"Okay." Lu Zhishan responded, got off the couch with the child, and casually took a dark cloak from the screen and put it on the child. The evening in early April was still a bit cold.
It's just that the cloak belonged to Lu Zhishan. It was naturally too wide when it was put on the child's body. It hung on the ground for a long time. Lu Zhishan realized that he had taken it by mistake and was about to take it off for the child, but But the child hid and didn't let the man take off his cloak. She especially liked wearing men's clothes, so she ran out happily. Lu Zhishan could only follow behind, bending down to carry a long coat for the child. The hem of the cloak was lowered, for fear that she would get her feet caught.
"I have eaten pears a lot in the past, but I have never seen pear blossoms. I never knew that pear blossoms are so beautiful. They are even more beautiful than the precious flowers and plants in the palace. They are so soft and white that they are better than snow. No wonder Cen Shen compares pear blossoms to snow. What's the matter? The spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed." The two held hands and walked under the pear trees. The evening breeze blew on their faces. Mu Nanzhi looked at the falling pear blossoms and couldn't help but sigh, feeling that the man was holding her hand tighter. It was tight, it was so sweet in her heart, sweeter than eating pears. She curled her lips and smiled softly, "When it snowed, you were too cold to let me go out to enjoy the snow. You don't want to do it now." Made up for it.”
"We are also lucky. This year's late spring is colder than in previous years, so the pear blossoms bloom later. Otherwise, we would never see pear blossoms in April," Lu Zhishan said softly, looking at the child's temples and shoulders. The petals and the whole heart were so gentle that he could not help but lean down and kiss the child's red lips, "My daughter is much sweeter than pears."
Mu Nanzhi's cheeks were slightly red. She looked up at the man. The afterglow of the setting sun coated the man's body with a warm halo. The man looked at her, warm and peaceful. She was a little dazed. For a moment, she I actually felt that the man looked very much like the Buddha on the lotus throne.
That's right, this man is her Buddha.
She only believed in him in her life. She had no distracting thoughts in her heart, she was totally devoted and extremely pious.
She stretched out her hand, hugged the man's waist, lay on his chest, and said softly to the man's left chest: "Lu Zhishan, I really like you."
The man said nothing, stretched out his hands to hug the child into his arms, and gently stroked the child's hair with his chin.
He didn't say anything, but there were thousands of words in his heart.
This child is his cool breeze in summer, warm sun in winter, and the Tathagata Buddha who rescues him from the sea of suffering.
Without her...
Lu Zhishan silently locked the child tighter, took a deep breath, and buried his face in the child's neck.
"Cousin, what's wrong with you?" Mu Nanzhi was a little flustered when he noticed something strange about the man, and asked hurriedly.
"Nanny, don't talk," Lu Zhishan said softly, "hug me."
As expected, Mu Nanzhi didn't speak any more. She hugged Lu Zhishan tightly while reaching out to smooth the man's hair.
Lu Zhishan suddenly felt like crying.
In fact, the memory of his mother has been blurred for a long time. The only thing that he can still remember is that Xu Guifei combed his hair and took him to fly a kite. That soft and beautiful woman always smiled and gently kissed him. He combed his hair.
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
That was the first poem he could memorize. As soon as he learned it, he stood in front of Xu Guibi and recited it, shaking his head. Xu Guibi said that this poem was unlucky and kept praising Shan'er for being smart.
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Lu Zhishan felt a severe pain in his heart, as if there was a crack that had been winding for thirty years and suddenly collapsed on this day.