What Xiaoguo least expected was that Zhuangzhuang was actually Confucius' first disciple, and according to Mrs. Kong, he should also be the last disciple.

Having received such a great honor, Xiao Guo felt a little dizzy the whole day. After leaving Kong Fuzi's house, she went to the noodle shop and shared her joy with Qin Anming and Ruyi.

Then she asked for some sheets of paper and an envelope, went to Qin Anming's room, closed the door, and couldn't wait to share the good news with Jiang Shanhe. She couldn't wait to return home to write another letter.

Trying to recreate the scene of Zhuangzhuang becoming his apprentice on paper, Xiaoguo blew on the ink and admired it happily. However, the more she watched, the more speechless she became. It seemed that she had overestimated her own painting skills...

"Forget it." Xiao Guo put it down and comforted herself. Although it was not pretty, it was not difficult to see the scene she wanted to express. It was okay. This was the one.

He stuffed the letter and the drawing paper into the envelope, then said goodbye and headed straight for the post station.

After delivering the letter, Xiaoguo returned home alone. She didn't feel anything at first, but when she was standing alone in the yard, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Just when she was confused and didn't know what to do, Mrs. Yang came.

"Sit down now."

Mrs. Yang looked at Xiaoguo, who had a sad face, and thought of Zhuangzhuang. She suddenly laughed, "Your Zhuangzhuang really understands you."

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Guo had just put down his cup when he heard her say this.

"Do you know what Zhuangzhuang said to me when he got off the car?"

The little fruit shook its head.

"He asked me to stay with you more often because he was worried that you would lose energy and get sick."

Xiaoguo was stunned and felt warm in her heart, "This boy..." is too heartwarming.

"Zhuangzhuang is really sensible. I envy you~"

Mrs. Yang had a face full of envy. It would be great if Zhuangzhuang was her son. Thinking of this, she suddenly joked, "Why don't we switch? Zhuangzhuang will be given to me, and the one in my belly will be given to you."

After saying this, I couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, you're fine. After worrying about Xiaohu, you're now worried about your stomach."

Xiaoguo looked at Mrs. Yang. Last time she said she would exchange Xiaohu for him, and now she is exchanging the baby in her belly. She is so grown up but still loves to make people laugh.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Mrs. Yang really liked Zhuangzhuang. He was smart, cute and sensible. Who wouldn't like him?

-

The feeling she missed Zhuangzhuang was stronger than she had expected. After seeing off Mrs. Yang that day, she declined her invitation to have dinner at her house. She returned home and cleaned the house inside and out. She then fed the animals and collected eggs. By the time she finished all the work, it was sunset.

As dusk fell, Xiaoguo no longer had the energy to cook, so she went to the kitchen and looked around and messed around.

"well……"

Xiaoguo thought that Zhuangzhuang was not around and had no energy to eat alone. After walking around for several times, he picked up the cabbage to sip the soup, added some noodles, and drank the hot soup.

After lying on the bed, I felt that the bed became wider for some reason, and even if I stuffed the quilt tightly into it, I still felt not warm.

I couldn't help but imagine what Zhuangzhuang was doing at this moment, whether he had eaten enough, was dressed warmly, was sleeping well, and whether he was adapting well.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t sleep. The next day, I drove to Confucius’ house with dark circles under my eyes.

There was no way. She wanted Zhuangzhuang more than she thought. It was clearly she who agreed to let Zhuangzhuang stay in Confucius' house, but now she regretted it, very much.

I thought Zhuangzhuang would miss her a lot, but after meeting her, it seemed that was not the case.

Mrs. Kong was not surprised by Xiaoguo's arrival. After exchanging a few words with her and seeing that she was absent-minded, she understood what was going on. Without saying anything, she took her directly to the study.

"Let's take a look."

Mrs. Kong quietly lifted the curtain without disturbing the two people in the room, and motioned Xiaoguo to come and see.

Xiaoguo looked inside with excitement, and was instantly attracted by the small figure. When she saw Zhuangzhuang, her heart began to beat and she came back to life.

Looking at the scene in the room, Xiao Guo and Mrs. Kong did not disturb them anymore and reluctantly lowered the curtains.

Xiao Guo came outside and regained her spirits. "Mrs. Kong, are you feeling well?"

"It was the first day after all, so he felt a little listless and didn't have a strong appetite. He fell asleep very late at night." Mrs. Kong said truthfully, and Xiaoguo's heart was hooked. Then she changed the subject, "But he is much better today. He ate a lot in the morning and is more energetic. He actively urged Old Kong to teach him to read."

Xiaoguo's heart instantly settled down, and her worried heart was finally at ease.

Confucius had originally planned to wait for him to adapt for two days before reading, but he didn't expect that Zhuangzhuang would take the initiative to ask for it as soon as he opened his eyes early this morning, which shocked both of them. They really didn't expect that Zhuangzhuang had such a strong ability to adapt.

Xiaoguo felt very happy when listening to Mrs. Kong praising Zhuangzhuang. It turned out that Zhuangzhuang was really amazing, and his personality charm conquered men, women, young and old.

After talking for a long time, Mrs. Kong invited Xiaoguo, "Stay for dinner."

Xiaoguo shook her head and declined the invitation.

Mrs. Kong seemed a little surprised. Xiao Guo explained with a smile, "If I stay, Zhuangzhuang's heart, which has been so hard to calm down, will be scattered again."

Mrs. Kong thought about it and nodded, thinking that this was the case, so she did not keep her any longer.

On the way back, Xiaoguo was in a good mood. It turned out that strong is her vitamin. Just looking at it makes her feel full of energy.

It turned out that it was not Zhuangzhuang who needed her, but she who needed Zhuangzhuang.

-

One day, Xiaoguo got up before dawn, not for any other reason, just because today was the day Zhuangzhuang would go home.

Although she visited him almost every day during the five days that Zhuangzhuang was away, it was different from being at home.

Before daybreak, she had already packed up and was ready to pick up Zhuangzhuang.

On the other hand, Zhuangzhuang did the same. He got up obediently before dawn, put on his clothes, folded his quilt, fetched water to wash, packed his bag and put it on his back, and quietly went outside.

Without waking anyone, he tiptoed into the yard, casually moved a stool and sat at the gate, leaning his upper body against the door, eagerly looking out through the crack, looking for any trace of Xiaoguo and the donkey's cart.

When I was tired, I would sit down. When I had rested enough, I would stand up and continue to lie down and look outside. I would repeat this over and over again.

Mrs. Kong came outside yawning and was about to make breakfast. Suddenly, she stopped and saw a small figure at the door.

"Strong?"

Mrs. Kong called him softly.

She knew that today was the day Zhuangzhuang was going home, and guessed that Xiaoguo would come to pick him up early in the morning, so she got up early to cook for him. Unexpectedly, Zhuangzhuang got up even earlier.

"Master's wife."

Zhuangzhuang stood up and greeted them. Now that he was Confucius' disciple, if he called him "Master", Mrs. Kong would naturally be his master's wife.

"Why are you up so early?"

Zhuangzhuang weighed the heavy bag and replied, "My mother will be here soon."

"You can't come so early." Mrs. Kong smiled and wanted to take him into the house to rest. It was just dawn, how could he come so early.

But Zhuangzhuang shook his head and said with a smile, "No, my mother will be here soon, just wait here."

"Not so early..." Mrs. Kong rubbed his head and smiled. She had just said halfway when suddenly there was a noise outside. Listening carefully, it sounded very much like the sound of a donkey cart.

Zhuangzhuang's face lit up with joy, and he immediately leaned over the crack of the door to look out, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure.

Because it was still early, Xiaoguo was about to wait for a while when he suddenly heard Zhuangzhuang's voice calling him.

"Mother! Mother!"