Wen Cheng looked straight at Xiaozhu's face, and the whole person stayed there and forgot to breathe.

Master, what a sad name.

The sound of the wind crashing against the window disappeared with the blankness.

However, Wen Cheng behaved more like an elder should be, and he stared at Xiaozhu motionless with his heartbeat.

In order to break the frozen air, Xiaozhu handed over a piece of paper and put it in front of Wen Cheng, on which was a neat and beautiful small block.

"Master, this is my schedule."

The voice of a girl who is neither humble nor arrogant, the childishness of the first meeting disappears.

With this sentence alone, Wen Cheng realized that she had grown up.

"I run 10 kilometers every morning, go to Uncle Li He's on Saturday afternoon to practice swordsmanship, and go to Sister Catherine's on Sunday to worship......

Xiao Zhu stared at his brother intently, and pointed to a police rifle in the corner.

This...... Where did it steal it? Wen Cheng was stunned, but he hadn't yet aroused his mind to ask.

"This is the old rifle sent by Su Meng's sister to the police station, although it is old, but it is not bad to use it to master new firearms skills, and I have signed up for two tactical classes a week at the police academy, so I won't act indiscriminately in the future......

Speaking of this, Xiaozhu began to scratch his head and blinked thoughtfully.

At this time, the head of the ball was untied, the hair on the shoulders was a little scattered, and Xiaozhu, who was wearing beige pajamas, was just the delicate appearance of a girl next door.

Whether the master misunderstood or scolded, she was fully prepared.

She said earnestly,

"As for Yue Guixia, I'll put it first, if I have the opportunity to learn the method of transformation again, and I took two books about the war that the master bought, and I will return it to the master after reading it, of course, if there is action, action will be given priority......

Wen Cheng, who didn't listen to it, just stared at Xiaozhu in a daze.

Xiaozhu dodged Kai Wencheng's gaze, folded his hands and continued,

"Ah, by the way, master, I wrote down all the recruitment information around me, and there will be two interviews tomorrow, although I am a waiter, but I can support myself, and the rent owner will not have to worry about it, and ...... other."

Wen Cheng didn't talk, nor did he have a questioning tone, but lowered his shoulders and asked with a hint of loss,

"Xiaozhu, it's okay, why do you want to ......?"

"Master, this is my oath, I will not trouble you again in the future." Xiaozhu sat up straight and replied.

"You know what I'm asking!"

Why don't you call it brother? Wen Cheng began to stare at Xiaozhu with grief and indignation.

Xiaozhu seemed to be a little dissatisfied with himself, grabbing the hem of his pajamas and stubbornly remaining silent.

"Sister." Wen Cheng changed his title.

At least for now, he doesn't believe everything he just heard.

"I'm sorry master, your sister isn't here." Xiaozhu looked to the side.

"I don't agree!"

My sister was right in front of her, but she said she would never call me brother again.

At this time, his anger was genuine, like the feeling of betrayal in his heart, which was scratched by the tip of a knife.

"Seriously, I want to thank the master, in fact, my father used to spoil me too much......" Xiaozhu lowered his head as if he missed something, and said with a smile to himself.

"Why are you called master, I don't like it!"

"Master, I'm sorry......

Wen Cheng pounded the table hard, but it was a cheap folding table that Xiaozhu bought, so the table was overturned with a violent noise, the paper fluttered in the air, and the tea was spilled on the ground, and the glass shattered with a heart-wrenching sound.

"Master...... Please don't be angry......

Xiaozhu, who couldn't look directly at Wen Cheng, lay on the ground and cleaned up, she first leaned over to Wen Cheng's leg and wiped the tea stained on his trouser legs with the sleeve of her pajamas.

At that moment, his wrist was forcefully pulled up by Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng tried to pull Xiaozhu up and look at her little face that was thinking about something, but he was always blocked by bangs.

"The master has something to do, please go." Xiaozhu half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said, "Sister Su Meng is still waiting for you."

"Xiaozhu? Why embarrass me?"

Why all of a sudden so apathy?

Why is it so natural to come up with a plan that hurts my heart?

Why do you always do so many small actions against my orders?

"I'm sorry master...... I think it would be better for us to maintain this relationship."

"I disagree! Xiaozhu, I command you to call me brother."

Wen Cheng pulled Xiaozhu hard to make her look up, but she stubbornly avoided her gaze.

At this time, he saw the cross around Xiaozhu's neck.

To be honest, women are weak and obedient, and this old concept doesn't make any waves for me.

But if doing so can save you......

Wen Cheng trembled and summoned the lines, and the light particles swirled and jumped in the air.

Didn't believe she was so serious from the beginning.

Or maybe you just want to be comforted by your brother? I'll do it, if you're happy.

But not to be left to you......

I'm sorry, Xiaozhu......

Wen Cheng clenched his fists, and the light particles spun faster.

"Little Bamboo ......"

Call me brother.

Wen Cheng's face became gloomy, even though it was out of indescribable concern.

"No, master......

The feeling of the trachea being blocked was real, and the gold chain on Xiaozhu's neck began to contract, and the feeling of suffocation came directly to the top of his head.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?" Wen Cheng asked even more painfully.

After a while, there will be tenfold and hundredfold pain, do you really want to persevere?

"Master......" Xiaozhu grabbed the chain with his hand, pointed at the floor in pain, and said word by word, "Everything else is fine, but this is not good......

"Why?! Why don't you call me brother?"

I don't know why, such a feeling of strangulation can bring a trace of inexplicable warmth, maybe it's the feeling of being cared for, although it is so painful.

Or, from the day he met him, his judgment of the master was wrong.

Xiaozhu didn't want to explore this mistake, she tried to make her owner more relieved.

So she endured the pain and raised her head, and showed a warm smile to Wencheng,

"Master, I'll take a good look at myself...... I won't let you down......"

And the hand was still clutching the chain, and the strangulation marks were getting redder and redder.

As if with some sense of resistance or obedience, Xiaozhu tugged hard at the gold chain, as if if he could break it, his owner would be more satisfied with his performance.

The smile is always there.

But for some reason, the master showed such a desperate look,

As if he had just stabbed a loved one to death, he let go of his hand in horror for a moment, leaned weakly against the back of his chair, and leaned towards the ceiling.

I was wrong Xiaozhu, I shouldn't have been like that to you, I wasn't as stubborn as you, I wasn't as ruthless as you.

I don't have a sister anymore, from today onwards.

Xiaozhu knelt on the ground and gasped for breath like a new life, but he couldn't lift his head anymore.

The wind was strong, and the windows began to beat rhythmlessly.

Wen Cheng slowly got up as if he had lost his soul, muttering to himself as he walked slowly to the door.

Okay, okay, that's it, it's helpless.

Everything is about to start again, the relationship is cold to freezing, why is it so heartbroken.

That's the right thing to do, isn't it?

Correct, is it bound to bring pain?

It's like growth itself.

There is no more sister.

"Is there enough money?"

"Enough." Xiaozhu straightened his mind and said behind him.

"Okay, then ......" Wen Cheng pushed the door open.

"Master, bag." Xiaozhu picked up the shopping bag.

"I'll leave you here."

Wen Cheng waved his hand to go out, while Xiaozhu grabbed the doorknob and looked at his back.

Such a sense of loss must be endured, such feelings must be suppressed, she looked at the floor at a loss.

Wen Cheng suddenly stopped and turned his back to Xiaozhu like that.

What to do? The two of them thought at the same time.

There was a click, the sound of the door closing.

In this wind-swept corridor, such a sound is like an ice pick piercing the heart.

Wen Cheng didn't dare to look back to face such a fact, he lowered his head and painfully remembered the lost sister, and raised his head again as if he had lost his soul, walking slowly like stepping on snow.

It was then that a chill gripped my back.