It was the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter. After the wind and snow, the next morning, I saw a string of icicles hanging on the eaves under the corridor. Under the winter sun, they were crystal clear and lustrous, and they looked extraordinarily beautiful.
The weather is slowly clearing up, and the sun is rarely out.
Xu Mu, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was still a little pale. The face that was originally white and tender as a new lily, and the little face that could squeeze out the water when he reached out his hand was now dry. Only the pair of black grapes, whose eyes were particularly bright against the pale face, were staring at the strings of ice skating down the corridor without blinking.
Lu Feng used to like to jump up to get this yo in winter. He held it in his hand and told him mysteriously that it was sweet and tasted good. He was always greedy and refused to give him a taste. .
The seriousness of what she said made Xu Mu, who was half-believing it or not, feel greedy in his heart, as if he was lightly nudged by a cat's claws.
The Lu family's father always said that Lu Feng was already engaged, and he was so nonsense that she was not allowed to give him cold things. This is also the reason why Xu Mu is greedy but can't taste it
Taking advantage of no one, Xu Mu secretly tugged at Lu Feng's sleeve and stared at Yoyo in her hand, like a puppy wagging its tail when it saw a fleshy bone, it was extremely useless.
Lu Feng raised his arm and lifted the ice skate in his hand higher, for fear that he would jump up and grab it, and said with all seriousness: "This thing is cold, you will have diarrhea if you taste it."
Xu Mu struggled between having diarrhea and satisfying his curiosity. Before he could make a decision, Lu Feng opened his mouth and bit a piece of ice to hold it. Before he noticed, he reached out and raised his chin and lowered his head to feed him. mouth.
The bright ice cube was stuffed into her mouth with the tip of her tongue, Xu Mujing shivered, sticking out her tongue and trying to push it out, but she pressed the back of her head with her hand, so that the gap between the lips between the two was tightly attached. Strictly.
The ice cubes melted between the entanglement of his lips and tongue, and the mixed saliva that was too late to swallow flowed down the corners of his mouth, so embarrassed that he reached out and pinched Lu Feng's waist.
He clearly wanted to kiss him, so he had to use ice skating to talk things out, and it was sweet to lie to him.
Lu Feng, who had succeeded in stealing incense, put his arms around Xu Mu's waist with one hand, and pulled his sleeves with the other to wipe off the water marks on the corner of his mouth. He smiled and lowered his head against his forehead, rubbed it contentedly, and said softly, "It's really sweet. ."
She licked her lips unwillingly, and Xu Mu blushed for a while when she saw it.
At that time, they hadn't gotten married yet, and he always felt that there would be more sweet days to come. Before getting married, it would be better to be more restrained so as not to be gossiped... If he had known that they would only have such a short happy time after marriage, Xu Mu would be getting married. I will definitely let her kiss, let her hold...
When the news of Lu Feng's death came back from the frontier, Xu Mu didn't know what his expression was, but he felt that his body suddenly fell into the ice cellar and his mind was empty.
They just got married, they haven't been intimate enough, and they don't have children yet. How could she be so cruel to keep him and let go.
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The feeling of despair welled up from the bottom of my heart again, and the heat rushed to the eyes. In Xu Mu's dark eyes, water mist instantly appeared, blurring the vision in front of him.
The ice under the eaves merged with the snow-white roof outside, and in Xu Mu's eyes, it all turned into blurry swaying drops of water. His chest was achingly suppressed, Xu Mu raised his neck and pounded his chest with his fists before letting himself take a breath. Tears fell down his cheeks and dripped onto the cotton-padded jacket on his chest, soaking a small piece of it.
With his vision clear, Xu Mucai looked down at his small palm. The palm was pink and clean, without a single callus. This was the palm of his nine-year-old. By the time he was twelve or thirteen years old, a layer of cocoons had already grown in his palms. In order to treat his seriously ill father, he desperately made cakes to make money. Later, after his father died, he met Lu Feng, who was addicted to sweets.
Lu Feng was a light when his life was gloomy, leading him out of the pain of losing a loved one, and letting him taste another sweet feeling apart from family love, but when the light went out, Xu Mu couldn't stand it any longer.
Xu Mu didn't know what happened after his death, and when he opened his eyes again, he returned to when he was nine years old. He and his father came to the capital from Lingnan two years earlier.
His grandmother was a teacher, and his father, Mrs. Li, married a student under her. The student took a test and was assigned to work in Lingnan. His father also followed and gave birth to him in Lingnan.
The mother and father are both melodious and harmonious, and the family of three is happy. However, the good times did not last long. When he was six years old, his mother died of a serious illness. His father washed his face in tears all day, but he had to cheer up to take care of him.
At that time, Xu Mu also missed his mother, especially when other people's children had their mothers on their backs and their mothers in their arms, he would feel uncomfortable holding his father. After all, he was young, and slowly his mother's gentle appearance faded in his mind, leaving only a vague shadow. Whenever he mentioned his mother, he would secretly wipe his tears, and only his father was left.
At that time, Xu Mu didn't understand why his father was crying again, but after he got married and learned the news of Lu Feng's death, he understood his father's feelings.
His father took him to live in Lingnan until he was eleven years old. After learning that Jingzhong's grandfather was seriously ill, he returned to his parents' home in Jingzhong, and later settled in Beijing.
But now, when he was only nine years old, his father took him back to Beijing. When Xu Mu was seriously ill, he heard his grandfather's words in a daze, "Let you come back to live with us earlier with candied fruit, just thinking that if something happens to your father and son, you can still take care of them, you have to give Xiao Xu Shousan Nian Ling, you can see that the candied fruit is so sick now, if you father and son live in Lingnan without relatives, you will not cry to death."
Candied fruit is Xu Mu's nickname, because his father made a good snack, so he simply gave him a nickname for snacks, and only let the family call it.
Grandfather Zhang's babbling voice was always in his ears. Xu Mu didn't hear much at that time because of the burning sensation, but now he can probably guess that this time, it was probably because his grandmother was afraid that the father and son would be helpless in Lingnan, so she insisted on bringing them together. pick up.
Li Shi's crying eyes were red and swollen, and she reached out and touched Xu Muhong's abnormal face, "Father, I only have candied fruit left, he can't do anything..."
Grandfather and grandmother had only such a son in their entire lives, so they were naturally in a panic. That was why after Xu Mu's mother died, the old couple wanted to bring their son back.
Xu Mu, who has always been in good health, never thought that he would fall ill as soon as he arrived in the capital. The disease came suddenly, and he became confused and his face turned red.
Xu Mu grew up in the palm of his hand. After losing his mother, Mrs. Li was even more pampered. She had never had such a serious illness before. She was so frightened that Mrs. Li lost any backbone and leaned over his father, Mrs. Zhang. crying like a child in his arms.
Mrs. Li was only twenty-four years old this year, and Mrs. Zhang was only in her forties. Seeing his trembling son crying in his arms, Mrs. Zhang's eyes were also red, and she reached out to stroke his trembling back, choked up and said, "Don't be afraid, good boy, your mother has gone to the best doctor in Beijing, candied fruit. It'll be fine for sure."
Li choked and wiped away her tears, listening to what her son, who was burning with red cheeks and white lips, was talking on the bed. Li didn't hear it clearly, so he leaned over and listened carefully for a while before frowning and hesitatingly said: "The candied fruit seems to be calling someone, and keeps repeating two words. I can't hear it clearly, but it seems to be the road. wind?"
Xu Mu's temperament has always been introverted, and he doesn't have many friends. Mrs. Li doesn't remember any of his few friends with this name.
Mrs. Zhang leaned over to listen and said, "What the child said is clearly a leak, where is the road wind." He came over to tuck Xu Mu's bed more tightly, and listened to the voice of his wife's owner asking the doctor to come back. .
Seeing that his son stopped talking, Mr. Li thought he had heard the wrong sound.
The doctor came to check the pulse and prescribed medicine, and Xu Mu's fever slowly subsided.
It has been almost half a month since he recovered from his illness, and Xu Mu sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, still unable to believe that he has lived again.
When Mrs. Li came back from the outside, she saw Xu Mu standing at the door in a daze, not knowing what happened, and now her face was covered in tears.
"Candied fruit?" Li hurried over in distress, half-kneeled in front of Xu Mu, took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, and asked softly, "Why are you crying again, is there any discomfort?"
After his son woke up from a serious illness, his temper was even more restrained. Not only did he not like to talk, but he was always staring at some things in a daze. After a while, his face was full of tears.
Xu Mu looked at Mrs. Li, who had a gentle expression in front of him with a deep worry in his eyes, and saw that the only thing between his brows and eyes was the tiredness of worrying about taking care of him these days, not the haggard appearance of that year, his eyes were hot, and he almost came back again. cried out.
Xu Mu stretched out his arms and put his arms around Li's neck, rubbing his nose, which had been frozen outside for a long time, on his neck, and his voice was a little gruff, "Don't worry, Daddy, I'm fine."
The light and sweet fragrance on Li's body was silently comforting, Xu Mu lay in his arms for a while, and he felt a lot calmer.
Xu Mu got up from his arms and asked, "How did you find your dad's shop?"
Because of his son's obedience and understanding, Li's exhaustion has almost been swept away recently. He stretched out his hand and took his cold little hand and put it in the palm of his hand to breathe, with gentle eyebrows and a smile on the corner of his mouth. I found a shop, although the front is a little small, but after the business is established, it will be enough to support our grandfather."
Why is it because of Xu Mu's blessing, because when Xu Mu heard Mr. Li say he wanted to do business, he told him that he dreamed that they opened a pastry shop on West Street, and the business was very good.
The people living on West Street were all dignitaries. Mrs. Li had no hope, but thinking about Xu Mu's dream, she went to try it out.
Xu Mu heard that things were going well, and his face finally showed the first smile of the day. His fair face was sunk into deep dimples symmetrically from left to right, and two small pear eddies appeared on his face.
I don't know what the wife and owner, who is only eleven years old, looks like now.
In Lu's mansion, half a block away, Lu Feng, who was lying comfortably on the soft couch with his legs crossed, stretched out his hand and threw candied fruit into his mouth, sneezed several times in a row, and couldn't help straightening up and rubbing his nose. I looked left and right, thinking who would speak ill of her in front of her father again
If she is caught by herself, her teeth will be broken off!
The author has something to say: Little Theater
Sweetie: (with a big knife hidden behind his back, with a smile on his face) How are you going to break my teeth
Crazy all the way: (licking lips) Use my tongue to break O∨O
Sweet Dessert: (the knife fell off, blushing) =v=
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