The Young Master of the Chamberlain's Family

☆ 12. Missing

Missing

"Young Master, Young Master, wake up, wake up."

Xu Anheng frowned, turned over impatiently, and pulled the thin quilt covering his body to cover his head.

"Young Master, wake up, you can't sleep anymore, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night."

Xu Anheng couldn't sleep at all because of Xia He's noise. He opened his eyes angrily after lifting the quilt, and lay on the bed staring at the gauze curtain on the top of the bed.

Xia He saw that the young master woke up, and she stopped talking. When he just woke up, the young master was in the worst temper of the day. If someone disturbed him, although he would not be beaten or scolded, being stared at by his pair of dark eyes was really weak.

"Young Master, run slower, be careful not to bump into anything." The maid's shout came from outside the house, and then a series of brisk footsteps came from far away and finally stopped at the door.

"Brother, brother." Zheng Qingyan shouted while knocking on the door. Xia He in the room couldn't help but carefully look at the young master's face, fearing that the young master's expression would scare the young master outside the door.

Xu Anheng was indeed a little annoyed by the noise. He turned over and sat up, walked to the door on his shoes, and opened the door.

"Brother! Look." Zheng Qingyan was frightened by the sudden opening of the door and trembled. He looked carefully and laughed again, and raised the bamboo ball in his hand to show him.

Xu Anheng looked at the chubby face of the boy in front of him, and the anger in his forehead immediately dissipated. He pinched the child's face, and then rubbed his face with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wait outside first, I will come out after I wash up."

Seeing the boy nod obediently, sitting on the stone bench in the yard with a bamboo ball waiting for him, Xu Anheng opened the door, went into the room and asked Xia He to help him tie his hair quickly, wiped his face with warm water, drank a glass of water and hurried out.

In such a short time when he was taking care of it in the room, the boy outside had already started eating. Xu Anheng stood at the door and saw him put a yellow, round fruit to his mouth and took a bite. When he got closer, he saw a small plate of loquats on the stone table.

Zheng Qingyan was eating a peeled loquat happily with his little hands. When he turned around, he found Xu Anheng coming over. He raised his hand and took a ripe loquat and handed it over: "Brother, loquats are sweet."

Xu Anheng looked at his little hands covered with juice, hesitated for a moment, and still took the loquat. He thanked him, sat down on the stone bench next to him, waved away the maid who was about to come forward, and peeled the skin himself.

Now is the time when loquats are ripe. The loquats bought in the mansion are large and thin-skinned, each as big as two children's fists. Xu Anheng held the loquat carefully, for fear that it would slip out accidentally. After peeling off the last piece of peel, he leaned forward slightly, lowered his head and took a bite of the loquat.

The ripe loquat tasted sweet, juicy, soft and delicate. Xu Anheng ate four or five before he stopped.

The loquat was big, and when he ate it, some juice inevitably rubbed on his face. Xu Anheng felt that his face and hands were sticky, so he gently bumped the little brother next to him: "Qingyan, eat less, it will be time for dinner soon, wipe your face and hands, brother will take you to play ball."

Zheng Qingyan also remembered what Uncle Xu said at noon, nodded, put the last bite of loquat in his hand into his mouth, and followed Xu Anheng to wash his hands.