C87 (1/2)

”Mm …” ”Alright.”

Zuo En rolled his strange eyes. The inside of his eyes sparkled with a bright light …

A patch of rosy red appeared on her milk-white face. If you looked closely, you would still not see saliva flowing out of her pores … How on earth does this child's skin nourish the drop?

Wood stood on his tiptoes, lightly pulled his face, and took out a pamphlet …

Zuo En looked around with a face full of question marks, which was clearly different from what he had expected. He was a little indignant and displeased.

Mu Mu blinked his eyes and grinned. ”Look, it's the final exam, so I wrote some homework for you …”

This was the same exam topic that she had spent the entire night preparing for him. Bags under her eyes and dark circles under her eyes, all of them burst out like bean sprouts … 555555...

In the end, Zuen raised his eyelids, snatched it, and threw it to the side.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he put his hands in his pockets as he strode forward in a disgruntled manner.

”Hey, hey, hey!” Zuo En, you pig, you wasted my life and blood, you make me so angry! ”

Looking at the tall figure of Zuo En's back as he walked away, Mu Mu Mu rolled his eyes helplessly. 'What a conceited pig!'

”Mu Mu, the young master is in a good mood today. I've never seen him act so well before.”

Uncle Hong said happily to the wood.

”Is there?”

”Yeah, didn't you see that? You didn't notice, but we did. Because of you, the young master's personality had undergone an earth-shattering change. He became more and more like laughing, and the expression on his face became more and more numerous! And just now, the young master was blushing. This is the young master's first birthday. ”

Little Fu also came over like a gossipy nanny.

”Why is it his first birthday?”

Wood asked curiously, eyes like a detector, and couldn't help but drift back in the direction of Zorn.

”Because, in fact …” Little Fu did not know how to explain it.

”Because, what is it, Uncle Hong?” Wood became even more curious. Birthdays were very normal. This was how ordinary people celebrated their birthdays.

”Because young master's birthday is the day of his parents' sacrifice.”

Uncle Hong said, shaking his head. Xiao Fu immediately shut up as well.

Only the wooden log was left behind. It watched as Zuo En's back gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a lonely shadow. It turned into a dark, watery pattern and slowly disappeared …

Japan, Tokyo.

In January, the cherry blossoms are unkempt, the bridge is flowing, and the bamboo house is a feast.

The paper door frame opened, and Shi Ji was drinking tea. The three people in the room faced each other as they sat on the soft couch. A faint fragrance of cold plum blossoms suffused the surroundings …

”Xuan, you have reached the age of an adult, so I have a matter to discuss with you.”

”Yes, Lord Father, please speak …”