flstandardbreds Chapter 376 Why do you give me orders?
Chapter 376 Why do you give me orders?
In the quiet and elegant environment of Jinyang Villa, a courier truck slowly drove into the yard of Building 108. The wheels rolled over the ground, making a slight rustling sound, and finally stopped steadily at the designated location.
The courier opened the car door skillfully and took out a long roll-like package from the car. The package glowed faintly in the sun. He carefully checked the address information on it, and after confirming that it was correct, he carried it down steadily with both hands.
The courier walked briskly to the door of the villa, stretched out his hand and rang the doorbell. The doorbell made a clear and pleasant "ding dong ding dong" sound, which echoed in this quiet space.
At this time, in the kitchen of the villa, Mu Huiying, wearing an apron, was busy cooking.
Steam was rising from the pot on the stove, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.
When she heard the doorbell, her hands paused slightly, then she reached out and wiped them quickly on the towel, with a smile on her face, and said, "Here I come, you're back so soon!" As she spoke, she walked quickly towards the door.
Mu Huiying opened the door and saw a young man in a courier uniform standing at the door with a polite smile on his face.
Inquiry: "Hello, is this Jiang Shuo's home in Building 108, Jinyang Villa?"
Mu Huiying was slightly stunned at first, obviously not expecting it to be a courier, and then nodded quickly and said, "Ah, it's here."
The courier continued, "Hello ma'am, this is his package, please sign for it." As he spoke, he handed over the receipt and a pen.
Mu Huiying took the pen, signed her name on the receipt, and then took the express delivery.
The courier still said politely, "Thank you, ma'am, and I wish you a happy life." After that, he turned around and left with a brisk pace.
Mu Huiying closed the door, holding the package in her hand, and said to herself, "Did Choubao buy this? What is this?"
As she walked, she placed the package on the coffee table in the living room and looked at the order number, which said "Xuan Paper" on it.
She frowned slightly, puzzled, and then walked into the kitchen. She skillfully turned on the fire, put on the wok, poured a proper amount of oil into the wok, then picked up the beaten egg liquid in the bowl, and with a slight flick of her wrist, the egg liquid slid into the wok, making a "sizzling" sound.
At this moment, the door was opened from the outside. Dean Guo and Chou Bao walked in. Chou Bao was carrying a schoolbag, his face was full of youthful vitality.
He walked into the living room, approached the sofa, gently placed his schoolbag on the sofa, and his eyes immediately fell on the express delivery on the coffee table. He smiled and said, "My express delivery has arrived."
Dean Guo followed behind with a loving smile on his face and asked softly, "Choubao, what did you buy?"
Chou Bao looked up at Dean Guo, his eyes sparkling, and responded: "Grandpa Guo, it's rice paper, can you help me take it to the bedroom?"
Dean Guo said lovingly, "Xuan paper? OK, grandpa will send it to your bedroom." As he spoke, Dean Guo picked up the express and walked upstairs. Choubao picked up his schoolbag and followed closely behind Dean Guo.
Dean Guo came to Choubao's bedroom, opened the door and walked in. The room was decorated warmly and full of childlike fun, with some of Choubao's paintings hanging on the wall.
After Chou Bao walked into the room, he said to Dean Guo: "Grandpa, just put it on the coffee table. Thank you, Grandpa."
Dean Guo smiled and said, "Oh, my little baby is very polite. He keeps saying thank you, which makes grandpa feel ashamed!"
Chou Bao heard the teasing in Dean Guo's words and said a little embarrassedly: "Grandpa, I won't be polite to you in the future!"
Dean Guo looked at the clever and clever Chou Bao in front of him, his heart filled with joy. He reached out and stroked Chou Bao's head, praising him, "That's right, we are one family and don't have different opinions."
Chou Bao looked up at Dean Guo, and they smiled at each other. That smile was full of warmth and tacit understanding, and they understood each other tacitly.
Chou Bao walked to the coffee table and opened the express package. He saw that in addition to rice paper, there were also three large, medium and small brushes. He picked up a brush and gently touched the tip of the brush, feeling that the texture was pretty good.
Then he walked to the suitcase, put it on the ground, opened it, and took out a small box from it.
Choubao took the small box, put it on the coffee table and opened it. Dean Guo saw that there were different types of brushes, inkstones and inkstones in the box.
I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Choubao, so many brushes? Are you going to learn calligraphy?"
Chou Bao nodded and said with concern: "Grandpa, you are tired all day, go and have a rest, I don't need you to accompany me."
Dean Guo smiled lovingly and said, "Grandpa is not tired."
Chou Bao smiled and explained: "Before, when I was writing, Little Daddy always asked me to write quietly by myself. After I finished writing, Little Daddy came to check on me."
After hearing this, Dean Guo suddenly realized and said, "Oh, really? Then grandpa will go out first and not disturb you! When grandma has prepared dinner, grandpa will come up to call you."
"Okay." Chou Bao replied concisely. After that, Dean Guo stood up and left, closing the door gently.
Chou Bao was the only one left in the room. He carefully took out the rice paper, slowly spread it on the ground, and then used the paperweight in the small box to press the four corners of the paper to ensure that the paper was flat.
Then, he skillfully took out the inkstone, put a little water into it, picked up the ink stick and began to grind it gently. As he ground it, the fragrance of ink gradually spread in the air.
After grinding it for a few times, he picked up a brush, dipped the tip of the brush lightly into the ink, then gently scraped off the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone, stood in front of the rice paper, took a deep breath, and began to write meticulously.
His wrist turned flexibly, and the brush was freely wielded on the rice paper. His elegant and majestic brushstrokes appeared on the rice paper like flowing clouds and water. He was writing Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong".
The majestic brushstrokes seemed to carry Yue Fei's lofty ambitions, and every stroke was so powerful that it penetrated the back of the paper. Soon, a complete calligraphy and painting appeared on the ground on a piece of paper 80 meters wide and two meters long.
After Choubao finished writing the last stroke, he stood up and slowly stepped back a few steps, carefully looking at his work with a satisfied smile on his face.
He then walked to the coffee table, put down the brush, turned around, picked up the calligraphy and painting with both hands, opened the door, and walked towards the bedroom next door.
He gently pushed open the door and saw Jiang Chengyu still sleeping soundly and motionless on the big white bed.
The room was filled with a faint fragrance. The evening breeze outside the window gently ruffled the curtains, like a graceful girl dancing.
Choubao walked to the bedside, unfolded the calligraphy and painting and placed it at the foot of the bed. Then he climbed onto the big bed, facing Jiang Chengyu, with a gentle smile on his face.
She said coquettishly, "Little Daddy, I'm back. I wasn't at home today, did you miss me?"
Looking at Jiang Chengyu's even breathing, he reached out and picked up the calligraphy and spread it out in front of Jiang Chengyu, and continued: "Little Daddy, this is the big character I wrote today, you open your eyes and check me. If you ignore me like this every day, I won't write seriously in the future, anyway, you won't supervise me."
At this time, Mu Xiaoji just walked to the door. When he heard Chou Bao's words and saw the beautiful calligraphy in his hand, he couldn't help feeling proud.
But when he heard Choubao say that his little daddy would ignore him in the future, he stopped writing seriously and used this method to restrain his little monster;
His expression changed slightly, and he quickly scolded in a cold voice: "Jiang Shuo, learning is to allow yourself to master more and not be controlled by others.
If you use this as an excuse to restrain Little Daddy, wouldn't it be a disservice to Little Daddy's good intentions in teaching you carefully over the years?"
Chou Bao was talking to the sleeping Jiang Chengyu, thinking that they were the only two people in the room. Suddenly, he heard Mu Xiaoji's harsh rebuke, and his body suddenly stiffened, and his originally gentle face was instantly covered with frost.
Choubao slowly turned his head and stared at Mu Xiaoji with his eyes wide open. Flames of anger seemed to burn in his eyes and his little face turned red with excitement.
He asked loudly: "Why were you eavesdropping on me? Don't you know that eavesdropping on other people's conversations is very rude?" His chest heaved violently, and every breath was filled with uncontrollable resentment.
"Don't you know what's going on with Daddy? I really regret that I was so ignorant and waited for you to come back every day.
Originally, my little daddy and I were carefree and happy every day together." Choubao's voice trembled unconsciously, and memories surged like a tide, drowning him in the abyss of pain.
Once upon a time, the wonderful times he spent with Jiang Chengyu were like bright stars, twinkling one by one in his mind.
In those days, they chased and played together in the sunny yard, and cuddled together on the sofa while their little dad read interesting stories to him.
The scene of them splashing water on each other and playing in the swimming pool was carefree and happy, as if all the happiness in the world gathered around them.
However, all of this was now ruthlessly broken by the man in front of him.
Chou Bao's eyes became more fierce, as if he wanted to see through Mu Xiaoji. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "It's you, it's you who hurt little daddy and made him become like this today."
The calligraphy in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. Each word was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Mu Xiaoji's heart.
Mu Xiaoji seemed to be back in time to the day of his grandmother's birthday, with Jiang Chengyu kneeling at his feet in a kneeling posture.
The devil was so angry that he lost his mind and hit him hard with the stick designed for him by the little monster.
He did not resist or fight back. In order to save Choubao, he was kicked several meters away by himself. He spat out a mouthful of blood and lay dying in a pool of blood. His tears were no longer under his control and burst out from his eyes and slid down his cheeks.
Chou Bao continued to question in confusion: "Why do you stand there and tell me what to do?"
Choubao's voice was already tearful, expressing the helplessness and anger that comes from being deeply hurt.
His eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at Mu Xiaoji. At this moment, in his heart, Mu Xiaoji was the culprit who completely destroyed his happiness.
Mu Xiaoji stood blankly at the door, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.
His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but was choked by the bitterness in his throat. Every word that Chou Bao said was like a sharp needle, piercing his heart and bringing him excruciating pain.