How can one become an immortal if one is so lazy?

“Guaranteed to feel at home!”

Someone next to me reminded.

"Oh, yes, make sure they feel at home hehe!"

"thanks!"

Hei Yang Hongli walked out of the restaurant and walked towards Brother Butian's house. Next was Elder Piao Piao's simple treatment!

Chapter 334 After hearing that my parents are coming back, I always subconsciously want to destroy some evidence.

"Squeak"

Hong Butian pushed open his house. The familiar room made him feel dazed for a moment, and the dust-laden memories opened up along with the inside of the house.

Although the wooden furniture is old, it is clean and dust-free. It seems that it has been wiped frequently. My parents know that he will come back one day. In fact, he has not been away for long.

It wasn’t even as long as the time when my father went out to work hard and left home when he was young. His father’s stories were often mentioned again and again at the dinner table. He said that it was a youth worth remembering.

Not knowing what he thought of, Hong Butian raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, until he saw a letter on the table and his smile froze.

Pulling out the envelope that was almost torn, it had obviously been read time and time again, but it was still placed where he had placed the letter when he left home.

It seems that in this way, the day of separation can be repeated again and again. Before opening the envelope every day, it seems that the son is still sleeping soundly in the house.

Opening the envelope, my son's laughter came from my ears: Mom and Dad, I'm going out and I'll be back soon.

"tick"

Something dripped, and Hong Butian put his arm in front of his forehead and slowly put the letter back.

It's as if if you don't open it, those days of lovesickness won't exist.

But the years are still flowing, but this cannot be deceived.

Thinking of something else, a complex emotion flashed in Hong Butian's eyes, and a ring was placed on the table, just like where it was originally placed.

But at this time, it would no longer jump up angrily like it did before, and then argue with Hong Butian until its voice trembled.

"Wow"

The door was gently pushed open again. Zhao Zhuji stuck her head out and said cautiously: "Can I come in? This is your room?"

"sure."

Hong Butian nodded and chuckled: "It's my bedroom, well, it's actually also a study."

After all, not everyone is like his cousin who has a small room dedicated to storing his books.

His father did have his own study room, but Hong Butian rarely went there, and the contents of the books there were not very attractive to him.

Even some books about strange things that recorded anecdotes did not bring him as much pleasure as practicing marksmanship for several hours.

Practicing martial arts is his favorite thing, and his second favorite thing is to sit on the steps and watch Xiaoyang Xiaoli running over occasionally, fighting and yelling at each other.

Ha, forgive him as an elder brother who really doesn’t want to go up and break up the fight.

In fact, there was no need for him to persuade them. Hong Butian knew that they had a sense of proportion.

At least Xiaoyang is measured. The child has been mature and steady since he was a child, but as he grows older, he becomes more childish and naive.

There was a time when Hong Butian even thought that Xiaoyang was his elder brother, while he became his cousin.

"That's it..."

Zhao Zhuji nodded thoughtfully, looked around, and commented with a smile: "Not bad!"

"That must be good."

Hong Butian accepted the compliment unceremoniously.

"I mean, at least it's neat!"

“It’s actually not just tidiness.”

"..."

"..."

"I will die if you don't fight me!"

"Won't."

"Huh... okay, okay."

Zhao Zhuji sighed, suddenly thought of something, and whispered: "Speaking of which, uncle and aunt, um, I mean, where are your parents?

Why didn't I see you when I came back? Don't you live together? "

"Ah, that's not true."

Hong Butian waved his hand: "It's broad daylight, and there's no notice when I come back. It's normal for them to be away from home. After all, they have to be busy with work."

"But then again..."

Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji speechlessly: "Do you like to be an outlaw after you practice?

I was still knocking on the door, and you jumped over the wall. "

"Ah this... uh..."

Zhao Zhuji turned her head away with a guilty conscience and quibbled in a low voice: "Well, isn't it your home? And since you were still there, it doesn't count as breaking into a private house.

Didn't I just want to wait until you get in and open the door for you? "

"But how did you open the door? I didn't see it just now..."

Zhao Zhuji looked at Hong Butian curiously and guessed: "You always carry the key to your home. When you are outside holding the key to your home, it seems that you are connected to your distant home?"

"Well, not so poetic and melancholy..."

Hong Butian waved his hand with an awkward smile: "You're just kidding, I ran away from home in such a hurry, I didn't have time to get the key."

"to be honest……"

Hong Butian sighed, laughed and sighed: "I didn't know if I could come back alive at the beginning. Wouldn't holding the house key make me even more intimidated?"

"and you……"

"Oh, let me tell you a little secret."

Hong Butian whispered: "There are nine out of ten houses in Five Color City, and the bricks on the side walls of the gates will be more or less empty to store spare keys.

As for the remaining one, well, it didn’t even bother to close. "

"???"

A row of question marks appeared on Zhao Zhuji's head: "Then what difference does it make whether you lock the door or not? Everyone doesn't know..."

"I don't know about strangers."

Hong Butian waved his hand and said leisurely: "Besides, who really wants to be a thief will just walk through the door!

They have eaves, walls, dog holes, burrows, etc. The gates are really just for decoration. "

"just like you."

Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji and said, "Just by climbing over the wall, it proves that the gate has played its intended role, doesn't it?"

"Ah, this is reasonable and reasonable, and cannot be refuted."

Zhao Zhuji showed her half-moon eyes and was speechless.

"..."

"..."

Inexplicably, the two of them suddenly stopped and fell into an eerie silence.

Just like in a classroom where chatting is in full swing, no one shouts "The teacher is here", but suddenly there will be a strange silence from time to time, and everyone becomes quiet together.

Then everyone looked at each other with lingering fears and laughed, hahahaha, which scared me, and continued to laugh, cough, cough!

At this time, the atmosphere in the suddenly quiet room suddenly became a little strange.

The two people's eyes accidentally met each other, and the little peach blossoms in the vision were fluttering wildly, and the background color turned pink for a moment.

"that……"

Zhao Zhuji whispered: "Uncle, aunt and others, how are their tempers?"

"Ha, you must have a very good temper."

Hong Butian smiled and pointed at himself: "I have lived to this age and have not been beaten to death. Doesn't that mean something?"

Zhao Zhuji: "..."

"makes sense……"

Zhao Zhuji sighed.

"You...what are you doing???"

Zhao Zhuji looked at the hand that was suddenly placed on her shoulder and the face of someone who was approaching instantly. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and her mind went blank.

What should I do now?

Not resisting? Not resisting? Or resist for a while and then surrender? Or are you pretending that you can't resist?

"Zhuji!"

Hong Butian took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Zhuji seriously: "Well, I want to tell you..."

"Um……"

Zhao Zhuji's face turned hot, and she responded in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "You say it."

"Um!"

Hong Butian mustered up the courage and spoke firmly.

"You brat, where did you go? Come out quickly!"

Zhao Zhuji: "???"

Hong Butian: "???"

"what's the situation?"

Zhao Zhuji looked at Hong Butian with a question mark: "Were you talking just now!?"

"how could it be possible!"

Hong Butian rolled his eyes: "It seems like some annoying old guy is here, so we should just close the door."

"Ah this..."

…

When Hei Yang Hongli arrived, he saw Elder Piao Piao and Hong Butian exchanging blows in the air. Sitting beside them was the expressionless Zhao Zhuji, whose eyes were full of speechlessness.

Only when she occasionally heard a few novel vocabulary or grammar, could she cast a surprised look, and then nodded thoughtfully, secretly digesting the profound and profound travel culture.

"Hey! You don't have to listen so carefully to that kind of thing, okay?"

Hei Yang couldn't help but complain, and looked at the scene with a black line.

"My evaluation is..."

Hong Li listened to the scolding between Hong Butian and Elder Piao Piao, and commented with disdain: "It's just novices pecking each other.

Not to mention comparing with the two of us, their skills are not even as good as Hei Xiaolong. "

"Let's not talk about those old and stupid jokes. If I hadn't been involved in Hongli's extensive knowledge, I might not even be able to understand them, let alone others."

Hongli waved her hands and complained: "Not to mention that there are some jingles that some little kids think are childish, and there are also homophonic sounds, wow, what the hell!"

"I'm talking about you..."

Hei Yang pinched Hongli's face and pinched: "Is that something worth showing off? Ah? Ah? Ah?"

"Ahhhhhhh..."

Hong Li spoke with half the wind, whining: "I know how to mess with you, if you grab the child again, your mouth will drool..."