"I'm free, every day is free." Zhong Mingwei couldn't help curling his lips, this girl was acting like a spoiled child to him.
"Hey." A Chou smiled, shy and proud, "Zhong Mingwei, why are you so nice?"
"Believe it or not, I can do better?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.
"Can it be better?" Ah Chou raised his head and looked at him curiously. "What else can I do?"
"Stomach hurts. Find Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong is not at home, find San Scar," at the moment. Zhong Mingwei sang softly while rubbing his belly, "San Scar is sharpening a knife at home. The child was so scared. Does it still hurt? It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Hehe, what is this?" Ah Chou listened to him singing, smiling broadly. Such a cheesy nursery rhyme. It came from Zhong Mingwei's mouth. This is really too out of place, no wonder Ah Chou laughed so hard. But suddenly Ah Chou frowned again, too busy to laugh anymore. My stomach hurts even more from laughing, but my eyebrows and eyes are still curved, like two crescent moons. The ugly girl in the eyes of others, this small appearance is also very touching.
"When I was a child, my mother sang it when I rubbed my stomach," Zhong Mingwei smiled, and he didn't feel too embarrassed. He continued, "She is full of folk songs, and she sings them in my ears every day. The little song is passed down from generation to generation, and I got tired of singing it to her at that time, thinking she was too noisy, but this is the only song I can remember now."
"Sing it to me again," Ah Chou wriggled in his arms, "it's really nice."
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei said softly, while singing softly to their little girl, "Stomach hurts, find Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong is not at home, find San Ba, San Ba is sharpening knives at home..."
"Stop, stop!" Ah Chou suddenly cut off Zhong Mingwei's words, tilted his head and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Who is San Scar?"
Zhong Mingwei: "..."
"A person with three scars? That's really scary," Ah Chou said to himself before Zhong Mingwei could reply, and while reaching out to touch the dark red scar on his neck, he whispered, "Just Like me, ugly and scary."
"You're not ugly, and you're not scary," Zhong Mingwei seemed to be stabbed with a knife, Zhong Mingwei couldn't breathe in the pain, he held Ah Chou's face in his hands, and looked at A Chou without blinking. He said clearly and earnestly, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world, no one else can compare to you."
"That's what you said," Ah Chou stared at him blankly for a while, then smiled suddenly, turned his face away, wrapped his arms around his neck, and said softly, "But that's enough."
Yeah, that's enough.
To her, there are only two kinds of people in this world, one is Zhong Mingwei and the other is not Zhong Mingwei. The former is more important to her than her life, while the latter she really doesn't care about. Can hold a person.
Feeling the warmth of his neck, Zhong Mingwei suddenly tightened his grip on the little girl in his arms.
"Zhong Mingwei, can you sing it to me again?" The little girl in her arms acted coquettishly, "No one has ever rubbed my belly, let alone sang these nursery rhymes to me."
"Okay, I'll sing enough for you today, and I'll make up for you all these years." The thirty-two-year-old man was so gentle that he sang a ditty to their little girl over and over again, "Stomach hurts." , looking for Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong is not at home, looking for San Scar, San Scar is sharpening knives at home, scaring the child to take a good... "
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the next day.
For the first time in his life, Ah Chou slept until he was exposed to the sun.
This sleep was really sweet and comfortable, she yawned, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and then met the man's face so close, she was startled suddenly, her yawning mouth was too late to close On the way, she just stared at Zhong Mingwei with such a big mouth, and trembled for a long time before saying: "This, this, this..."
"Is the stomach better? Does it still hurt?" Compared with A Chou's panic, Zhong Mingwei looked calm. ?”