Cloudfall was also in the house.
She was leaning against the quilt, holding a cup of steaming tea and drinking it slowly.
Hearing the voice, she raised her head to look at Tang San. Her face was filled with joy, but soon after, confusion filled her. "How did you end up like this?"
"I'm fine." Tang San originally had a stomach full of resentment, but when he saw her small pale face, he lost all his emotions. He shook his head at her and said, "Just now, it was raining. I'll go change."
He looked around the room at the children. There were about a dozen of them, the oldest no more than sixteen, the youngest two or three years old.
He gave them his warmest, most beautiful smile, then backed gently out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Yun Xu tilted his head as he looked at Tang San, who was behaving strangely, and then turned to look out the window.
The bright moon shined in the bright, clear sky.
Where did the rain come from?
"She's already awake?" At this time, the small tree also walked up to the second floor, only to run into Tang San who had just left.
Three o'clock nodded. The water droplets on his clothes had dripped all the way down, forming a small whirlpool beneath his feet.
When the small tree saw this, it slightly frowned.
"The other woman is already sleeping. Do you want to go and take a look?" The other woman that he spoke of, was Liu Hong Chang.
Tang San shook his head.
"You don't seem to have any change of clothes. Wear mine first." It was rare for the little tree to have such good intentions. After looking at his wet clothes, she finally opened her mouth and said.
Tang San answered: He had something to ask Little Tree.
Moreover, that aloof and proud kid didn't seem to find it too difficult to get along with him.
He took Tang San back to his room — the building was three stories high, with rooms all around on the second and third floors. The houses on the third floor were especially small, but they were independent. It was for the children who had grown up.
Boys and girls after the age of thirteen always want their own space.
The small tree was located on the right side of the third floor. It was very small, and apart from a narrow bed, there was only a flat stereoscopic cabinet. But the bedclothes on the bed were neatly folded, and the things in the cupboard were arranged in order. The paper, pen, ink, clothes, and colored stones and shells were all in their place.
Tang San admitted that he couldn't do such a thing.
He had been raised by his master as his successor since young. Although studying was a bit difficult, the environment in which he grew up was definitely not inferior to any noble prince or granddaughter. The number of maids serving him was not less than twenty. As for the rooms, they were even more beautiful. The ceiling and walls were all made of jade plates inlaid with crystals. Standing there, it was as if he was standing outside the ninth floor of the profound sky.
Compared to him, the small tree's living environment was like the difference between clouds and mud.
But why did he feel that this little tree had even more of a noble young master's demeanor than he did?
"Here, I'll give this to you. You can change it. I'll wait for you outside." Just as Tang San was thinking this, a small tree had already tossed him a grey shirt. Tang San reflexively grabbed the shirt in his hands and hurriedly said, "Thanks a lot."