Zhao Huchen, who wanted to refuse, saw the little girl's hopeful and eager eyes, and his heart moved, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Yay!" The little girl cheered, hugged Zhao Huchen's neck, chirped and kissed Zhao Huchen's face fiercely.

According to Yang Caiwei's words, this girl is terrifyingly precocious, but after all, she is still just a child.

It was not the first time for Zhao Huchen to climb a tree and dig out a bird's nest, he had learned to climb a tree to steal birds' eggs at a very young age, and he climbed the tree under the almost adoring gaze of the little girl, and reached into the bird's nest, but he touched a fluffy chick.

The nest was very dirty, and Zhao Huchen, who had been messing around on the mountain all year round, could see at a glance that this nest might not have been an adult bird for a few days, and the nestling had reached the point of dying.

Zhao Huchen came down from the tree with the chicked bird that could still call, and the little girl couldn't wait to catch up, leaning over her head and looking at the chick in Zhao Huchen's palm magically.

After getting the chicks, all the attention of the little girl was attracted by the weak little life in her hand, back to the pavilion, Zhao Huchen sat by the railing, looking at the lake under the pavilion, the autumn is high and refreshing, standing at the end of this season as if it has been able to touch the coldness of winter, inhaling a breath of air with the coolness of playing, Zhao Huchen suddenly missed a little in Zhaojia Village, the sun is scattered all over the hillside, everywhere is the fragrance of sunshine and flowers and plants.

The scenery of the Purple Garden is not beautiful, and there is a gorgeous extravagance everywhere, which is not strong or pressing, so that it is easy to immerse people once they live in, but for Zhao Huchen, after all, there is more artificial whitewashing, and although Zhaojia Village is a little messy, it is naturally peaceful after all.

"Master! I'm going to keep it! The little girl seemed to have made a big decision, and carefully ran to Zhao Huchen with the chick in her hand, smiling brightly.

"It can't feed." Zhao Huchen shook his head, as if he didn't mind that this sentence would cast a shadow on the child.

"Why?" The little girl really looked pitiful and wanted to cry.

"The chickadee, surnamed Wild, may have the surname zero when it is fed by humans, and it is not the same as this big dog at your feet." Zhao Huchen kicked the Tibetan mastiff who was lying on the ground and suffered an unwarranted disaster, and said with a smile.

"Is it going to die?" The little girl asked aggrievedly.

"But it's still small, and if you take care of it, maybe it'll think of you as a mother." Zhao Huchen hesitated for a while, but still didn't crush the last bit of hope for this girl, touched her head and smiled, it's a big deal, just buy her a good canary to feed after she dies.

"Great!" The little girl obviously believed in Zhao Huchen's words, and immediately rejoiced when she heard that there was still hope.

Zhao Huchen raised his head, and outside the pavilion, a graceful woman came.

Zhao Huchen has always believed that a woman who is stunning at a glance but will not stay in the heart of a man may be called a beautiful woman, but she has never reached the level of beauty, the real Chinese beauty woman should not be obsessed with the beauty or delicacy of the skin, but a kind of elegance and grace from the inside out, of course, the temperament can be different, but one thing is irreversible, that is, the beauty of women to reach a certain realm, should be dominated by temperament, appearance, the ancients sighed, the beauty of the city of the city, and then the country, There is no better depiction of beauty than this.

The woman in front of me who is coming slowly deserves a sentence of captivation.

This woman belongs to the kind of best that is stunning at a glance and can not be forgotten for a long time, and the graceful figure has always stayed in the heart.

"Auntie!" As soon as the girl beside Zhao Huchen saw the woman, she jumped up with cheers.

The woman's eyes withdrew from Zhao Huchen, looked at the girl who rushed towards her, smiled and half-squatted down to catch the girl's petite and delicate body, and scolded softly: "Lingzhi, didn't you say that you are not allowed to run around?" I've been looking for you for a long time. ”

The little girl named Lingzhi raised her head and showed a lovely smile to the graceful woman, then carefully opened her hand, handed the chirping chick in her palm to the woman like a treasure, and said childishly: "Auntie, look, this is what the master caught me!" I'm going to keep it! ”

"Master?" The woman touched Lingzhi's head and raised her head to look at Zhao Huchen, who was standing in the pavilion.

Smiled and nodded, which was a gesture from this woman, Zhao Huchen also smiled and nodded.

The woman's undisguised doubts and vigilance did not disgust Zhao Huchen, he had long known that the background of this little girl named Lingzhi was not simple, and it was not incomprehensible for this woman who was called Lingzhi's aunt to have a kind of sensitivity and vigilance that she was accustomed to.

"He is my master, he is amazing, you see Xiaobai is as good as a quail in front of my master!" Lingzhi said proudly, and as he spoke, he grabbed the ears of the Tibetan mastiff who stood up from the gazebo and walked over to the woman.

"You are the one who helped Lingzhi find Xiaobai that day, thank you very much that day." The woman smiled, this woman who is destined to be not on the same level as the so-called strong women who appear in financial magazines has a suffocating charm, not heavy, but no one can ignore it.

If there is a group of people who are destined to draw a clear line between mediocrity and mediocrity from birth, then Zhao Huchen believes that this woman belongs to one of them, and the mediocrity here does not only refer to material mediocrity, but also a kind of spiritual mediocrity, what is the biggest difference? The gap between the nouveau riche and the real aristocracy can probably be explained.

Three generations have cultivated a nobleman, and the real aristocracy is not going out to drive a Rolls-Royce home to live in a super-large villa, with a famous watch in his hand and wearing Armani on his body, these surnames can only identify you as an upstart.

Most of the Jiang Sisi's circle that Zhao Huchen knows is like this, and the only thing that can really make Zhao Huchen refreshed is Yang Caiwei, a stupid girl who can ignore anything for him.

The woman's body does not have a very ostentatious brand, but it matches her temperament very well.

"I'm just defending myself, but I'm curious how you can trust her to wander around with the Tibetan mastiff alone." Yang Caiwei often said that Zhao Huchen squinted his eyes and smiled with a lot of taste, which would give people, especially women, a sense of down-to-earth heaviness.

"Xiaobai was raised by Ganoderma lucidum since childhood, and the first thing it saw when it first opened its eyes was Ganoderma lucidum, so the relationship between one person and one mastiff has always been very good." The woman smiled and explained, and as soon as she sat down in the gazebo, Lingzhi leaned over with the fledgling in her arms, and the little girl raised her head in the woman's arms and said innocently: "Auntie, what do you say to call it?" ”

"Whatever you want, this is your pet, but Lingzhi, I don't recommend you to get it." The woman touched Lingzhi's head and said lightly.

"Why? Like Master said, do you think it will die? Lingzhi muttered, looking down at the chicks fluttering in his palm.

The woman glanced at Zhao Huchen in surprise, then turned her head and smiled at Lingzhi: "After you raise it, it will fly away, will you be sad?" ”

Lingzhi nodded vigorously.

"If you can't raise it and die, will you be sad?" The woman asked softly again, and there was a shallow gloom in her eyes that a child like Lingzhi couldn't detect.

Lingzhi nodded vigorously.

"I know that Lingzhi will be sad in the future, so my aunt does not recommend that Lingzhi raise it, but my aunt will not object, because there are many things to understand after experience, although Lingzhi is still young, but you have to learn to grow up slowly." The woman sighed softly and touched Lingzhi's head, but the smile was still able to give people a heartfelt warmth in this slightly cold season.

Lingzhi blinked his eyes, suddenly jumped off the bench, ran to Zhao Huchen, and asked with a small mouth, "Master, is what Auntie said true?" ”

Although she really wanted to get a different answer from Zhao Huchen, but Zhao Huchen still gave a slightly cruel answer, he squatted down, looked directly at the pure eyes of Lingzhi that made most people ashamed of themselves, and said lightly: "Auntie is right, but what Auntie means is that there is no difference between right and wrong whether to raise it or not, Auntie is teaching you that many things have two faces, and it seems that different choices may have the same result, so most of the time we have to take one step and see three steps when we do things, This is not only a way to deal with people but also a kind of wisdom of life, maybe Lingzhi doesn't understand it now, but when Lingzhi grows up, he will understand, and now Lingzhi only needs to be happy. ”

Lingzhi blinked a pair of eyes as if he didn't understand, looked at Zhao Huchen, and then turned his head to look at the aunt who had been staring at her, but he didn't get a deeper answer from the two of them, and finally could only mumble and lower her head to tease the fledgling in her hand, obviously, this girl still planned to raise it.

"Lingzhi, it's time for us to go." The woman stood up and held out her hand to Lingzhi.

Lingzhi took her aunt by one hand, turned her head to Zhao Huchen and said, "Master, let's go to my house together!" ”

The woman said politely and implicitly to Zhao Huchen: "Why don't you go and sit together, I think Lingzhi's godfather also wants to see you." ”

Zhao Huchen shook his head and said lightly: "I'm going back too." ”

Waving his hand to the disappointed Lingzhi, Zhao Huchen turned to leave.

"Auntie, why doesn't Master go to our house?" Lingzhi raised her head and looked at her aunt.

The woman looked at Zhao Huchen's back thoughtfully, and when she heard Lingzhi's voice, she lowered her head and smiled at Lingzhi, led her in the other direction, and said, "Maybe he doesn't want to cross the thunder pool." Undoubtedly, it was a smart choice. ”

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