Chapter 11

Cheng Nanyi took Yuan Ting's hand out of the bedroom and then entered his bedroom.

Yuan Ting was in a state of confusion all the way, and there were so many question marks in his mind that he almost crushed his seven-year-old little body.

The sound of water sounded, and Yuan Ting finally came to his senses, and saw Cheng Nanyi washing his hands, and that posture seemed to be rushing to wash his bald skin.

Yuan Ting's face wrinkled, although the little dirty child's character was set up by himself, but your appearance is a bit insulting.

Shi Ke can not be humiliated, Yuan Ting said cheaply: "Brother, do you dislike me very much?" ”

Cheng Nan's hands stiffened.

Cheng Nanyi wanted to say yes, but thinking of Xiao Curly's performance as a Saint Seiya today, it was difficult to say the word "yes".

After hesitating for a while holding the washstand, Cheng Nanyi picked up a towel and washed it, then covered Yuan Ting's face and began to wipe his face.

Yuanting: ????

Damn, what is this doing? What are you doing???

What the hell am I damned, who made you ask?

Yes? Who made you cheap?

Cheng Nanyi's hands that he had just washed still had a fresh and elegant smell of hand sanitizer, and for Yuan Ting, this fragrance was a lethal agent.

Yuan Ting couldn't bear this blow, and ran out of Cheng Nanyi's room with a "squeaky scream", why, why did Cheng Nanyi wash his face?

God, did Cheng Nanyi let people give up?

Cheng Nanyi looked at his hand in a daze, why did Yuan Ting run away?

Could it be that his hands are too strong and hurt him?

Indeed, the child's skin is very thin, and the towel is still rough, so it should be replaced with some softer.

Cheng Nanyi called the housekeeper to come up and asked the housekeeper to change the towels in his and Yuanting's bedrooms.

The housekeeper didn't know why, but the young master told him to just do it, although this towel was already at the level of a baby's skin.

After the housekeeper left, Cheng Nanyi continued to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

The progress bar is progressing too fast, and I still can't fully adapt to it for a while, and my brain is fighting fiercely against cleanliness habits, and from time to time I think of the snot bubble that Yuan Ting just saw, which is even more difficult than Yuan Ting licking him.

No, he had to wait two days.

……

That night, Yuan Ting had another nightmare, and Cheng Nanyi in the dream took his hand and walked on the edge of the cliff, and then jumped off with him.

Yuan Ting was speechless after waking up, even if Cheng Nanyi pushed him down, he didn't treat this dream as a nightmare, but it was really a proper nightmare for the two of them to jump down together, what if Lord Yama had to let them both be in a layer of hell.

No, this is not right, he had better stop a little in the past two days, and not too much.

Early the next morning, Yuan Ting quietly opened the bedroom door and went out, and was about to quickly run to Cheng Nanyi's room, Cheng Nanyi's door opened, and the two looked at each other, and almost at the same time took a step back to widen the distance between them and each other.

Hey...... Yuan Ting's eyes lit up.

"Brother early." Yuan Ting said hello tentatively.

"Early." Cheng Nanyi quickly looked away from his face.

Oh roar, Yuan Ting's eyes lit up a little more.

Cheng Nanyi had already bypassed him and quickly went downstairs.

Yuan Ting leaned on the railing and looked down, shouting: "Brother, wait for me......"

I saw that Cheng Nanyi walked faster.

Hahahaha, President Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and patted his little chest, scared him to death, sure enough, cleanliness is cleanliness, it's not so easy to treat, he won't sit up in the middle of the night and cry regretfully, right?

Thinking of that picture, Yuan Ting almost burst out laughing.

Yuan Ting went downstairs for breakfast in a beautiful mood, and the old man who was reading the newspaper saw him waving to him, Yuan Ting walked over, the old man touched his head, and then took out a small black rectangular box and handed it to him.

Yuan Ting looked at the familiar black box and was shocked.

"School is about to start, this is a gift from grandpa."

Yuan Ting pursed his lips and didn't move.

Shu Zhilan touched his arm and whispered softly, "Grandpa gave it to you, I want to say thank you." ”

The old man also raised his hand again towards Yuan Ting: "Take it." ”

Yuan Ting could only take it, and then opened the box in everyone's sight.

Inside was a somewhat old Parker fountain pen.

The question mark on Yuan Ting's head was like a weed.

This fountain pen was also given to Yuan Ting in his last life, but it was given to him by the old man when he came back with Cheng Nanyi for the New Year in the winter of the second year after Yuan Ting went abroad to study.

The old man said that there are two fountain pens, one was given to him when Cheng Nanyi was in elementary school, and now this one is given to Yuan Ting, hoping that he and Cheng Nanyi can trust each other and support each other in the future.

Yuan Ting knew what the old man meant, Cheng Shaolin couldn't give birth, the Cheng family's generation only had Cheng Nanyi and him, the pseudo-young master, and at that time he had a good relationship with Cheng Nanyi, the two of them had been going in and out together at home, and they could talk, and the old man sent the pen just to let Yuan Ting be able to assist Cheng Nanyi in the future.

SO…… What does the old man mean by sending him now?

Yuan Ting's brows were twisted, this fountain pen is the old man's old thing, it is of great significance, how could it suddenly be given to a little child?

"Dad, this gift is too valuable, he can't even write, don't break it again." Shu Zhilan said on the side.

"It's okay, there is also one of this fountain pen Nanyi, I hope the two brothers can have a better relationship in the future, work together, and walk side by side."

Yuan Ting: "...... No, I don't want to.

Did you know that your grandson locked me in his bed?

"Xiaoting, thank you grandpa." Shu Zhilan said.

Yuan Ting blinked, then returned the box to the old man, and politely refused: "Grandpa, I don't know how to use a pen yet, what if I break it for you." ”

"It's okay, the fountain pen is used for writing, and grandpa will buy it after it is broken." The old man stuffed the pen back into Yuan Ting's hand, with a posture that he had to give it away.

Yuan Ting thought that it was estimated that he had shocked the old man by heroically saving the young master yesterday, so he took out the pen in excitement for a while.

It's a pity that Yuan Ting really doesn't want it, he is going to leave the Cheng family in the future, and everyone should not have any more intersections.

Yuan Ting pursed his lips, and finally closed his eyes and stomped his feet, and yelled: "I don't want it, I don't like pens, you can't force children, hum." ”

“……”

There was silence in the room again, Shu Zhilan was almost stunned by Yuan Ting, the expression on her face was almost uncontrollable, why didn't she find her son so difficult before?

It's a brain shortcoming, isn't it?

It's seven years old, it shouldn't be.

Shu Zhilan was about to play a round, but Yuan Ting had already left with his arrogant little head, and his small body seemed to be full of the bold declaration that "the rich and the rich cannot be lewd, and the poor and the lowly cannot be moved".

Shu Zhilan was angry and anxious: "Dad, Xiaoting is still young, he ......"

The old man waved his hand to interrupt her words, looking at Yuan Ting's straight back, a smile of relief slowly appeared on his majestic face: "Xiaoting, this kid has personality, backbone, and affection, good, very good." ”

The housekeeper nodded approvingly: "Yes, the little master is really different from ordinary children." ”

Cheng Nanyi, who had not spoken on the side, also spoke: "Hmm." ”

Shu Zhilan: "??? ”

She didn't understand......

……

Contradicting the old man again and saving his face, Yuan Ting stiffened his body and ran into the courtyard before he exhaled fiercely, and then raised his eyebrows proudly, the effect should be good, the old man must be annoyed to death by now.

Maybe he will anger Shu Zhilan.

Alas......

Yuan Ting sighed and shook his head, people, being too smart is also a burden.