Chapter 835: The Snow Will Melt Soon

He chased after, sternly saying, “I don’t care about anything else.

You heard what my master said just now.

Don’t bother her anymore.

If you have any business, come at me.”

Lang Hao gave him a meaningful look.

He shook his head, smiled, and said nothing.

After everyone left, two people emerged from behind the wall corner.

They silently watched the direction where Nan Jiaojiao left.

“Boohoo…

I hate parting the most, Xiong Xiong.”

Xiong Da slapped the back of Xiong Er’s head, his face twitching beneath the mask, “What are you acting up again for?

All day you just know how to wail senselessly.

And also, can you stop using that voice from the cartoon?

You’re not really a bear.”

“I’m not really a bear, but you’re really a dog.”

Xiong Er rubbed the back of his head and cried even harder, startling a few birds off the branches.

“Alright, alright, what are you crying for?

You were lucky enough to catch criminals with her for more than half a month.

You’re better off than me.

You were named by the Little Princess herself, allowed to stay by her side, learned many things, enough for you to use for half a lifetime.”

Xiong Er wiped his tears, his hand blocked by the mask.

He paused for a moment, then exaggeratedly wiped the tears that fell to his cheeks.

Slightly tilting his head, he said mischievously, “She chose me instead of you, so you’re more of a dog.”

Xiong Da was patting Xiong Er’s back to comfort him when he heard this.

That thin layer of brotherly affection immediately shattered, and he smacked the back of Xiong Er’s head hard.

“Hah.”

He turned and left.

“Xiong Da, what are you doing!

You’re going to hit my brains out, making me stupid, I will become stupid!”

“Being a fool is just fine; a bear should have a bear’s appearance.”

“Oh, you’re right, but what if I still want to be silly?”

“…”

Xiong Da didn’t want to talk, so he summoned a set of martial arts moves.

…

After the New Year, the Nan Mansion closed its doors to visitors.

The household servants took turns going on vacation, and there were far fewer people moving around.

Two bouts of sleet fell, forming ice on the lake.

Several times, the old man tried to sneak off to fish, but Uncle Qiu carried him back each time.

The old man was filled with grievances all day, muttering every now and then.

Finally, the sun came out, and the old man refused to stay in the warm room, insisting on taking his fishing gear and heading to the lake.

Uncle Qiu followed behind, and surprisingly, he didn’t carry him back this time, even having a few servants drill some holes in the ice and set up a wooden lounge chair by the holes.

The old man walked over happily, “Very sensible today, aren’t we?”

“Since the sun is out today, I couldn’t keep stopping you from your hobby, and before, I wouldn’t let you fish because the weather was bad.”

The old man looked at him proudly, “Just a bit of snow and wind, was it necessary?”

Uncle Qiu replied with an unchanged expression, “You’re right.”

Today was the biggest sleet in five years, going on for three days straight.

The news constantly reported which houses were damaged, which crops were ruined; everyone was hoping for the snow to stop, but then came a hailstorm.

The old man was stuck at home for days, really frustrated, and clamored to go outside.

Just as he stepped out, two hailstones hit his forehead, and he couldn’t stand it, feeling dizzy after taking a few steps.

The family doctor was called over, and the old man lay in bed howling for a long time, not sure if it was because of the pain from the hit or the frustration of not being able to fish.

“This is the only time you can fish on the ice; the snow will melt next month.

Once it gets cold again, you can fish by the lake.”

The old man was hanging the fish bait, paused for a moment upon hearing this, and feeling inexplicably melancholic, sighed, “Time flies.

The snow is going to melt again this year.

Those two heartless little ones haven’t come back to see me even once.”