【041 Meeting Mr. Deng】

Looking up, he was dazzled by the dazzling array of books. Many of them were once famous but never seen by him. After turning two rows of bookshelves, he found that the most books on the shelves were economics. Think about it, since the reform and opening up began in 1978, hasn’t Mr. Deng been committed to developing the national economy?

He was looking around here, but he didn't know that in another room, several people were looking at a square monitor with great enthusiasm. If he could see the picture in the monitor, he would definitely find it depressedly that it was the picture in the room he was in. In other words, Xiao Yitian's every move had long been under someone's surveillance.

"Well, I think it's almost done. Although this little devil is young, he is indeed mature and does not have the curiosity of ordinary little dolls. Let's go here, let's go now." A faint Western Shu dialect sounded, and he spoke as he was Mr. Deng who was about to meet Xiao Yitian! He stood up from the chair and slowly walked out of the monitoring room with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Yitian, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, drooling at the shelf, did not notice that the door slipped quietly. Because the floor was covered with thick carpets and Mr. Deng was wearing cloth shoes, so when he realized that there was someone behind him, Mr. Deng was already standing less than two meters behind him and smiling at him.

"Ah..." The moment he turned around and saw the person behind his back clearly, Xiao Yitian let out a light cry, and his eyes began to become a little wet. In his previous life, this old man who was highly respected by him could not wait until Hong Kong and Macao returned. He went to his country's land and took a look. It really made him feel heartbroken. After his rebirth, everything had a turning point. If Mr. Deng's body could last for ten or twenty years, the country's development would probably avoid many detours.

"Hello, little dear." Mr. Deng smiled and greeted him kindly.

"Deng...Grandpa Deng!" Xiao Yitian suppressed the soreness of his nose, stood attentively and raised his hand to salute the Young Pioneers.

The meeting with Mr. Deng continued until after nine o'clock in the evening. Mr. Deng, who was in a state of great enthusiasm, ignored the winks handed over by the staff many times. It was not until Xiao Yitian's stomach suddenly made a "gurgle" sound that Mr. Deng reacted and waved his hand to ask him to stop and go to have a full meal first.

Workers have brought the food that had been hot several times. When Xiao Yitian saw that two dishes and one soup, he couldn't help but sweat. Such a high-powered person still maintained a hard and simple style, which was beyond the reach of those officials with big belly in his previous life. This also strengthened his idea of ​​treating Mr. Deng. However, he was completely unsure of how to operate it. The main problem was how to make the staff around Mr. Deng believe that he had this ability without putting himself in danger. He didn't want to save his idol and then be forced to work at the Institute of Biological Sciences of the Chinese Academy of Sciences to work. Well, he acted as the subject of research. When he thought of himself being cut into slices of thin and even thickness like ham, he couldn't help but tremble.

Mr. Deng, who was sitting opposite him for dinner, looked at him strangely, thinking that the kid had caught a cold, so he waved to the staff standing behind him, and whispered a few instructions. The staff took the order and left. Although his voice was low, Xiao Yitian, who was sitting opposite, had extraordinary ear strength. Naturally, he could hear clearly and felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

Soon the staff member went back, holding a child's coat in his hand. It seemed that it was new and had not been worn yet. The only thing that was inappropriate was that the clothes looked like girls were wearing.

Seeing the suspicious look in Xiao Yitian's eyes, Mr. Deng put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, picked up the teacup and smiled, "Don't look at it, it's also a women's clothing. But I'm not going to give it to you, I'm just lending it to you for the time being. It's not that I'm stingy. The owner of this dress would probably cause trouble for me if he knew what I gave her random things."

Xiao Yitian couldn't help but sweat another time. In such a big country, if you dare to cause trouble for him, there would probably be no one except his little princess. In the last life, I learned from the news and the Internet that Mr. Deng had two granddaughters (actually granddaughters). If I remember correctly, they were all older than him. The clothes in front of me were not much different from my body shape, and they were new. This means that its owner was Mr. Deng's little granddaughter Deng Zhuoyue. Born in 1979, she was just one year older than Xiao Yitian. Because she was tall, the clothes could just be worn by Xiao Yitian, who had developed rapidly.

Swallowing the last grain of rice into his stomach, Xiao Yitian put down the bowl and patted his stomach with satisfaction. Suddenly, he lowered his head and looked at his slightly bulging belly with some distress.

Mr. Deng, who has been following him, asked him curiously: "What's wrong? Isn't eat enough or I'm not as good as the taste?" Because he is a fellow villager in Western Shu, Mr. Deng also specifically told the staff to make it according to the taste of Shu cuisine.

Xiao Yitian looked up and smiled, "That's not. I ate very well and full this meal. Because of this, I feel a little worried. If I have more food here a few more times, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat what others cook in the future. What if I starve to death?"

Looking at his frowning look, Mr. Deng laughed loudly, his voice was full of energy, not like an old man over 70 years old. Hearing this hearty laugh, Xiao Yitian suddenly laughed. It seemed that his performance just now was quite successful, and he should be able to bring a little distance between the two sides. In this way, he would have the opportunity to find an excuse to get close to him and clear his meridians for him.

According to the memory of the previous life, Mr. Deng’s grandson, Emperor Deng Zhuo, was born last year, so now he has two grandsons and two granddaughters, and is extremely happy. The old man, no matter how high his status is, is usually very kind to children at this age, so Xiao Yitian decided to use his current appearance to try to attract Mr. Deng’s liking, and strive to get close to him. If he could go to his house, it would be better, and there would be more opportunities.

After dinner, it was already past ten o'clock. According to Mr. Deng's usual habits, he should have had a rest at this time. Today, because he had a too-specialized conversation with Xiao Yitian, he has not even returned home yet. As for Xiao Yitian, if he has been practicing the Nine Heavens Mystery for so many years, if he is still sleepy like an ordinary child, he will be in vain, so he is still energetic.

The staff bent down and whispered a few words in Mr. Deng's ear. When Xiao Yitian heard this, he was advised that he should take a rest.

Mr. Deng pondered for a moment, looked at Xiao Yitian, then nodded, and said with a smile: "Little kid, it's getting late, I'm going home, or your grandma Zhuo should criticize me again. How about it? Or you go back with me, and let's talk about it in a candle-keeping night?"
Chapter completed!