"Why can't I care about my family?"

When Jiang Shutong said this, the tail tone was very light, the tips of his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his dark eyes stared straight at you, with a bit of seductive meaning.

Although he knew that "my home" was referring to the chicken in the fence next to him.

But Chen Fu was still in a daze for a few seconds.

Jiang Shutong walked back two steps and found that Chen Fu was still standing in place, staring at the fence motionless, as if in a daze.

He turned back and raised his hand to knock her forehead. When it fell down, he deliberately lightened his strength and just touched it a little.

However, Chen Fu still seemed to be fixed. After two seconds, she realized it and covered her head and looked up in a daze.

Jiang Shutong found it a little funny, and I don’t know what she was thinking about for the past day.

"Don't go in? I've been standing outside and not sunbathing?"

Chen Fu's brain had no ability to think for the time being, and nodded in slow motion replay, followed him into the house.

At first glance, she noticed the granddaughter of Grandpa Cheng's comrade-in-arms who came to visit.

She was wearing a smoke-blue dress and sat there quietly, elegant and generous.

Seeing someone coming in at the door, Yuan Shu also looked up at him.

She couldn't guess the identity of this girl. It seemed that she and Jiang Shu were very familiar with each other. She appeared here and didn't know if she was a relative.

Chen Fu finally woke up and smiled at the corner of her mouth, not knowing whether she should say hello for a moment.

Cheng Qingyun introduced: "This is the granddaughter of your Grandpa Cheng's comrade-in-arms."

Grandma Cheng came from the kitchen, took a sack in her hand, and walked closer and said, "Girl Fu, grandma will help you put it in this bag later. Just go back and give it to your grandma."

"By the way." Grandma Cheng took two steps and retreated: "Which one do you want."

Before Chen Fu could speak, Jiang Shutong had already answered for her: "She wants the reed chicken."

"I didn't ask you." Grandma Cheng glanced at him: "Do you know?"

"I know." Jiang Shutong's tone was lazy, "She just apologized to the reed chicken and said she was embarrassed to eat it."

“…”

Chen Fu felt a little ashamed of this from his mouth for no reason.

"Don't listen to his nonsense without grandma."

Chen Fu Ya denies: "I want that chili chicken."

"Okay." Grandma Cheng said, "You can sit for a while first."

Before leaving, he looked at Jiang Shu with a angrily look.

Chen Fu also looked over, met his gaze, and turned her head with a little guilty conscience.

The old-fashioned solid wood chairs are placed in this room, with handles on both sides, which are very hard to sit on.

There is a small coffee table with the same solid wood between every two chairs. When Jiang Shu was a child, he moved a small stool and wrote on the small coffee table next to the window.

There are also crooked Chinese characters engraved by Chen Fu with a small ruler.

It should be her time in kindergarten. My cousin was bored and ignored people when she did her homework, or she always tried to trick her into sitting quietly with a villain book.

Therefore, every time after school, she would run towards Jiang Shutong.

When you come in from the gate of the courtyard, you can see half of his head exposed from the window here from a distance.

He usually plays with her for a while, sometimes playing cards, sometimes glass marbles, sometimes flying chess…

Thinking of this, she suddenly became a little curious whether the words were still there.

Sitting down on the chair beside the window, Chen Fu turned his head and went to the coffee table to look for it.

These furniture has been around for a while, but the quality is really good. It feels a little cool to the touch, and after the years settle, it becomes more and more heavy and simple.

Jiang Shutong picked and chose from the large table next to him, divided a small bowl of grapes that were big and put them in front of Chen Fu.

Yuan Shu was still chatting with Cheng Qingyun. When she saw Jiang Shutong's actions, she was a little surprised, but she was not easy to show it.

Judging from the chat they just now, the girl should be living nearby. Jiang Shutong's care for her...is naturally almost a habit.

...

Chen Fu was still trying to distinguish something like a ghostly talisman on the coffee table, which could barely be called "Chinese characters".

In kindergarten, she actually didn't know a few square characters. These were written by Jiang Shutong on paper and copied them according to what he wrote.

"Chen Fu-yes..."

After finally recognizing the first three words, the grapes suddenly appeared in front of me blocked my view.

Chen Fu looked up blankly and met Jiang Shutong's impeccable face.

The broken hair fell from the corner of his forehead, and there was a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and the temperament around him was unexpectedly gentle.

This person has always been laughing so beautifully lately.

Chen Fu didn't dare to stay on his face for a long time.

He reached out to take a grape and stuffed it into his mouth, and then he thought about the words on the table.

"Chen Fu is a big one"

What's big?

The gestures are a bit too much, and I can't see clearly.

Jiang Shu sat down on the chair opposite her, looking down at the table, looking thoughtful.

Chen Fu carefully distinguished it for a while, but was still confused.

What is this written?

It must be that Jiang Shu’s calligraphy was too ugly at that time, so she copied it into this ghost look.

The grape meat was left with only a thin layer of skin left in my mouth.

I accidentally bite it, and astringent feeling rippled on the tip of my tongue.

She wanted to find a place to vomit, but after looking around, she found no tissues placed here, and the trash can was a bit far away.

Why not swallow it.

She didn't want to get up a little.

Suddenly, a hand came to his face, and Jiang Shutong raised an eyebrow at him.

What, what... means?

Chen Fu blinked.

Did he want her to spit the grape skin in his hands?

What nerves do you develop?

Chen Fu has not moved for a long time.

Of course, Jiang Shutong was also a joke, and he didn't mind if he really vomited.

I felt funny when I saw her confused expression.

He got up, took tissue from the table next to him, and raised his chin to the coffee table, "Where are you recognizing the words above?"

Chen Fu said "yes", pulled out a piece of paper, spitted the grape skin in and wrapped it.

Jiang Shutong kicked the trash can again.

“…”

Also, quite considerate.

Seeing that Jiang Shu didn't say the same thing to Miss Yuan, Chen Fu was actually in a good mood now.

Even those little prides were clearly written on their faces, with curves curled around the corners of their mouths bringing out a pair of shallow dimples.

Jiang Shutong saw that she was happy, but didn't know why.

It can't be because of the lines on the table.

Because he remembered what he taught her to write at that time.

[Chen Fu is a big fool]

...

Seeing that she was still persistent in identifying, Jiang Shutong sat down again, her index finger lit the side of the chair again and again.

“I want to know what it says?”

Chen Fu asked: "What?"

Jiang Shutong turned his head, and his eyes fell on a pot of green plants on the windowsill, "Chen Fu is a--"

When he said this, his speech slowed down, like a ninja smile, almost word by word: "Big-Silly-Melon."
To be continued...