Mint-Stained Shirt

Chapter 11

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Most of the boys like guns, and Xiao Yuan has done it himself, but Mingshu is a little surprised when he makes guns. Mingshu is too beautiful, not to say she looks like a girl, but she is very delicate and delicate, and her facial features are a bit carefully crafted. Boys are beautiful and easy to misunderstand. He never thought that Mingshu also likes guns and tanks. Mingshu asked him for gifts. The first thing he thought of was beads. It's a good-looking thing to wear.

Otherwise, he would not have asked Xiao Jinlan for that mint bracelet.

Mingshu only straightened himself for a while, and then he became dishonest. He reached out and scratched his feet, "I want to get the gun ready quickly, so I can't blow the fan."

Xiao Yuan made a paper gun for an autumn. He didn't know what Mingshu was anxious about, so he asked, "Is it useful to rush to finish it?"

Mingshu looked at him, "I want to have a gift soon."

These words sound silly at first, but the word "gift" has become a high-frequency word in Xiao Yu'an's place. The day before yesterday, Mingshu saw with his own eyes that he gave the shell gun to Xiao Muching and Xiao Jincheng, and Mingshu also wanted it. Shell gun

He didn't give it, so Mingshu did it himself

If Mingshu really suffered from heat rash because of this incident, then he would be very sorry.

"Want my present?" Xiao Yuan asked uncertainly.

Mingshu blinked and nodded, the amplitude was quite large, and he almost went to his chest, "I want a gift from my brother, if my brother doesn't give it, I will make it myself."

Xiao Yuan took a deep breath, wondering if the ward was too stuffy, and felt that his head was a little swollen.

Mingshu didn't want to say it at first, he was ashamed, but he was not afraid when he said it.

In fact, children are pure and simple, but it is instinct to act coquettishly to please. Which child doesn't want to be hurt, this instinct makes them play the tricks bluntly, expose their grievances, and recruit pain. But when you're older, you won't be able to. It's a shame for a teenage adult not to do this kind of thing.

When Mingshu said this, Xiao Yuan heard this, and the feeling of guilt came up. Mingshu took the hand that touched his foot to lead him, he didn't slap anyone away, and subconsciously said: "Don't do it when you go back to the gun. already."

Mingshu opens his eyes, what is this? He doesn't have a shell gun, so he can't make one himself

"If you want a gun, I have it there." Mostly, Xiao Yuan thought about it, and added, "I made it myself."

Mingshu was surprised, "Brother, can you do it too?"

Is this being looked down upon by children? Xiao Yuan frowned slightly, "Could it be you?"

Mingshu is very well-behaved, but he was following the pole to the age where he could climb to the sky. With a turn of mind, he had an idea, "Then brother, let's do it with me."

Xiao Yu'an didn't have time to make paper guns with a child, but Mingshu couldn't refuse it. The child's illness this time has something to do with him, and he has to get used to it.

Seeing Xiao Yuan nodding, Mingshu's little face was so happy that he was going to catch Xiao Yuan again. Xiao Yu'an recalled that Mingshu had just pulled out his feet, and he felt a little soft-hearted, so Mingshu pouted.

Duzui is not a good habit, neither is humming. Children love it when they are young, and it takes parents to discipline them from time to time to correct them. Xiao Yu'an is not Mingshu's parent, he is a child himself, but seeing Mingshu's rudeness, his thoughts of discipline came up, and he pinched Mingshu's cheek with one hand, "No pouting."

Mingshu has never been pinched like this before, struggling with a humming. Xiao Yu'an used both hands and said, "Don't hum, how old are you?"

This is not really asking about the age. Mingshu is 5 years old. He knew it when he took Mingshu down from the tree last time.

But Mingshu didn't understand, and answered honestly: "5 years old!"

With that kind of smug tone again, Xiao Yuan deeply felt that the generation gap was too big and troublesome. Mingshu patted his wrist and begged him: "Brother, let go, your hands are dirty."

Xiao Yu'an was surprised. He was the only one who thought others were dirty. How could anyone think he was dirty? And before entering the ward, he wiped the alcohol at the door.

"I just touched your hand." Mingshu said, "My hand touched your foot."

Xiao Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Do you still know that you have touched your feet?"

Ming Shu smiled.

Xiao Yu'an let go of him, remembered the bracelet in his pocket, and took it out, a bunch of mint and a bunch of powder, just one on each wrist.

Mingshu is very white, and these two colors are just right. Xiao Yuan stood aside after wearing it. Isn't Mingshu thinking about gifts? I'm sure I'll be happy when I receive them now.

But to his surprise, the child who was smiling just now suddenly burst into tears. He wiped his tears as soon as he raised his hand, crying out of breath.

Xiao Yuan was a little panicked, and hugged the person in his arms, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Mingshu stared at the bracelet, lowered his head, and gave him a kiss, cherishing it too much.

"Brother, this is the first time I have received a present."

Xiao Yu'an didn't react for a while. Gifts are too common in the Xiao family. Before he and Xiao Muting were born, the elders had prepared golden locks and bracelets. There were special gifts for birthdays every year, and there were always gifts. My grandparents have three children, my father, my uncle, and my aunt. My sister-in-law just got married and has no children yet. She loves the four of them too much. Every time she comes back to Grandpa, the back of the car is full of gifts. Even if she doesn't come back, she will send gifts to her home. There is also a birthday party in the class, and whoever celebrates his birthday will go to his house for dinner, with a gift.

If he were asked to count how many gifts he had received, he would not be able to count them for a while. Too much.

Ming Shu actually said that the two bracelets were the first gifts he received.

The Ming family is not a difficult family, and it is impossible to treat their children badly, but it is impossible for Mingshu to cry like this, and it cannot be a lie. Xiao Yu'an can only think that although the conditions of the two families are similar, the way of raising children is different. The Xiao family's parents often use "toy cannonballs", and the Ming family doesn't even give their children a gift for their birthday.

Thinking about it this way, I feel more and more pitiful for the little guy in front of me. No wonder that day when I learned that the gift didn't belong to me, I pouted and turned around and ran away.

Xiao Yuan recalled that when he was 5 years old, his last birthday before primary school was of great significance, so he organized a big one. He and Xiao Muting's birthdays are too close, so they do it together every year. My sister-in-law came back early and dressed up the yard like an amusement park, with balloons and ribbons. Several toy cars that could ride people were pulled in. Almost all the children in the cadre's compound came. He and Xiao Muting were wearing toy cars. The pointy hat, the hand is sore at the end of receiving the gift. After school, Cheng Yue told him that when he had a birthday, everyone in the courtyard across the street knew it, and he was very proud.

And when did the Ming family next door celebrate Mingshu's birthday? Not impressed.

Mingshu was still crying, carefully kissing the bracelet. The way children express their liking is too simple. Apart from saying that they like it, it is laughing, kissing, and holding hands without letting go. Xiao Yuan looked a little sad, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to touch Mingshu's head, Mingshu suddenly grabbed his hand.

If you want to catch it, catch it, maybe this is also an expression of liking. Unexpectedly, Mingshu cried until he burped enough, and even if he cried enough, he didn't need to be coaxed, and he just handed Mingshu his hand at this moment, and Mingshu grabbed his hand to wipe his tears and snot.

Looking at the slippery back of that hand, he was so angry and funny. It's not too particular about it. For another child, he has to push people away, and then immediately find the faucet to wash. But now he can't do it, and Mingshu has already marked him as "no one hurts".

He can forgive him for a while.