"What the hell is this weather? It's so unlucky. I shouldn't have taken this job today." The coachman cursed in front of him, shook the whip, trying to speed up and rush back.
The rain is getting heavier and darker. It was afternoon when I came out of the temple. It just looked like dusk, but now it is like night.
"The handlebar type is too rainy. Why not find a place to shelter from the rain and wait for the rain to be lighter before leaving?" Mr. Le spoke to the coachman.
"When will you go? It's so unlucky." The coachman replied dissatisfiedly, slowed down, and finally stopped by the side of the road.
"There is a pavilion in front of us, so why don't we all hide there." Mr. Le poked his head out and saw that the coachman was soaked all over, and suggested in a warm voice.
"Then get off the car quickly." The coachman wiped the rain from his face and urged Mr. Le and his two men to get off the carriage. "My horse is also wet from the rain. Find a place to rest and let it hide."
Xiaofeng felt unhappy again when he heard this. His horse was more precious than the two of them. Xiaofeng was about to say something. Young Master Le had already jumped out of the carriage. Xiaofeng quickly held an umbrella and followed behind.
Young Master Le supported each other and walked towards the roadside.
"Young master, why is this man like this?" Xiao Feng turned around and saw that the coachman was taking out a straw raincoat and putting it on the horse. He was indignant. Since he looked down on them, don't make money from them. After earning their money, his attitude was still so bad.
It’s just that my own young master has a good temper and doesn’t bother with him.
"He relies on this horse to support his family, and naturally he regards the horse as more precious than us and even himself. People are not easy to live." Mr. Le said softly.
Xiaofeng was silent when he listened to his grandson's last sentence. Although the grandson was eating delicious food and wearing gorgeous clothes, he knew better than anyone else how difficult it was under his glamorous appearance.
Only under the protection of his sanitation can he have food and clothing and live a relatively comfortable life, and he is more clear about this.
The rain was so heavy that it was almost connected to the world. The sound of rain in my ears became louder and louder. After walking seven or eight steps forward, I could no longer hear the sound of the coachman behind me, and I could not see the shadow of the coachman even if I turned around.
"Young Master, pavilion! Let's go in and hide." Xiao Feng held Mr. Le's hand and said happily at the vague outline of the pavilion in front. His shoes and trousers had long been splashed by rain. The late autumn rain was indeed a bit
cold.
"Well. Go in and hide. Go and see the coachman. He doesn't seem to have an umbrella. Go and pick him up and come together." After entering the pavilion, Mr. Le glanced at the back and said to Xiaofeng.
"He has such a bad attitude, why are you so kind to him? He has a straw raincoat that he doesn't wear, and he doesn't wear it for the horse. Who should I blame?" Xiaofeng muttered indignation, but turned to pick up the coachman with an umbrella.
It’s so gentle and good, how could he bear to go against the will of the young master?
Mr. Le looked at Xiaofeng's back and entered the rain curtain and smiled. This child has always been a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart. I don't know how long he can protect this child... Mr. Le suddenly thought of this, and the smile on his face gradually became
Disappeared. He turned around and walked to the other side of the pavilion, looked at the heavy rain in front of him, and sighed softly.
When Xiaofeng received the driver and stepped into the pavilion, Xiaofeng was still complaining: "You have received our money and your attitude is still so bad, so our young master is still concerned about you and afraid that you will be wet and asked me to pick you up.
The young master also told me not to care about you, saying that it is not easy for you to make a living. You keep saying that the weather has become such a ghost, and we can't predict it, and we don't want to go out in such a weather..."