"Head up," Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hands to hold Ah Chou's face, and just touched A Chou's face with his big hand. Zhong Mingwei was startled, his face was wet, Zhong Mingwei panicked. "Girl, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
A Chou didn't speak. Shaking his head vigorously. Then he buried it in his big hands and started crying.
"Girl, don't cry," Zhong Mingwei couldn't see Ah Chou crying the most. But this girl didn't know why there were only so many tears, she cried when she was happy and when she was sad. Cry when wronged. He had never seen such a crying girl before, Zhong Mingwei really couldn't do anything with her, he was really holding her in his hand for fear of falling. I'm afraid it will melt in my mouth. "Girl. Be careful for a while and feel dizzy. Stop crying. Stop crying."
After all, it took a while to cry before it gradually stopped, Ah Chou twitched. Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he brought a bowl of tea and fed it to her, but Ah Chou shook his head and refused to drink it. Zhong Mingwei finally turned dark: "Hurry up and drink, if you dare to be stubborn again, be careful and I will beat you!"
Ah Chou stared at him with red eyes, but obediently drank half a bowl of water, and finally he stopped twitching.
"Why are you crying?" Zhong Mingwei let Ah Chou sit across from him, and asked A Chou with a serious face, just like a stern gentleman scolding Tong'er, "If you dare not tell the truth, I will beat you! It's real! No scare you!"
"I, I think I'm too bad," Ah Chou hung his head, stared at his toes, paused, and added in a low voice, "Not only is it bad, but I'm also selfish."
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Zhong Mingwei frowned, stretched out his hand and rubbed Ah Chou's little head: "Tell me what's wrong with you? How can you be selfish? If you don't know clearly, I'll still hit you."
"I... I just don't want others to know that you are in good health, not even the queen mother..." After a while, Ah Chou spoke again. On one side, her voice became softer, "I know that the Queen Mother must be very worried about you, but I still don't want her to know, I just want them to think that you are still half-dead, and that you will never get better in this life it's..."
"Why?" Zhong Mingwei's voice softened a lot. He looked at the shiny braid and liked it no matter how he looked at it. He habitually reached out and held the tail of the braid, and rubbed it gently.
"I'm afraid she will come to snatch you from me... Hiss!" At this point, A Chou was a little excited, and suddenly raised his head to look at Zhong Mingwei. The action was so sudden that Zhong Mingwei had no time to react, and he still grabbed the end of her braid. , and then Ah Chou covered his head and screamed, "Ah! It hurts, it hurts!"
Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he let go and crawled over to check: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"Who told you to always catch people's pigtails?!" Ah Chou covered his head and grinned aggrievedly, "You said that you are a man in his thirties, and you catch people whenever you have nothing to do. Is there anyone else with a braid like yours?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong, I was wrong, come on, let me rub it for you," Zhong Mingwei was embarrassed and distressed, stretched out his hand to pull Ah Chou, let the angry little girl lie on his lap, and then He gently untied the twisted braid, and while gently rubbing the little girl's scalp, he asked softly, "Does it hurt here? Does it hurt badly?"
"Well, it hurts everywhere, you rub it all for me." Ah Chou lay on Zhong Mingwei's lap, and felt that she was not so wronged, but her heart was still empty, Zhong Mingwei was so good to her, but why did she just So bad
"Girl, your hair has grown long, almost reaching your waist." Zhong Mingwei rubbed Ah Chou's scalp with one hand, while gently stroking A Chou's soft and smooth hair, "Wait a little longer, I will learn to give you hair." Disk hair."
"Zhong Mingwei, you...don't be so nice to me," A Chou's eyes were wet again, "I don't deserve you, I'm really not good, not at all..."
"Didn't we agree that we would not dislike anyone for half a catty?" Zhong Mingwei said softly.
"That's half a catty of scrap iron versus eight taels of gold," Ah Chou muttered, and whispered, "I'm scrap iron, and you are gold."