Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

On the first day after arriving at Fang’s house, the old hen was bald and feathered by Fang Huai. After that, she stayed in the Fang’s courtyard without any sense of existence. When passing by, he would dive into the grass beside him.

Over time, even the Fang family had forgotten that there was an old hen and old duck in the house.

But this time, Gu Rong remembered it deeply.

When the old hen rushed out of the grass, no one reacted. When he recovered, his arm had been pecked red, and he immediately screamed.

Only then did Fang Yan react, and hurriedly rushed to hug the old hen, firmly held it in his arms, and let it flutter its wings without letting it have a chance to struggle out.

"It, it... it was not intentional!" Fang Yan said nervously, "It was the second brother who plucked his hair last time. This time I heard you say about hair loss, probably because you are the second brother..."

Gu Rong: "..."

Gu Rong said grumpyly: "Where am I like that stinky boy Fang Huai?!"

Fang Yan immediately closed his mouth.

He thought to himself: Yes, it's really not like it.

How could Huahua admit the wrong person?

It's a pity that he doesn't understand chicken language or the ability to communicate with animals, so there is no way to understand what the old hen is thinking.

Fang Ke checked it, and saw that his arm was flushed with no broken skin. He breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, just apply it."

Fang Yan quickly closed the old hen back to the chicken coop, and he drove the remaining chickens in. He locked the cage, and then followed the two of them step by step and entered the house together.

The old lady was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Hearing the movement of the three people coming in, she immediately turned her head and looked over. She saw Gu Rong's red arms at a glance, and she immediately called out, "Why?" Why are you injured?"

"Nothing, Grandma Fang, I accidentally fell." Gu Rong said.

He didn't tell the story of the old hen, but let Fang Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, after raising them for so long, they have cultivated feelings. If everyone suddenly became interested and said that they would kill the flowers, he would still be reluctant.After all, Huahua is so old, and the meat is definitely not easy to bite.

"Butler, get the medicine box." The old lady pulled Gu Rong to her side, and asked warmly around his wound, "Why are you so careless? Look at this red one. Fortunately, you are not injured. If your hand hurts, I won’t be able to explain it to your grandpa."

Gu Rong smiled and said: "My grandfather must not take it seriously. I was thrown into the training camp some time ago. Isn't this just coming out? I fell every day in there. I was used to falling a long time ago and I didn't see me. Grandpa feels distressed."

"Oh, he threw you into the training camp? Old man Gu, who is insignificant or serious, how old you are, why did you train with those adults." The old lady felt more distressed: "You have suffered a lot in it, right? Look at you, it's darker than inkstone."

Suddenly hearing his name, Fang Yan immediately raised his head. He looked around and saw that no one was looking at him, and continued to bow his head in regret.

"The inkstone is white, you see, it looks like a child." Gu Rong boasted: "White and fat, you are blessed to see it."

Now he heard that he was boasting himself!Fang Yan's ears reddened suddenly, his head dropped lower, his face flushed shyly, and he embarrassedly drilled behind Fang Ke.

"You didn't see that. When the inkstone just came back, it was as black as a small briquettes." The old lady said with a smile: "His mother is worried all day, and wipes everything on the inkstone face. It becomes what you see now...I still have photos here."

When Fang Yan first came back, the family took a family portrait.

The old lady showed it to him enthusiastically. Gu Rong took it, and when she lowered her head, she immediately saw the small briquettes standing in the center.

He was immediately happy, let alone, it was really dark!

The child in the photo is black and thin. There is no way that he looked white and fat when he was a child. If he was a glutinous rice dumpling when he was a child, he was just a briquettes when he first came back.Now it's whiter and fatter, growing from briquettes to sesame balls.

Fang Yan in the photo is still full of timidity. Surrounded by his family, he looks like a very nervous home port. The whole person is shrunk together and looks pitiful.Gu Rong took another look at the kid hiding behind Fang Ke. Now he was more courageous, and he sneaked out his head to see him.

The old lady was in great interest, so she took out all the albums and showed Gu Rong one by one.

Perhaps it was to make up for the regret that the youngest son was absent over the years. Since Fang Yan found it back, Fang's mother has become obsessed with taking pictures. She took the opportunity to record the appearance of her son with photos. Only in this period of time, Fang Yan The photos of has filled half of the album.

Gu Rong turned page by page and saw the process of growing the briquettes into sesame balls.

When he looked up and looked up, he found that the protagonist in the photo did not know when he had disappeared.

"Where is the inkstone?"

The old lady covered her mouth and snickered: "He is shy, he is running away."

"What about Fang Ke?"

"Xiao Ke should be practicing calligraphy at this time. He said early today that he would bring inkstones to practice calligraphy. You can go to the study to find them. Maybe they are both there."

Gu Rong responded, and after a few more greetings with the old lady, he got up and walked in the direction of the study.

He pushed the door in, and the two of them were inside.

Fang Yanduan sat on his children's table and chair, holding a pen, copying the copybook seriously.Gu Rong walked over and took a look. The child's writing was like a dog crawling, and he burst out laughing.

The child suddenly raised his head and glared over.

"Why stare at me? You word, tut tut." Gu Rong gave him an example: "Look at the words written by your brother, this kind of front, this kind of temperament, that's beautiful."

Fang Ke paused and looked over helplessly: "Don't tease him."

"I'm making fun of him, I'm telling the truth." Gu Rong smiled and said: "You are good at writing. My old man takes your words all the time to train me, and every day he says that I wrote a dog crawl. "

"You are a dog crawler yourself, so you are ashamed to teach the inkstone?"

"What lesson? I'm reminding!" Gu Rong said.

Fang Ke became more helpless, and took out a piece of sugar pastry from the dessert tray next to him, and stuffed it into his younger brother's hand: "Resume for a while."

Fang Yan let out a frustrated hum.

I knew it was very sad.

Gu Rong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly panicked: "I...I just said casually, don't take it too seriously..."

The child raised his eyelids and glanced at him, sighed, and became more sad.

"Hey……"

Gu Rong was speechless for a while, racking his brains to think of words of comfort.

Seeing that the child is getting more and more frustrated, his usual eloquent mouth can't even think of a word.