A child's sadness comes and goes quickly.
After chasing the little butterfly in the garden for a while and picking up two or three oddly shaped stones, Chaochao happily knocked on the guest room door, peeking her little head out through the crack:
"Brother Yushen, let's go out and play, okay?"
She experienced it for her brother; the weather is so nice today.
White clouds drift lazily by, and the sun shines warmly.
The cheerful little voice paused after seeing the boy's figure, "...Brother Yu Shen, are you reading a book?"
When she said this, Chaochao hesitated a little because the thing in the boy's hand looked like a book and a brick at the same time.
"Just browsing."
Pei Yushen casually closed the book, the words "Quantum Mechanics" flashing across the cover. He turned to look at the little dumpling, his lips, which were regaining color, pursed slightly, "...Where do you want to go?"
Pei Yushen's question quickly dispelled Chaochao's slight doubts. Remembering the important matter, she happily ran into the house, her soft little head resting affectionately on the armrest of her wheelchair. "Shall we go play in the garden outside? It's right by the door."
Having explored almost the entire map of the Huo family mansion garden, Chaochao began to develop a vague longing for the park outside the mansion.
It was right there that Chaochao first met Shize, who was riding on his father's head, and the little bee he was holding.
That was the place she fell in love with at first sight!
Gazing at the little dumpling who suddenly showed a nostalgic and wistful expression, Pei Yushen's thin lips moved, and a vague struggle, doubt, and confusion flashed in his dark eyes.
He was thinking.
He's already used up the two unconditional opportunities he promised to play with her, so what reason does he have to agree to anything else?
Now he can refuse her invitation as directly as ever.
That's the most reasonable, the most normal, and the one that best meets your expectations... isn't it?
Whom was being indulged in by that bet...?
The little head resting on the armrest blinked patiently, coaxing, "How about it, Brother Yushen? Let's go play together, okay? There are tall trees, a small lake, and..."
After a long silence, the boy heard his own low voice: "Okay."
The little dumpling, who was counting on her fingers to win by enumeration, was caught off guard by the boy's response. After a couple of seconds, her obsidian-like pupils widened in surprise: "Brother Yu Shen, you agreed? That's great! Just a little bit, just a little bit!"
Before the last word even hit the ground, the little dumpling beside him had vanished without a trace.
Pei Yu lowered his eyes and stared blankly at his palm, his fingers slowly clenching and unclenching.
He viewed that gamble as a protective shield that allowed him to withdraw at any time, two chances, two attempts.
But now it seems... he's already entangled and can't extricate himself.
The little dumpling did indeed return quickly, but Pei Yushen fell into a brief silence upon seeing what she was holding.
"……What's this?"
He frowned slightly and asked the question with difficulty.
"It's a little white sheep, Brother Yu Shen, didn't you even notice?"
Does it not look like it?
Chaochao looked at the little sheep balloon floating in the air with a puzzled expression. It was the beloved concubine she had brought from home, with two curved horns, white fur, and a short tuft of tail on her buttocks. It was undoubtedly a little sheep!
The little dumpling looked at him with a worried expression, as if to say, "Brother, can't you really tell?" Pei Yushen, feeling questioned, let out a soft breath and asked with a blank face, "...I know, but why are you tied to me?"
Holding the thin rope, she tied the last knot on the wheelchair. Chaochao clapped her hands in triumph, tilted her head to look at him, and said confidently, "Because we're on the same team! Look how impressive this is, Brother Yushen!"
She ran around the wheelchair, praising it but also a little regretful: "I should have brought the little tiger too, it would be even cooler to have one on each side, but one little sheep is enough..."
Chaochao thought about it.
"This time, we'll call it... the Little White Sheep Tour Group!"
As she spoke, Chaochao couldn't help but nod repeatedly. It was indeed a good name, no wonder she came up with it. But if she brought her beloved piggy concubine next time, should it be called the Little Pig Head Tour Group...?
The little dumpling rested its chin on its hand, seemingly lost in thought.
Pei Yushen remained expressionless: "...Is it too late for me to back out now?"
The answer is, of course, impossible.
Fearing Pei Yushen might change his mind, Chaochao quickly shoved the colorful little windmill from her other hand into his, then eagerly pushed the wheelchair out. Excuse me, but the way she was pushing the wheelchair instantly reminded the system of a calf diligently plowing the fields.
"No going back, no going back! We're leaving now, brother, don't rush!"
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Pei Yu straightened his back, and at this moment he deeply understood the idiom "trouble comes from the mouth." He wanted to reach out and stop the rolling wheel, but the windmill in his hand undoubtedly restricted his movement.
"I won't go back on my word, you... let go."
The last two words seemed to float out lightly with a sigh.
Sparks were flying from the soles of her shoes, but the wheelchair had only moved forward about two meters. Chaochao's little face turned serious as she fell into deep thought.
She remembered the famous saying that Xiaoqi had taught her.
Those who are discerning in the times are called heroes.
Pei Yushen's words were like a timely rain after a long drought. Upon hearing this, Chaochao, who longed to be a hero, immediately stopped her plowing motion and cautiously peeked out from behind the chair, "Really?"
Pei Yushen turned his head and saw her face flushed from the effort, and offered a way out: "Really."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chaochao, whose little hands were already tired from pushing, quickly let go. She swung her two little pigtails and ran easily to the side of the wheelchair, took the little windmill from Pei Yushen's hand, and pointed it at the door with a magnificent air: "Go for it, Little White Sheep Tour Group!"
Pei Yushen: "..."
He thought that if he could still feel his toes, he would probably be digging into the ground.
Aunt Song and the other servants had already been told by Chaochao that they were going to play in the park outside the Huo residence. Although the park was very safe, Aunt Song still couldn't help but give them a few instructions before they left, and the little dumpling obediently agreed to everything.
After giving the little boy some instructions, Aunt Song said to the boy beside her, "Young Master Pei, please let us know if you feel unwell."
When Aunt Song saw the taciturn young man nod, she couldn't help but feel a pang of affection. Today, since the master and young master Chi were not home, it was all thanks to young master Pei for being willing to play with Miss Chaochao.
Aunt Song also wanted to play with the little dumpling, but unfortunately she was too old and lacked the energy to keep up with the little dumpling's constant wandering around.
As the old man watched Pei Yushen and Chaochao walk away side by side, he felt gratified and also thought that the arrival of young master Pei was truly a sign from heaven...
In contrast, the gardeners at the Huo residence felt much more bitter.
They watched Miss Chaochao's cheerful figure disappear into the distance, their shears snipping away, sending irregularly arranged green leaves fluttering down, just like their broken hearts.
Is it true that homegrown flowers are never as fragrant as wildflowers? Waaah.
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