The Buddha couldn't give him an answer, and the words of the Buddha couldn't make him settle down, so Shuzhumaru simply came out with a teacup to see the scene, it was the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and it was full of spring. When the peach blossoms and plum blossoms are half-withered, the chrysanthemum and the yellow calamus have buds, the superba has bloomed, and the small white flowers are swaying in the wind, and the white lotus flower specially planted by the owner to him blooms better in late spring and summer, and the white lotus flower of the Western Elysium variety is particularly large, one by one like a wheel, floating with the water waves in the pool, looking cool. The garden is very good, there are flowers in all seasons, the owner plans well, Shishen also takes care of it well, Shuzhu Pill calmly holds hot tea to enjoy the scenery, and feels that the garden flowers are full of spring and he is the only one who has a storm in his heart.

"It's been three months..."Shujumaru muttered to himself, "it's getting hotter." ”

I thought that he had to wear a sweater when he went to the human world, but now that the cold spring season has passed, it is so hot that he has to wear thin clothes.

That's right, thin clothes! Shuzhumaru had a flash of inspiration, and he came to help the master change the wardrobe season. He doesn't go home often, Qingjiang is impatient, so in previous years, it was Zong San who helped the master sort out the wardrobe and change the seasonal clothes, but Zong San went out with the master to go out on a mission, because the master's wardrobe this year has not changed seasons, and he is now idle to the point that he is going crazy, so it is better to help the master tidy up the seasons.

Shujumaru opened the room that no one had entered for a long time, and cleaned it every day on weekdays, so even if there was no one for three months, there was no dust accumulation in the room, and there was a laptop computer and wedding photos with the three of them on the small coffee table, and the room was simple.

In fact, Shuzhu Maru is very unfamiliar with the master's room, he doesn't go home often, and rarely sets foot here, only to find out after entering the door that he doesn't know where the owner's spring and summer clothes are, fortunately, the master doesn't have many clothes, there is only one wardrobe and a quilt in total, and things are easy to find.

In the end, Shuzhu Maru found a large storage box in the quilt cupboard, which contained the owner's spring and summer clothes, he moved out the storage box and took out all the clothes, there are not many clothes, and a total of ancient and modern clothes have been collected in a box, which is very in line with the owner's personality who is afraid of trouble and is too lazy to tidy up. Zong San has always done things carefully and properly, these spring and summer clothes have already been washed and dried, folded neatly before they are put into the box, what Shuzhumaru has to do is just take them out and mix them with the winter clothes in the closet, it is very simple.

After putting away the spring and summer clothes, he looked at the floor of winter clothes, and thought about it, if according to Zong San's practice, should these winter clothes be washed and dried first, and then put away? So he took his clothes to the laundry, and then opened the place where his master had stored his spare armor, and wondered if he should wash the black cloak as well.

In my impression, the owner seems to have said that the cloak is made of special materials, and since it is a special material, is there a special washing method? What did Zong San do before? Shuzhumaru hesitated to take out the cloak and grab it and flip it over, he didn't expect the washing method, but he raised the special smell hidden in the cloak and the owner's body.

"Hmm—" He couldn't help but sniff his cloak under his nose.

Beads... My beads...

A low, sexy murmur was still in his ears, and clutching the black cloak, he thought of the temperature on his master's body...... Shujumaru hugged the cloak and blushed......

Maybe helping his master organize his wardrobe is not a good choice to pass the time, he has been abstinent for three months, and now he can't afford to flirt with any teasing, even if it's just a breath.

Formation fluctuations came, Shuzhumaru was a little sober but didn't want to move, the door of the house was set up by the good man, the formation fluctuations The people in the room can detect it, and only those who have the key can open the door, thinking that it is probably Qingjiang's mission back, Shuzhumaru closed his eyes and did not move, Qingjiang will not call him when he sees him sleeping in the master's room.

"Qingjiang? Beads? ”

Huh? Shuzhumaru's eyes widened instantly, and it turned out to... Is the host back?

"Huh? Doesn't seem to be there? ”

He heard the sound of his master's footsteps turning around looking for them, and the sound of Zongsan's footsteps on the plank corridor.

"It's a coincidence, okay, let's get some seasonal clothes first."

host

"Ah..." It seemed that he saw him nested in the cloak, the master sighed, and then told Zong San with a smile: "You go and tidy up your clothes first, and I'll accompany Zhuzhu for a while." ”

Zong San went out meekly, and Shuzhumaru still didn't dare to relax. The door was closing, and he heard the rustle of his master's clothes rubbing against the tatami mats, and then the owner whispered in his ear.

"Zhuzhu, I'm back..."

Shuzhumaru stiffened, grabbed his cloak and tied his whole person into zongzi, and refused to turn his head when he said anything.

"What are you doing in my cloak?" The owner laughed and teased him, "If you roll up like this, you can go and worship the mountain grandmother, he rolls white and you roll black, just a pair." ”

He still rolled up, completely ignoring the people who laughed at him behind him.

"Zhuzhu? It's rare for me to come back—" The master shook him, his voice sounding a little sad. "Don't you turn around to look at me?"

He simply stuffed the whole person into the cloak and ignored it, this time Fa Yanbo finally found out that something was wrong with his wife, Shuzhumaru either fell asleep or deliberately ignored him, Fayanbo leaned down and hugged Shuzhumaru in his arms and coaxed softly.

"Zhuzhu, are you angry with me? It's really that the progress of the mission is not going well, I don't want to come back often, Mingjun knows that he will be unhappy..."He kissed the white earshell of Shuzhu Pill, "Don't be angry with me... Turn around, okay? ”

It was a long time before Shujumaru got out of his cloak and opened his mouth with a clatter.

"I... I'm not angry. ”

"Then why don't you turn your head to look at me?"

"I'm afraid... The meeting is in a dream. Shujumaru closed his eyes tightly, "In case my eyes open and I find out that it's a dream, then I'd rather ... Don't wake up! ”

Suddenly, he was vigorously flipped over, and a pair of smiling and shining ink eyes were met

After the affair, Shuzhu rested by the big bath, he had been cleaned by the master, and the master had also helped him wash his hair, and was humming a small tune to pick up a strand of his long hair to comb the knotted place.

"Master...", he called softly, and his voice was still a little hoarse, "You have three knives, but I only have you..."

The combing action stopped, and Fa Yanbo reached out and hugged Shuzhu Pill, "I know, I'm sorry, I was really busy before..."

"You can't forget me..."Shuzhumaru complained softly, he had seen the master's memory and knew that the master was really busy, and he didn't blame the master, but he was still a little emotional after being hung for three months.

The master hugged him on his thigh and coaxed him gently, as soon as his spirit relaxed, Shuzhumaru leaned on the master and fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself sleeping in the master's room, and the silver moon outside the window was slightly hooked.

There was still residual warmth in the bunk next to him, but the man was no longer there, and Shuzhu Pill narrowed his eyes, feeling a little lost.