book of ten thousand words

The Wanjuan Building is quite a big building. Although it is in Kunming, the sky in Kunming is always bright, and the cold air is also late.So after sitting on the hard and cold chairs for a while, the masters couldn't bear it more or less.

Come to think of it, it was because of this that the little prince made a fuss about letting a few maids surround him to serve him.But why did he let them go?Is it because of me?I took a peek at the little prince, and then looked at the few people in the distance:

To be honest, they were all very kind to me.

But why?I can't figure out the reason for this.However, after this thought turned around in my mind for a few times, it finally stopped.It's better for everyone to be nice to me than to be bad to me, right?That being the case, what's not to like?Me too, what do you think about so much?Just keep all the good stuff.

In the midst of wild thoughts, a young monk with clear eyes and a face like a full moon suddenly entered the hall, and then walked up to several masters to salute.

No need to guess, this must be a sign for us to be the "guide" upstairs.

But what about his bamboo whip?

The little prince suddenly felt interested, forgot about Banna Garden, forgot to chat, and immediately jumped over.At that time, Fourth Master Wei was explaining something to Mingzhang.But it was about the end of the explanation, so, after a while, the little prince unexpectedly pulled Mingzhang over in a hurry.

This little monk is really clean and beautiful, but he is indeed too young.It really doesn't seem like he should tell the allusion upstairs.

So before he finished his salute, Yun Shu and I asked together, "Are you going to show us the Wanjuan Building later?"

"Yes." With his beautiful double eyelids drooping, his face was still so pretty.

"Are you familiar with this place?" we asked him again.

"I'm not very familiar with it, but I know more than ordinary people." Ming Zhang saw that I had been staring at him, and his face suddenly turned red.

"Didn't you say you're going to perform a bamboo whip show? Where's your whip?" the little prince said.

Mingzhang answered honestly, "I came here first by myself. Someone will deliver the whip later."

"Great! Then you will be my master in the future, and teach me how to make a bamboo whip?" The little prince came here casually, but how can he recognize the master if he wants to?If Mingzhang became his "master", wouldn't he be a lifetime with the prince!The little monk's face turned red all of a sudden, so he had no choice but to keep saying no.

The little prince became more and more rambunctious, talking nonsense.It was so lively that it was impossible to talk about it, suddenly a person came in from outside and came to remind him, "Everyone, be careful, the prince will be here soon."

Hearing such a sound, everyone's spirits were lifted up.After waiting for a while, the prince really came.He was still wearing the outfit he wore when he met me in the Biyi Pavilion last night. Although he probably didn't sleep all night, he seemed to be in better spirits than last night.When he came, he said something to the masters who went up to meet him, and then sat on his golden seat.Put your feet on the rest of the seat under the seat.

Then the whole person closed his eyes and didn't move, and he didn't speak.Seeing his father coming, the little prince immediately drooped his ears, stopped the endless nonsense, and shut his mouth in silence.I looked at the very well-behaved little prince, and secretly smiled in my heart: This master who is not afraid of the sky, unexpectedly has such an honest time.I thought it was very fresh and fun, so I quietly grabbed the skirt of the little prince's clothes and said, "Little prince..."

When the little prince heard this, he immediately turned to look at me with a blank expression on his face.It's kind of disdainful.

Only then did I realize what he was upset about, so I quickly changed my words and called out, "Xiong'er."

"What's the matter?" he snorted.I couldn't help laughing, "Are you very afraid of your father?"

He rolled his eyes at me, "Aren't you afraid of your father?"

my dad?

A plausible figure flashed in my heart, and everything about him was vague and not clear.Suddenly, I felt mixed feelings, which were not the same: I was still young when I could still see my father; besides, he didn’t come often, and even when he did, he was very serious in front of me, and our father and daughter had very little communication. Impressions are actually very few...

I suddenly felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable: Why is this world so unfair?Some people are born to be Wu Yingxiong, while others are born to be Jin Chuange?I was silent for a while, then I stopped laughing and said something that couldn't be more true, "Little Prince, I don't have a father anymore."

The corners of his eyes suddenly became wet inappropriately, and tears and sadness appeared on his face together:

Maybe it's not entirely because of "my father", but because the few hours since I went to the Biyi Pavilion have been too long and difficult.

I think.

Xiong'er was afraid that he never expected me to be like this, so he called anxiously, "Sister..."

As he said that, he pressed his body warmly, "My good sister, can I make a mistake? Can you forgive me this time?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, is this what a prince should look like?But what should I, Jin Chuange, look like?

I pushed him with a blushing face, and explained nicely, "Don't do this, I'm not mad at you."

"I know, you're homesick." He rolled his eyes and posted a note to me again.homesick?Am I also a person who can be homesick?Where else do I have a home?I looked at the little prince who didn't take advantage of other people's suffering but was still very enthusiastic, and couldn't help but sighed quietly.

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