Shuoyu sat and looked at Shangguan, a little bit unbelieving.
"If Milong really said that, then who else was he talking about?"
"Besides you, there's your regimental commander, and yes, there's Fanla. He said Fanla is the smartest guy in your Sichuan Army, well-read and cultured, but sometimes he's too smart and keeps everything to himself."
Meng was annoyed by the conversation and couldn't help but raise his head. When his head emerged, there was a grain of white rice on the side of his nose, and the bowl in his hand was empty.
"...I, I'm not smart. If I were smart, even a pig would laugh at me."
"Pigs are actually quite smart. They can draw and they love to be clean." Shuoyu said as he looked at Fanla. Fanla's eyes really looked like a pig's, small and bright.
"Well, that means I'm worse than a pig." Meng Fanle had a self-deprecating smile on his face, his eyes darting around. Shuoyu took the bowl that he had tightly grasped in his hand, along with his own, and returned it to Shangguan Jieci.
Shangguan held the bowl in her hand and felt that there was something she should say. She looked annoyed.
"I'm so annoyed. Your dad seems to be saying he wants to tear down some wall and build all the books he brought with him into it. He says that in such a big country like China, there's no room for a quiet desk for him. What is your dad planning to do?"
Before Meng Fanle could speak, Shuoyu couldn't help but speak first.
"His father is mentally ill and needs treatment. We spent so much effort to get his books back from the West Coast, and now he wants to build them into the wall. No, those books are also part of our Sichuan Army. I want to take a few back to use as teaching materials. Books are meant to be read by people, not to be buried with a confused old man!"
"He's just like that. He's been saying this for more than 20 years." Meng Anle lowered his head and tapped his leg. He didn't care what Banxianer said, as long as he didn't say it in front of his father.
Shuo Yu looked at Lei Baoer who was secretly looking at him from the other side of the doorway with a tank model in his hand, waved to him, and watched him answer the question that he had not answered before.
"You just asked me why I was angry. I'm angry because the old man who lives in your house did something wrong. If you do something wrong, you must correct it. No matter who he is, we should not only know what is wrong, but also have the courage to admit it and actively correct it, right?"
Lei Baoer turned to look at her mother. Shangguan nodded at him. She knew why Shuoyu was angry. Milong never hid anything from his wife. On the night he returned from the West Coast, he vividly told her everything he should and shouldn't say on the biggest bed in Zenda.
Lei Baoer nodded to Shuo Yu, saying, "I agree with you. What you said makes sense."
"So Lei Baoer, you must remember this in the future. It's not scary to make mistakes, but you must correct them after making them. You must correct them. Doing the right thing is very important."
"Yes, I remember that."
"Do you like that tank?"
"I like it. It can also shoot cannonballs. Piu--! Piu--! It's really fun. Where did you get it from?"
"I made that myself. Isn't it much better looking than the ugly one your father Long made? I'll make you one when I have time. Today's one is a Japanese tank. When I have time, I'll make you German and Soviet ones. Each country's one is a little different."
"Lei Baoer, thank your uncle!" Shangguan Jieci pulled Lei Baoer to say thank you to Shuoyu. She saw that the tank was very exquisite and it would take several days to get off.
"I like them both, thank you uncle."
Shuo Yu waved his hands indifferently, looking at Lei Baoer, but his words were directed to Shangguan Jieci.
"Actually, there's no need. It's very troublesome for you to do this. Lei Baoer doesn't need so many toys."
"It's okay. It didn't take much time. Besides, we were all playing together."
Shuo Yu leaned against the wall and watched Shangguan Jieci holding Lei Baoer's collar and going back to wash hands and eat. In his left hand, he was stroking a head that was slightly harder to touch than Lei Baoer's.
"Is it annoying? Are you envious?"
"What a joke! What is there to envy, young master?"
"You're just envious."
"I……"
The two guys sat together at the door of Milong's house. Their postures were not very good. One was because he knelt for a while, and the other was because he did not expect things to develop like this. He was a little discouraged. Shuoyu looked at the passers-by standing on the roadside not far away who were watching him and Fanla's jokes. He took out the whistle in his pocket and blew it hard at the two guys, scaring away the onlookers and almost breaking the ears of the mouse next to him.
"What are you doing with all the free time you have?"
Shuo Yu looked down at the little ants at the corner of the wall at the door of Mi Long's house, moving things back and forth.
"The captain gave us eight hours. I don't want to sit quietly at Milong's door for eight hours. I'm not his door god. You have to pay me to be his door god, and Milong can't afford it."
"So what are you going to do? Is there any place in Zenda that you can go to?"
Shuo Yu glanced at Fanla's small eyes and thought of a place he could go besides Milong's house, a place where he had fled last time.
"Do you want to go see Xiaozui? I told him before that I would let you go see her after you were okay, but I didn't expect you to go to the West Coast later..."
"...Didn't we just meet a few days ago?" Fanla's expression turned a little strange after hearing that name, and he hesitated.
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