I don't like the feeling of loneliness, even fear.

In order to block it, I will secretly help Uncle Dong do what I can.

Not only does he cook, but he also cleans the yard.

Autumn is windy, and there are many trees in the backyard, often he has just finished sweeping a dustpan of fallen leaves, and after a while, the ground is a thick layer.

Artistic conception is artistic conception.

It's also a real hassle to clean up.

At the beginning, I kept in mind the rules and regulations that Brother Hou said, so as not to disturb Uncle Dong, and avoid even looking at him.

I can't stand it from squatting at home all day long, and the one who meets the most times is Uncle Dong.

His lumbar spine may not be very good when he is old, every time he sweeps the ground, he has to slow down for a long time with a big broom, and his back has to be a little bit to straighten up.

In the front yard and backyard, he always has endless work to do.

What makes me feel even more intimate is that he wears, Uncle Dong will change into chef's clothes and tie an apron when cooking.

For other jobs, he wears dark blue overalls, much like what my dad wears when he works, and he also wears white gloves.

I observed for a few days, and when Uncle Dong was away, I would go to the backyard, first stretch my legs in a fake way, and then quickly put on a pair of rubber gloves to prevent my fingers from being scratched by burrs or something.

Even if I found out, the defeat may be willing to let me bleed, and I have to add some color from time to time.

I'm fine, and the little wound doesn't hurt.

The key is that the quality of our blood is not good.

Don't look back and don't wait for help, and then let Uncle Dong spend the money, then I'm not doing evil.

When I was armed, I took out the broom and swept wildly.

The yard is big, and the amount of work is also huge, and my arms are sore after sweeping around.

After I got it done, I sat under the cloister, drinking tea and reading like no one else.

Even if Uncle Dong walked in front of me, I didn't raise my head.

Reverse respect is truly achieved.

Treat each other as if each other were air.

It's interesting to think about, in this family, a lot of things are reversed.

It's like Master's name, like my body.

The elders next to him spoil the child and will get closer to the child.

Master is kind to me, but he rarely talks to me much on a daily basis.

The reason is that he said it at the beginning, affection is a burden for me.

Master is also very busy, and he often has to go out, either to meet some old friends or to go to the hospital for a physical examination.

Even if he stays at home, someone will come to his door and chat in his study for a long time.

However, we don't only meet at dinner, and the Master in the dream is still tireless.

Sometimes Master is at home, and he looks at me from behind the window on the second floor of the main building.

Looking at each other, Master would point to my shoulder, which was a reminder for me to add clothes.

Occasionally, he would call me to the study to test me on some metaphysical knowledge, and then point out my shortcomings, "Like? What is as if? Numerology can't tolerate the likeness, yes, no, no, there are not so many analogies and possibilities."

The book was unceremoniously thrown back to me, "Take it back and continue reading."

I was about to leave, but he stopped me again, "Wan Ying'er, do you know what qualities a master usually has."

Looking at Master, I shook my head.

"Endure loneliness."

He smiled lightly, "It's just a pity, I have been a teacher all my life, and I am over half a hundred years old, but with such a burden as you, no matter where I go in the future, how far away from home I am, I will always have a headache when I think of you, and I can't be lonely."

I laughed with him, "Because you're not a master, you're a master, and it's cold in high places, so I have to stay warm with you."

Master didn't bother to pay attention to me, and waved his hand to signal me to hurry up, but the smile in his eyes revealed his heart.

I walked downstairs with a relaxed step, knowing in my heart that Master was telling me in another way that he was not lonely with me.

I am much happier, and I can calm down to read books and find comfort in books.

Although I am like a marginal person in this family, except for Master, no one will calmly take the initiative to chat with me.

It's a good thing to think about it from another angle, if everyone doesn't interact, my defeat won't make any waves.

Now I not only have more than 200 yuan, but the bank card that Manager Qi gave me has not moved.

Although I haven't checked the amount in it, there can be at least a thousand yuan, which is one thousand two.

I have 1,000 assets, but I don't have the itchy desire to spend money.

It's nothing more than pain here and pain, pain there, back pain.

It doesn't affect my reading, I can hold back completely.

For me, if you don't spend money, you're making money.

What's more, the brothers didn't mean to make things difficult for me.

One of them counts as one, who has a grudge against me?

The fundamental reason is that I became the 'master' disciple, but I didn't let them see the amazing talent and strength, so I was criticized.

To put it mildly, they were still trying to do my best by urging me to leave.

Because they don't want me to be the next person who can't tread the road.

I understand that all that can be done is not to bother.

And compared to me as an idler, each of them has their own things to do.

Brother Hou's work often requires overtime, and he can only show up in a hurry at dinner.

Sometimes, while eating, he received a call and was about to leave like a bombing locomotive.

Wu Mei will be in the company during the day and stay up late at night to make some high-end paper work for customers.

When Liu Xiaowen returned home, the door was closed.

When he was in a good mood, he watched cartoons, and when he was in a bad mood, he put on a hat and earplugs, splashed ink, and entertained himself.

Not to mention Li Mufeng, he has reached the point of obsession with invention and improvement.

The semi-intelligent robot 'You come to the car, I'll help, Dr. Zheng came to the door and asked several times, and he said that he still needs to debug.

In order to ensure that the technology is not leaked and increase the sense of mystery, he did not agree with Dr. Zheng to visit in advance.

But he promised that he would definitely do a good job in the test, and only by ensuring the stability of the semi-intelligent robot to the greatest extent could he deliver the goods with peace of mind.

His rigorous attitude deeply infected Dr. Zheng, and even praised him for having the temperament of Einstein.

Li Mufeng pushed the frame of the mirror to correct, "Uncle Zheng, I have the temperament of Edison, and Einstein is a modern physicist."

Doctor Zheng gave a thumbs up, "Young people are knowledgeable, Xiao Mu, you can debug, the more stable the robot, the better, when I rely on it to practice the reversing technology, Uncle promises to do a good job of publicity for you in Taiping Lane, so I am so concerned about you, Uncle's investment of three hundred yuan is worth it!"

How much?!

I raised my eyes from under the porch.

Three hundred......

The real price of Dr. Zheng's investment has pierced me again.

How watery is Brother Mu Feng's mouth?

The family invested 300 yuan and could get a five-handed model wearing a security uniform.

That arm can still move, and if it doesn't work, it can be placed at the door of the house to ward off evil spirits.

What about me?

Throw out five hundred, and the chariot Mao'er didn't even see it!