"Cousin, this is not your fault..." Mu Nanzhi held the man's face and said softly.
Every time she mentions Nan Xinjiang, the man is so heavy. She has always known where the man's heart is, but she can't help it. This is not a knot that she can open. Her light "It's not your fault" is actually It was impossible to really comfort the man, but she really couldn't find anything else to say except this.
Yes, this is not my cousin's fault, but this has tortured my cousin for twelve years.
She really felt sorry for her cousin.
Lu Zhishan curled his lips slightly and hugged the child tighter. His chin gently rubbed the child's hair, and the gentle touch comforted his heart.
"Cousin, can you go to the battlefield again?" Mu Nanzhi suddenly sat up straight. She held the man's face and looked directly at him, her eyes unblinking. "Cousin, I think You will definitely win this time."
"Why?" He held the child's white and tender hands tightly with both hands. The man's heartbeat was abnormal.
"Because you have me now," the child said seriously, "Because you have me, you will definitely be calmer, more cautious, and luckier than you were twelve years ago."
Lu Zhishan held Mu Nanzhi's face and kissed her red lips gently: "Yes, Nannan is my lucky charm."
"Then cousin, you should always keep your lucky charm close to your body," Mu Nanzhi whispered, "no matter whether you are in the capital or in southern Xinjiang."
"Okay, cousin will take you everywhere," Lu Zhishan said slowly, while asking the child, "Do you still want to eat? I haven't eaten much."
"No," Mu Nanzhi shook his head, nuzzled into Lu Zhishan's arms, picked up a green willow tree on the windowsill and asked Lu Zhishan, "Cousin, can you weave wicker?"
Lu Zhishan took the wicker stick from her hand, quickly turned it into a circle, and then put it on Mu Nanzhi's head. Looking at the child's appearance, he couldn't help but smile: "It's better than The gold and silver are pretty good.”
"Then you look good too," Mu Nanzhi also made a willow ring and put it on Lu Zhishan's head. Looking at the man's appearance, she couldn't help but giggle, "Cousin, you are wearing it upside down." Not very pretty.”
Lu Zhishan: "..."
Can it look good
That man wants to wear green on his head
However, Lu Zhishan didn't take it off either. He let the children tease him. After laughing enough, the child suddenly asked: "Cousin, why do you have to wear a willow during the Qingming Festival? In the past, the nuns in the palace only told me that it was a custom. , but they didn’t tell me much about how this custom came about.”
"If you don't wear a willow during the Qingming Festival, you will become a yellow dog after death," Lu Zhishan said to Mu Nanzhi seriously, "If you don't wear a willow during the Qingming Festival, you will become a pig or a dog in the next life."
The corner of Mu Nanzhi's mouth twitched: "... Cousin, are you drinking fake wine?"
"This is what my husband told me before," Lu Zhishan said with an innocent look on his face. "My husband also said that this is a Dali folk proverb that has existed since ancient times."
Mu Nanzhi: "...is the gentleman you are talking about Zhang Daru?"
Lu Zhishan nodded: "Yes, I am just such a gentleman."
Mu Nanzhi said with a black line: "... It must be Zhang Daru who drank fake wine."
Lu Zhishan: "..."
While the two were discussing the relationship between Willow and pigs and dogs, Du Heng entered the backyard from the front yard.
"General..." As soon as he entered the side hall, Du Heng was speechless.