"Being with you, tears are sweet." Mu Nanzhi whispered, hugging Lu Zhishan tighter.
"Then you can't cry all the time. My cousin will be very distressed."
"Cry as long as you want!" Mu Nanzhi snuggled into the man's arms and murmured softly, "Whenever I cry, you coax me nicely. I like how you coax me..."
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"Eldest sister! Brother-in-law!"
The two of them were enjoying themselves in the Nuan Pavilion when they heard Mu Nanshan's voice coming from outside. Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he pushed Lu Zhishan away and was about to walk out, but Lu Zhishan grabbed her.
"What are you doing? Don't mess around in front of Shan'er." Mu Nanzhi hurriedly woke him up.
Lu Zhishan looked helpless, took a handkerchief and wiped her face and said, "You still have white flour on your face."
"It's not your fault!" Mu Nanzhi muttered. Hearing Mu Nanshan call her outside again, he was so busy that he responded, "Oh! I'm in the Nuan Pavilion, Shan'er, come in!"
"yes!"
Lu Zhishan carefully wiped the white powder off Mu Nanzhi's face, then put down the handkerchief, and watched as Mu Nanshan carried the food box and respectfully entered the Nuan Pavilion. For a moment, Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi both He was startled.
"What are you doing?" Mu Nanzhi looked at the huge food box and asked Mu Nanshan, "What's in this? Could it be possible that you made the New Year's Eve dishes yourself and delivered them to me?"
Mu Nanshan did not answer, and immediately opened the food box, revealing two cups of milk tea and a plate of milk tofu. As soon as Mu Nanzhi saw the steaming milk tea, he was stunned.
"I just hope that my eldest sister and brother-in-law will not give up on the craft I just learned," Mu Nanshan said, kneeling respectfully on the ground, and then handed the milk tea in front of Mu Nanzhi with both hands, "Eldest sister please."
Mu Nanzhi looked at Mu Nanshan and then at the cup of milk tea, feeling extremely sad for a moment.
That year, when she was only five years old, she was dragged out of bed by two stout nannies. In the cool morning, there was no goodbye, no tears, only a cup of hot milk tea, which was her favorite taste and also The taste she longed for most was just that she was never willing to drink it, always leaving Shan'er with the most beautiful taste in the world.
The last cup of milk tea was no exception.
She placed the cup of milk tea on Shan'er's bedside. Shan'er hadn't woken up yet. She was sleeping deeply, but there were still tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. She knew that her mother had scolded Shan'er, and she also knew that Shan'er had been scolded by Shan'er last night. Cried all night.
"Shan'er," she brushed her hand across Shan'er's cheek, and gently poked the finger marks on his white and tender skin, which were left when her mother got angry and attacked Shan'er yesterday. Sighing softly, "Shan'er, I hope you grow up quickly, but I also hope you never grow up."
I don’t know when her mother came to the bed. She was staring at the sleeping Shan'er like her. After a while, she heard her mother say slowly: "Don't worry, he will grow up as soon as you leave."
"Mother," Mu Nanzhi's eyes moved away from Shan'er's face and landed on Lu Minglan's face. He was obviously only a five-year-old child, but his eyes were so clear and bright that people couldn't bear to look directly at them. "You are still alive." Are you comfortable?"
Lu Minglan was disturbed by her sight and turned her face away uncomfortably. After a while, she held her lips together sarcastically: "In Beidi, you can only survive or not, so what's the point of feeling uncomfortable?"
"Is it the same in Dali?" Mu Nanzhi asked.
Lu Minglan's heart felt suffocated and throbbed with pain. Her lips trembled for a long time before she spoke: "Nanny, don't blame me..."