Han Zhuge was pushed by the group, and suddenly came back to his senses, and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground all of a sudden: "Master! ”

Danzi was also taken aback by him, and with a flutter of his little arms, he pushed several pieces of paper to the ground.

Sheng Minglin hurriedly picked up his sister, gently patted her back to soothe, and said, "Han Jiujiu, what are you doing?" ”

Han Zhuge subconsciously wanted to say that it was nothing, but Sheng Minglin asked him again: "Do you know this person?" ”

Han Zhenge trembled, looked at the face of the person at his feet, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

Sheng Minglin said: "You can't be also a member of the cult, right?" ”

Han Zhenge looked up hurriedly and said, "I'm not!" ”

Sheng Minglin looked at him quietly, and Han Zhuge lowered his head again, in a hurry.

Dango also felt the extraordinary atmosphere, looked at this, looked at that, and asked in a low voice, "No, can't you eat cakes?" ”

Han Zhenge hurriedly raised his head and said, "The little one will do it immediately......"

"Yes!!" Sheng Minglin spoke out violently and interrupted him: "Of course you can eat it, Sizhi, go and ask if the mold has been beaten, if not, let them use the previous mold to make a few kinds of moon cakes, and bring them up at dinner." ”

Han Zhenge was stunned, looked at him, wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

Sheng Minglin walked inside with Zhuzhu in his arms, and said, "You stand down." ”

Tuanzi glanced back blankly: "But it's okay, Zhuzhu wants to eat cakes made of Korean wine." ”

Han Zhenge was pulled down by the little guy without resistance, and the milky voice of the dumplings came from his ears: "The Korean wine is beautiful and delicious." ”

Han Zhuge's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

He was taken back to his room and locked directly outside.

This room was very close to the big kitchen, and after a while, I heard someone come with a mold, and I heard him laugh from a distance: "Only make two, make do with them first, and the rest are estimated to be tomorrow!" ”

Someone said: "This is painted by Xiao Han, right?" At first glance, it is Xiao Han's handwriting. ”

"Yes," the little guy said vaguely: "But he doesn't have time, ask Master Zhou to do it!" ”

The kitchen was filled with people, then there was a period of silence, and then the familiar sweet smell wafted out.

Han Zhenge sat by the wall, his ears pressed against the wall, and his heart suddenly became very sad.

In this sadness, I gradually recalled the words and sentences on the previous sea fishing documents one by one.

For a moment, there was a feeling of sudden realization.

No wonder she doesn't love him.

It turns out that she is not his mother at all!

That's why she only shows up once a year, so she's always blaming him, so she's not happy with what he does!

It turns out that there are many, many more people like him!

Han Zhenge suddenly sobbed, then covered his face, tears raining down.

He no longer has to worry about being scolded for being unproductive, nor does he have to worry about being unqualified, he can think of his parents' family unscrupulously and cry for them unscrupulously.

Or for yourself.

And at this time, Sheng Minglin had already coaxed his sister.

He didn't know about Han Zhuge's psychological changes, but he could expect it.

Why?

Because Han Zhuge's temperament is actually very soft.

He is a quiet and gentle person, most of such people do not have a strong love and hatred, do not have the heart to make contributions, and do not seem to be very assertive.

He's very smart, but his cleverness is based on some kind of skill.

A person like him is suitable for a certain place, quietly studying his favorite skills to the extreme, and if in the process, there are a few friends who can appreciate his ability, for him, life will be very complete.

In the eyes of many people, it may not be productive, but this is his way, the way he is willing to give wholeheartedly.

It is useless for such a person to talk about interests with him.

Talking to him about the country, justice, and ambitions is not very effective.

Because he is such a character, if you reason with him, it is likely that there will be ...... He thinks you're right and agrees to stand by your side, but when he sees that his mother is pitiful, he can't help but soften.

As a result, he may eventually choose not to help you or her, and passively retreat and avoid ...... Because of his character, he is not good at dealing with human feelings at all, let alone dealing with such sharp contradictions.

But, being in it, it's not that he can't do it if he doesn't want to, if he doesn't do it, he will be used to do it, and he will never allow Zhuzhu to put such an unstable person around him.

So what Sheng Minglin has to do is to let him see the results in advance.

Let him feel the results of his choice first, and then force him to make a choice, and in this way, he will become ...... I'm on you, and if she wants to find me, you can help me deal with it.

This is enough for Sheng Minglin.

Han Zhenge was alone, staying in the room all afternoon, unable to go out, and had no food.

In the past few days, he has been accustomed to making food for Zhuzhu with ingenuity at every meal, but he didn't have to do it at first glance, his heart was empty, he cried bitterly, he was tired of crying, and he couldn't help but distinguish the smell wafting from the kitchen, thinking about what they did, I don't know if it was delicious or not, whether Zhuzhu likes to eat it or not.

I thought about it for several times, and I didn't dare to think about it anymore, and I couldn't help but start thinking about it...... Cults?

Mother, no, that Mrs. Liao is a cult person?

She created a case of destroying the family, so that she could take away the child of that family and recognize her as a righteous son, so is he?

His father and mother loved him very much, but he was beaten and scolded, he never felt that he was different from his brothers and sisters, and he never thought that he was not their child.

When fleeing from the famine, his family died one by one, and just two days after his father died, Mrs. Liao came, is it really such a coincidence?

When he fled the famine, he was only a thin young man, and his brother did farm work every day, and he was very strong, but his brother died the earliest, and then his mother, sister-in-law, sister-in-law, and only himself, and he never even got sick.

Is it really just a coincidence?

He didn't dare to think about it.

But, no matter what, Mrs. Liao is a cult person, and he, in the eyes of others, is in league with her.

Is he going to die?

He couldn't help but spread out his palms and stared blankly at his slender and beautiful hands.

I knew it would be like this, the little bird at the last meal, the feathers, should be made better.

Just so cranky until the evening.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound outside the door, the lock was opened, Han Zhenge turned his head sluggishly, and saw Sheng Minglin walking in.

His room was very cramped, and as soon as he came in, he involuntarily became nervous, stood up suddenly, and took a step back.

The end of his nose suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, and his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the plate in Sheng Minglin's hand.

Sheng Minglin looked at him with an inquiring look, not because he was hungry, but because he was interested, so he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This is really his way.

He put the tray on the table and said, "They made it, you can taste it." ”

Han Zhuge didn't know what he meant, but he still nodded, picked it up and looked at it carefully, and then broke a little bit and tasted it.

Zhuzhu likes to eat sweets, and the pastry chef in the palace is actually a master among the masters, and the moon cakes are made of molds, and the fillings are very exquisite.

Sheng Minglin said: "What do you think?" ”

Han Zhuge said: "Not bad. ”

"Can you do better?"

Han Zhenge thought about it seriously and shook his head: "Maybe, no." ”

Sheng Minglin said: "But Zhuzhu doesn't eat." ”

Han Zhuge raised his head in a daze, Sheng Minglin looked into his eyes, and said slowly: "Zhuzhu only took a bite, and refused to eat it, saying that it was not made by you, and it was not as delicious as what you made." ”

Han Zhuge looked at him blankly.

Zhuzhu is definitely different in Han Zhuge's heart.

Zhuzhu is not only a little bosom friend who likes him to understand him, but as a young child, she is innocent and ignorant, simple and harmless, which can be reassuring; More importantly, she is the master.

It has nothing to do with backbone, it is really important for a person with a soft temperament to have a dominant person.

Sheng Minglin looked at him and sighed: "Do you have anything to tell me?" ”