Doyoshi Kazume

Chapter 5 [Birthday] My wish is to live a long life with Mr.

Zhou Jiuliang is a careful person. The flowers and plants in Tingfeng Hall are full of energy after he takes care of them, like little elves, they all straighten up and sway gently in the wind.

These elves were given by the old audience in his brother Meng's small garden. These are the witnesses of his brother Meng's growth step by step. Can he take good care of them?

Those, women.Zhou Jiuliang's hands shaking the flowers.Specially pick rose roses that are not easy to support and have a short flowering period.

So much so that every time Meng Hetang came back, he embraced the flowers sent by other women, and his smile was brighter than the flowers in his arms, but he always asked himself to take care of it.

Zhou Jiuliang deliberately pretended not to hear while drinking tea, and only reluctantly agreed every time Meng Hetang took the initiative to come over and act coquettishly.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jiuliang picked up the scissors and cut off the withered and yellow leaves.

Always bully me.

Zhou Jiuliang is really a little heartless to think so.When did Meng Hetang bully him in these years, when did he coax him to put on his clothes and stretch out his hands to eat and open his mouth, and when he had something delicious and fun, he was the first to hold it in front of Zhou Jiuliang.

To say that this mansion can be compared with Meng Hetang is only Yang Jiulang.People are always flattering and teasing, so why is it against me?

It's the opposite.

"What's the matter?" Meng Hetang, who had just entered from the outside, heard the sound of scissors clicking from the attic.What's the matter, this is, why are you still having trouble with flowers and plants?

"Hey, the hall master is back." Zhou Jiuliang put down the scissors and walked past Meng Hetang to sit on the armchair behind him, lowered his head and drank his tea.

Meng Hetang was stunned for a moment, what's the matter, this is, I didn't provoke him, my brother stopped calling.

"Look." Meng Hetang didn't care so much, and took out a bouquet of flowers from behind him like a magic trick, and put it in front of Zhou Jiuliang, "Does it look good?"

Zhou Jiuliang didn't even look at it, "It's pretty, the ones they gave are all pretty."

Meng Hetang let out a chuckle, co-authored to sulk over this matter, it must be too many flowers to cover it.

Quickly stepped forward to explain, "No, no, I sent you this."

Looking at the "culprit" in the attic, Meng Hetang couldn't laugh or cry, "It must be too many flowers. If I'm tired, I won't let them send them away."

As soon as he heard that it was for him, Zhou Jiuliang immediately raised his head, tried his best to suppress his joyful expression, and said firmly, "Why send it to me. Let them give it to me. I'm not tired."

Meng Hetang smiled and scratched Zhou Jiuliang's nose. The child's unreasonable temperament could be seen at a glance, and he asked deliberately, "If I remember correctly, it seems to be the birthday of some cheapskate!?"

Zhou Jiuliang trembled in his heart, today is the fourteenth of September, isn't it his own birthday.Hey, no, who do you call a cheapskate?

"You still don't believe me when I say you're stupid, and you forgot your own birthday." Meng Hetang looked at the dazed young man in front of him, and passed the flowers forward again.

Zhou Jiuliang took the flowers with his head down, and whispered, "I remember April 26."

"What? Who's dead?" Meng Hetang put his face in front of Zhou Jiuliang and blinked his big eyes, the eyelashes almost brushing his face.

The warm breath sprayed on Zhou Jiuliang's face, making him blush.She hurriedly avoided her face and stood up, "I said, if you don't put the flowers in, you will die!" How can this person be so annoying.

Looking at the back of Xiaotuanzi fleeing in a hurry, Meng Hetang laughed so hard that he bent over.

Zhou Jiuliang ran to the attic with flowers in his hands, frowned, and then smiled again.

It is really a happy thing for someone to remember his birthday. Every day, my mother would always make herself a bowl of fragrant scallion noodles.The mother always said that she would teach herself, but this skinny child just wanted to play, but he just forgot what he had promised as soon as he turned around.

I'm so sorry.

The smile suddenly froze on his face.

Mom, I miss you so much.

Seeing that Zhou Jiu didn't come back for a long time, Meng Hetang went to the attic to look for him, "Don't just love him just because I gave it to you!"

Seeing that no one answered, they all started to walk faster.

But I saw a small group shrinking in the corner.

"What's wrong?" Meng Hetang rushed in front of Zhou Jiuliang, "Did you get stuck?"

Zhou Jiuliang slowly raised his teary face, shook his head, and squinted at Brother Meng in front of him.

"What's the matter? Wasn't it fine just now?" Meng Hetang stretched out his hand to wipe the tears off Zhou Jiuliang's face, his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes full of distress.

Seeing that Zhou Jiuliang didn't speak, Meng Hetang stretched out his hand and pulled Xiaotuanzi into his arms, patted his back with his right hand, "I see, I miss my mother."

Meng Hetang could feel Xiaotuanzi in his arms trembling all the time, pulling his heart little by little, "Cry, it feels better to cry." All he can do is stay with him all the time.

The two hugged each other for a long time. Zhou Jiuliang was tired from crying, so he leaned his head gently on Meng Hetang's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Mom, I'm doing fine now.I have a master, a wife, and many brothers and sisters. They all treated me very well and taught me art and life.

Also, Brother Meng, without him, I would not be where I am now.He is my sun, I will always work hard to catch up with him, and only by becoming a better version of myself can I stand by his side better.

I am very happy now, don't worry, mother.

I miss you very much.

Meng Hetang looked down at Xiaotuanzi in his arms, fearing that he would catch a cold while sleeping here, so he carefully changed his position, stretched out his arms that were numb from the pillow, and hugged the person in his arms by the waist.

To be honest, the person in my arms is really heavy, and it's really hard to hug her.

I'm old?Looks like a lot of exercise.Tomorrow let this stinky brat make himself a big beef meal to gain strength.

Meng Hetang propped himself up beside the bed to observe the sleeping Xiaotuanzi.

The setting sun fell on the boy's face through the window, and the fine fluff on the side face exuded golden light.

Well, the nose is straighter than when I was a child, the chin has turned slightly blue, and the cheeks are gradually becoming more angular, unlike the child when we first met two years ago.

How time flies, my children have grown up.This is what Meng Hetang observed.

Hearing that Meng Hetang closed the door and left, Zhou Jiuliang opened his eyes, covered his mouth and smiled secretly.

In fact, he woke up the moment Meng Hetang picked him up, but he still closed his eyes and curled his lips slightly, trying to suppress a smile.He was afraid of breaking this beauty.

He thought about the little things of these years, the corners of his mouth kept rising, and he fell asleep sweetly.

"Jiuliang, are you awake?" Meng Hetang came in and sat down beside the bed.

Zhou Jiuliang nestled under the quilt and nodded, looking at Meng Hetang's flour-stained face like a tabby cat and smiling.

"What are you laughing at? It's time to eat. I specially made longevity noodles for you." Meng Hetang lifted the quilt and lifted Zhou Jiuliang off the bed like a chicken, "What a pig, eat and sleep and eat .”

"I rolled this with my own hands. I swallowed it all in one go. You can't bite it off. Do you hear me?" Meng Hetang pushed a large bowl of noodles in front of Zhou Jiuliang.

"Okay!" Zhou Jiuliang picked up the chopsticks and lifted the noodles to his mouth.

It wasn't until the cheeks were puffed up like a little frog that he opened his mouth vaguely, "Can you bite it off? It won't fit in your mouth."

Meng Hetang looked at the few noodles left in the bowl and said, "Don't, we're only seven or eighty years old now, we can't live to be a hundred years old!"

Zhou Jiuliang bit off the noodles and swallowed with difficulty, and said vaguely, "I hope my husband will live a long life, seven or eight is enough for me, just right."

Meng Hetang's heart suddenly missed a beat, but he said, "You mean I'm old!"

"No! The noodles are delicious." Zhou Jiuliang laughed.

My wish is that my husband is safe and healthy, and that I can live a long life with him.