At this time, Pippi touched the little boy's head, and then pointed to Zhou Muqing's position, "Okay, now you have finished carrying the water, you can rest. That brother is very good at telling stories, you let him Let me tell you stories about my childhood, especially when I was in school."

Zhou Muqing was a naughty kid when he was in school, he loved to play and mess around.

Pippi had heard some of these things, but not all of them. She planned to eavesdrop when Zhou Muqing was talking to the little boy.

According to Zhou Muqing's personality, he probably wouldn't mind telling the little boy his childhood story, and he wouldn't refuse the little boy's request.

The little boy nodded after listening to Pippi's words, then left the kitchen and walked to Zhou Muqing's side.

Pippi secretly watched the two of them talking, and after a few words, the little boy entered the room.

Could it be that Zhou Muqing didn't want to talk about it?

Pippi was wondering, the little boy came out with two small benches...

"Oh, so it was sitting and talking."

After Zhou Muqing and the little boy sat down, they started talking again, and Pippi approached quietly, where she was standing just enough to be blocked by a tree in the yard.

"The story of my childhood, let me think about it."

At this time, Zhou Muqing started to recall, and the stories he told afterwards naturally mentioned Feng Jian, and he also mentioned that he especially liked to play crazy with Feng Jian.

Almost wherever Kazami goes, he goes there.

In this story of memories, the little boy locked on a point in the story, which is what he cares about.

"Brother, did you have many friends to play with when you were young?"

"Well, a lot, we have a very good relationship."

Zhou Muqing answered the little boy firmly.

The little boy looked at him enviously, "I also hope that I can have many friends, but..."

"What's the matter? Don't you have anyone to play with you?"

Zhou Muqing asked gently.

The little boy held his face in his hands and leaned his elbows on his knees. He looked a little frustrated.

"I do not have time."

When he said this, he sniffed unconsciously, "I usually help grandma clean up after school, and on Sundays, I have to follow grandma to catch fish and sell fish, and grow and dig vegetables."

The little boy counted and found that all his spare time was taken up...

"I used to have little friends who asked me to play with me when I was just in school, but gradually they stopped looking for me to play with. Because I was very busy, I could only refuse them, and no one asked me after that. Even my grandma had less work. It doesn't take long for me to help and no one asks me anymore."

The little boy kept his head down when he said these words. His appearance now is completely different from his appearance at the sports meeting.

At the sports meeting, he was confident and stubborn, and when he first saw him, he puffed out his small chest and was high-spirited.

Seeing this, Zhou Muqing raised his hand, he hesitated for a while before putting his hand on the little boy's shoulder.

His hand was very warm, and the gentle pat on the little boy's shoulder brought him a feeling he had never felt before.

A few minutes later, the little boy suddenly turned around and hugged Zhou Muqing.

He buried his head in Zhou Muqing's arms, and there was a little cry when he spoke, "I forgot what my parents looked like, but I remember my father's hands, just like my brother's."

The little boy was crying, but the corners of his mouth were raised, because he was recalling the feeling when he was a child.

"When my father coaxed me to sleep when I was a child, he would pat me like this..."

After dinner, Zhou Muqing and Pippi left Peter Pan's house.

When they went back, they happened to pass by the home of the owner of the homestay. The owner of the homestay was chatting with a few people at the door, and Pippi and Zhou Muqing took advantage of the opportunity to ask about Peter Pan's house.