When Zhong Mingwei went to untie the fourth hair knot, Ah Chou finally couldn't help it, she said uneasy and coy: "No...no need. Just leave it alone, I can comb it by myself in a while..."
Zhong Mingwei ignored her and untied the hair knot. Then he took out the wooden comb that A Chou put in casually from the sewing basket, and combed A Chou's hair one by one. Ah Chou's hair is not long. Just hanging down from his knees to his ankles, Zhong Mingwei held a handful of hair in his hand and smoothed it out, and then held another. Comb the floor at once.
He never thought that one day he would comb a woman's hair so patiently and gently, he really never thought about it, at most, he thought about it occasionally. If you have a daughter in the future. It is necessary to assign more mothers and aunts to take care of her. The daughter's family is rich and busy, so she cannot be sloppy at all. His Zhong Mingwei's daughter should naturally be even more precious.
only. He has no daughters. This kind of thinking is useless, I just don't want to. Today, in this simple courtyard. All his patience and gentleness were actually used on this girl, and he didn't find it so incredible, he felt extremely calm. Seems like it should be.
"Does it hurt so much?" He combed his hair and asked the little girl whose face was buried in his lap and who dared not move.
"It doesn't hurt." The little girl said coyly, her voice was trembling, and she couldn't tell whether she was more excited or excited.
"It's the first time I brush someone's hair. It's not serious or serious. If it hurts, just squeak, don't just bear it." Zhong Mingwei said again.
"Well," the little girl's voice trembled even more. Zhong Mingwei thought it was because he was too strong, so he lowered his strength, and then he heard the little girl speak cautiously again, "Zhong Mingwei, then... the one you used to Really... Really never combed other people's hair?"
Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips: "Is this still fake?"
"Really?" the little girl asked again, her voice was not so timid, but it became louder, and there was a little uncontrollable laughter.
"What did I lie to you, a little girl?" Zhong Mingwei was a little helpless, the little furry head under his hands was arching, not honest at all, Zhong Mingwei endured it for a long time and finally couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his hand and pinched the little girl Hong Small jade-like ears, "Don't laugh anymore, be careful and I'll beat you up."
"Hey hey hey!" At this moment, the little girl who was about to be suffocated couldn't help laughing out loud, she buried her face in the man's lap and laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe. Finally She could only turn her face to the side, and the laughter became even louder, clucking like silver bells, agile and pleasant, suddenly, she stopped smiling, not only stopped smiling, her eyes were wide open, obviously nervous and scared .
The man's fingers stopped on her neck, rubbing gently along the dark red scar, Ah Chou's face froze immediately, and his joyous heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
"Did it hurt to death at that time?" Zhong Mingwei gently rubbed the dark red scar and said in a deep voice.
Ah Chou naturally knew when he was talking about, and suddenly his eyes were red: "It hurts, it hurts so badly, I have to endure it during the day, I still have to go out to work, and I have to work harder than before, and I can't sleep because of the pain at night." I feel like I have to endure it, two of the pillows were bitten off."
Yes, what should I do if I can't bear it
She is the thorn in Concubine Zhao Gui's eyes, is it possible that she still has to cry and remind others to teach her a lesson
So, she could only endure it, but Ah Chou was also used to it, didn't a servant have to endure it all the time
But at this moment, in front of Zhong Mingwei, she couldn't bear it anymore, she felt extremely wronged, for herself who was frightened in Yanxi Palace at that time, and for herself who worked so hard as a slave for so many years.
"In the future, I will find the best doctor to treat you." Zhong Mingwei's throat was so sore, and the scar under his fingertips seemed to be born on his body, "I will definitely heal you."