At night, the snow gradually lightens and the snow-white boots melt into the snow on the road. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zong Jiming tightened the fox fur on his shoulders, and he was walking in the huge backyard of the Guan family with only a middle coat inside.

Under the pretext that the wind and snow were too big and there were many inconveniences on the road, Zong Jiming, who wanted to stay in the Guan family, finally succeeded, his little face was frozen white, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop laughing.

He couldn't have imagined that he was so shameless when he was a child.

Pushing the door into a room, the mess in the day had already been cleaned up by the subordinates, and there was still a soothing incense in the room, and Zong Jiming, who had not woken up, asked about this incense and yawned silently.

The doors and windows of the house were closed, and two or three braziers were lit, for fear that the people who lived here would freeze.

The door was opened, bringing in a hint of cold, and the child who was sleeping soundly on the bed with the quilt smashed his mouth twice, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Standing on the edge of the bed and looking at the sleeping child, everything became so real in a trance.

Leaned forward slightly, looking at the little face that was no different from his memory, Zong Jiming let out a light sigh, then untied the fox fur, took off his shoes and socks, climbed onto the bed and hugged the child tightly, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He didn't know if he was dead or not, he just remembered seeing them fall in a pool of blood one by one, and then he stayed in this shrunken body.

"One by one"

Whispered in Guan Yiyi's ear, and finding that Guan Yiyi didn't react, Zong Jiming smiled, feeling that he was really crazy.

"One by one, I miss you."

After saying this, Zong Jiming's eyes that he had tried to open wide finally slowly closed and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Hua Youning led his subordinates to his daughter's door, and was about to push open the door when he saw the door being opened from the inside.

Zong Jiming covered his little face with the hat on the fox fur, he never knew that he had dream syndrome, he slept in the wing room, but when he woke up, he was actually lying on the bed one by one.

Before they woke up and no one found out, Zong Jiming, who was thinking about sneaking away, just opened the door and saw Aunt Hua looking at him in a daze.

After a few dry laughs, Zong Jiming walked through the gap and ran faster than anyone else.

Before Hua Youning knew what was happening, he felt a cool breeze blowing past him.

"Oops."

Zong Jiming, who fell in the snow, exclaimed, he ran too fast, didn't notice that there was still snow on the road, and accidentally slipped the soles of his feet and fell to the ground.

Hurriedly stood up, carefully took the second step, and after a while he was no longer visible.

Looking at Zong Jiming's reckless appearance, Hua Youning chuckled, she thought that Zong Jiming just wanted to sneak over to take a look at Yiyi, who knew that he and his daughter were lying on the same bed and spent a night.

Guan Yi, who was still sleepy in his eyes, was carried to the front hall for breakfast, but found that Zong Jiming was not at the dinner table, Guan Wenrui, who had always gotten up early, saw his sister staring at where Zong Jiming was sitting last night, and put down the spoon in his hand angrily, and said, "This kid looks sneaky in the morning, and I don't know what bad things he did. ”

Guan Yi listened to it one by one, and wanted to swallow the action of white porridge in her mouth, her eyes were a little dazed, she slept well last night, she thought that she had slept a lot during the day, and she would wake up in the middle of the night, and she slept until dawn the next day.

Thinking about the familiar smell lingering on the tip of his nose last night, Guan Yi swallowed the white porridge in his mouth one by one, didn't he just sleep with her all night, what was there to be ashamed of.

Zongjia

Zong Jiming gasped for breath in his mouth, ran all the way to his room, closed the door hard, slowly squatted down, and secretly scolded himself for being cowardly in his heart.

The subordinates of the Zong family were still busy with the work in their hands, and they saw the little young master running in front of them, with a snow-white fox fur lined with a white middle coat and messy hair, it was not strange to look.

The housekeeper who was passing by saw Zong Jiming and just wanted to bow down, but although he was not polite on weekdays, the little young master who could respond to him didn't look at him, and ran back to the room.

"Ahh

The butler, who had just wanted to knock on the door and ask the little master if he had breakfast, heard the sound of sneezing from inside the door, and thought that the little master seemed to be wearing only a middle coat just now, and the housekeeper immediately ordered the subordinate who walked by him to fetch the brazier and call the doctor, while he walked in the direction of the study.

This year's snow is a bit excessive, and many farmers in Jiangnan have not handed in their harvests, so that Zongjia Rice Bank's business cannot continue, and the eldest young master is about to get up and go to Jiangnan in the near future, and he has to prepare some things for the eldest young master to use on the road.

In the room, hearing the footsteps of the housekeeper go away, Zong Jiming finally stood up, the cold room began to look a little cold because no one lived in it all night, hugged his shoulders and walked to the table, wanting to pour himself a cup of hot tea, but found that the tea in the teapot was still brewed yesterday, if it was a cup of stomach, how could he have a lower abdomen pain for a long time.

Annoyed, he threw the teacup on the heavy carpet, walked to the bedside, and without even taking off his boots, he pulled up the quilt and covered his head.

Last night he thought about sleeping in Guan's house, and the next day he could have breakfast with Yiyi Yiyi, and he could see more Yiyi, but he couldn't imagine that when he woke up, he found that he was not in the room where he rested last night, there was a slight breathing sound in his ears, and there was a soft thing rubbing on his arm, and when he turned his head stiffly, he saw Yiyi sleeping soundly on his arm.

Zong Jiming, who had been stunned for a long time, finally came back to his senses, carefully took out his hand, gently put on his boots, and just wanted to slip away, he saw Aunt Hua standing at the door.

Thinking of this, Zong Jiming couldn't help but raise his hand, put his arm on the tip of his nose, and sniffed deeply, the thick smell of milk lingered, and the people who had just brought the brazier into the room heard a burst of happy laughter coming from the room.

Turning his head to look at the shaking quilt, the subordinate quietly exited the room, I don't know what happened to the little master, and he smiled so happily.

Zong Jiming, who was still smirking, hugged his arms and slowly sank the corners of his mouth, Guan Wenrui's face appeared in Guan Yiyi's mind just now.

When I saw Guan Wenrui in the morning, I saw him holding a sword in his hand, and his forehead was soaked with sweat, obviously he had just finished practicing in the morning, thinking of Guan Wenrui's mocking eyes, Zong Jiming clenched his hands into fists, before he met Yiyi, he was greedy for fun.

Thinking of this, Zong Jiming pulled out the quilt, sat up from the bed, and stared at the long sword hanging on the wall.

Moving the stool to the wall, Zong Jiming carefully climbed up, stood on tiptoe and took off the long sword and stroked it gently, as if he were a treasure.

This sword was a birthday gift from his father, at that time he wanted to grow up to be a hero like his father, and his father also praised him for his ambition after knowing it, and then he was dragged up before dawn every day.

Thinking of the past, Zong Jiming laughed, then jumped off the stool and walked towards Zong Jiyue's study. (To be continued.) )