Little Moti had a snot hang, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, he stared blankly at his castle shattered into slag, and after a long time, he finally cried out!

"You compensate me, you compensate me, it took me a whole day to set it up!" Little Moti sobbed loudly and accused.

The girl was innocent in makeup: "You asked me to play with you!" You are responsible for building the castle, and I am responsible for crushing the castle, so our division of labor is very clear! ”

A teenage girl already has a clear logical thinking, and there is no trace of what a child should have.

Little Moti sniffed, still looking aggrieved.

The girl was a little impatient, she turned her head to look at the window behind her, frowned and said a little roughly: "Since you think what I said is wrong, then don't ask me to play with me in the future!" ”

"But no one can play with me except you, we were born to play together!" Little Moti used his dirty hands to prepare to pull the girl's white dress.

The girl took two steps back: "Don't touch me!" ”

It was the most beautiful and the only dress she could handle, and she would never allow Motty's dirty hands to touch her.

Little Moti felt the girl's disgust for herself, and couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

In fact, he is clean enough compared to many children.

But my father always had a task, and my mother was too busy and busy, so they could only leave him a little more than an hour before going to bed every day.

In this big house that does not belong to him, he is alone, and the girl is the only playmate of the right age, and he has no choice.

Thinking of this, little Moti reached out and wiped the hem of his linen-colored overcoat, and raised a friendly and flattering smile: "You are so beautiful in this dress!" ”

The girl's face finally showed a little smile: "Of course, this is a gift from the young master for my tenth birthday!" ”

Little Moti looked yearning: "When I am ten years old, will the young master also give me a gift?" I want a dress! ”

The girl's face sank again: "What you think is so beautiful, not everyone will care about the young master!" ”

Little Moti was very puzzled: "But we are the same, my father is the young master's personal guard, my mother is the young master's cook, and your mother is also the young master's cook, we are the same, why doesn't the young master give me a gift?" ”

The girl's face flushed, and such a question forced her to wake up from the sweet dream she had weaved, and she had to face the fact that she was not special.

This skirt may not even be chosen by the young master, but it was carefully chosen by the housekeeper, and then the young master gave it to him casually.

She's the same as little Moti.

The girl's eyes gradually moistened, and a mist appeared, and a gust of wind blew at this time, raising the hem of her skirt, and she looked slender, as if she would be ready to ride the wind at any time.

Little Moti sensed her emotions and was very flustered.

Although he didn't know why the always arrogant peacock-like girl suddenly became like this, he was not stupid, and knew that he must have said the wrong thing just now, so he hurriedly remedied: "I was wrong, Sister Orange, I was wrong!" Of course you and I are different, the young master has always liked you the most, doesn't he ask you to read him an ancient book every morning? ”

The so-called ancient books are paper books!

About 100 years ago, human beings stopped printing, and only those who had money and leisure would collect them like antiques.

However, most of them are collections, and people like the young master who still take them out to see it, I'm afraid that the entire empire won't be able to find a few.

The girl's face was not cloudy and moonlight, she wiped the tears on her face, squatted down, and her voice was a little hoarse: "You're right, we are indeed the same, I'm not even as good as you, I don't even have a father, come, let's pile sand together!" ”

Little Moti didn't know how to deal with her moodiness at all.

It took about 30 seconds for him to react, with a flattering smile: "You are stained with a white dress, I'll pile it, you are responsible for stepping on it, as long as you are happy!" ”

When Bian Cheng saw this, his heart beat slightly.

As long as you're happy!

This sentence is simple, but it is very powerful!

Moreover, there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if on a certain day in a certain year and month, there was once a person who told her so.

Bian Cheng felt a dull pain in his brain, gave up rummaging through his memories, and continued to watch Moti's dreams.

As soon as he had said this, he stretched out his hand to help, but found that the girl had already built the castle, and unlike her own shoddy construction, she had built the castle in a short time, from the roof to the cloister, and she even gave the castle a small garden.

Little Moti looked adoring: "Orange, how did you do it?" ”

"It's very simple, I'll just do it, so I don't like such childish games!" In less than three sentences, her impatient nature was revealed.

Xiao Moti was not angry at all, he still looked envious to death: "You are too powerful, orange, why are you so good at what you do, no matter what comes to you, you can learn it quickly!" ”

The girl who was called an orange didn't necessarily have pride on her face, she was often praised like this, and she was used to it, she shrugged: "So what? The biggest possibility in my life is to succeed my mother and continue to be a cook! ”

The young master has a lot of cooks.

There are pastry chefs, Chinese chefs, Western chefs and tea chefs.

In short, as long as she doesn't make any mistakes of principle, there will definitely be a place for her!

Little Moti opened his mouth and was about to speak, but a cold voice said what he thought in his heart: "Isn't it good to be a cook for the young master?" ”

Orange's back shook, and he immediately turned around, and sure enough, it was the young master he saw!

The boy is about twelve or thirteen years old, with a pair of delicate but not sharp eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that seem to gather starry light, his facial features should be carved by God with the most heart, even if you use a magnifying glass, you can not find the slightest flaw.

It's so beautiful that it's like coming out of a fairy tale, with a halo all over it.

But you won't feel that the young master has a warm temper because of this halo, in fact, he has a powerful aura, even through the LCD screen, the three of them can't help but lower their breath freely.

This is the pressure that the strong unnaturally release.

Young Moti didn't understand, so he was just respectful, but he wasn't afraid.

And because Orange is with the teenager every day, he has long been accustomed to the pressure and adapted to it.

Orange hid his dirty hands behind his back because of playing in the sand, and then raised his head to answer the young man's question: "Of course it's good to be a cook and accompany the young master every day, but I still want to go to the outside world to see!" ”

Her expression was calm, and the corners of her mouth were smiling, but the hands behind her back were tightly stirred together, revealing her nervousness.

"The outside world?" The young man repeated these words, the emotion in his tone was difficult to distinguish, and after a long time, he reached out and touched the soft long black hair of Orange: "You'll know when you grow up!" ”

He lowered his eyes and looked at the castle built by oranges, and said, "It's very interesting, but what is fake is fake, and there is no meaning in existence!" ”

After speaking, he raised his hand slightly, palmed down, and gently pressed down against the air.