eat." The chef bent down and hugged Nan Xiaonan directly. He took Nan Xiaonan to wash his hands again, and then placed him on the chair just now. "There will be new pudding on Sunday."
Nan Xiaonan cheered and raised the small spoon, and the butler and the chef looked at each other and smiled.