Xiu Dye's nephew, Pan Luo Fengdi, took a polished glass oil lamp from the door to the office desk of Xiu Dye, "Have you stayed up all night again, uncle?" I'll bring you a lamp. Without looking, the young man pushed aside the pile of papers on the workbench closest to the repair, and placed the lamp on the vacant space.

Resisting the urge to complain to him, Xiu Ran nodded lightly to Pan Luo, and moved the paper forward a little towards the light.

Pan Luo hurriedly stood up, and with an exaggerated movement, pushed the mountains of papers on the table to both sides, and brought the glass oil lamp closer in his uncle's direction. He twisted the knob with his white fingers to adjust the wick, and also bent down close to the table, making gestures to confirm the brightness of the light.

Shuran ignored him, and continued to read the letter in front of him, annotating in the margins, but his mind could not be concentrated.

I just expressed a little affirmation of my nephew's behavior, but I just hope that he will leave quickly after putting down the light. Unexpectedly, it attracted a series of redundant performances from him. And the upsetting performance continues. After adjusting the lights, Pan Luo hesitated and waited for a while, and found that his uncle did not say anything, so he began to look around and find something to do for himself. He soon notices the huge workbench as a mess of collapsed papers, unaware that it is his own handiwork. He sighed, shook his head, and began to sort through his papers.

On the surface, he was still dealing with the work at hand, but he was observing his nephew out of the corner of his eye.

What's he doing? There is no doubt that it is sorting out the documents. But on what basis did he put those documents together? By time? Only I can tell the day before yesterday, yesterday's and today's documents by the different creases. By the source of the letter and where the document is involved? He could never distinguish between the family crests and the abbreviations of different cities, and he couldn't even tell which island the more remote cities belonged to. The gods are above, what is he doing?

The letter that Xiu Ran was working on was from Spirit God Island. Half a year ago, he sent the best pharmacy teacher in the Golden Crow Temple to treat the shrine maiden Morimori Tampoli of the town hall of Lingjin Island. The other party wrote that the old witch's health had improved slightly, but at the age of seventy, she was dealing with the busy work of preparing for war, and her condition often recurred. Shield City asked him to stay for another half a year and wait for the old witch's condition to stabilize before leaving. He wrote to ask the dean if he could be granted a leave of absence for another semester. Of course, Xiu Ran agreed, but the reply was likely to be handed over to the old witch, so he needed to be careful with his words. There are many important modifiers in this sentence, but the fact that Pan Luo has already formed half of the table makes him upset.

Xiu Ran put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Pan Luo.

The young man found that he had finally received attention, and he worked harder to put it in order. He slammed the stacked paper on the table.

Oh, my God! Xiu Dye finally understood the basis of Pan Luo's arrangement, which turned out to be the simplest one - the big paper is below, the small paper is on the top, and it will be stacked high enough! This discovery made his mood change several times—annoyed by the unwarranted increase in his workload, regretful for the stupid son born to his only sister, and finally showed a helpless, even a little pampering smile in Panlo's eyes.

"Panlo, it's okay. The piece of space you put together is enough for me, thank you, kid. ”

"Oh, uncle, this is what I should do." Pan Luo replied politely, and he sat down at the corner of the table, apparently taking Xiu Dye's thanks as the beginning of the conversation.

"Is there anything else you have to do?" The impatience in the center of the repression asked softly.

Pan Luo looked surprised, he obviously thought that before getting down to business, shouldn't there be some greetings between elders and juniors who cared about each other?

"Hmm...... What else...... Well...... I mean, you've been working all night and you're definitely exhausted...... Are you considering...... Hmm, do you need me to do something for you? ”

"Go get me something to eat, and bring me the morning letter from the mailbox downstairs. Thank you, kid. ”

"Yes, uncle!" Pan Luo abruptly stood up from his chair and replied loudly, "I'll inform the kitchen to prepare it at once, and I'll bring it to you as soon as possible!" He turned and trotted away, heavy footsteps echoing through the long hallway.

When he was alone, he was finally able to vent his boredom with a long sigh.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind, had my father ever sighed in disappointment behind me?