"Hiss, this child was bitten so badly?" The grandmother couldn't bear to see the little kid suffer, so she wanted to take off the sachet on her body, but was stopped by Mu Huaixi.

She took out a small pink sachet from her handbag, which was decorated with a flower. "I made this for someone else. If you don't mind, why don't you keep it for now?"

She made this for the little granddaughter of the owner who often went to the tailor shop. She asked the owner for the cloth for the sachet, and the embroidery was made with the help of Aunt Xiao Luo.

"This, this is embarrassing," the aunt really didn't expect her to give it to her. After hesitating for a moment, she finally accepted it and tied it directly around her grandson's waist. Her grandson was very interested in the flower pattern on the sachet and pulled it towards his face.

"You know what, this pink color is really pretty," the aunt said with a smile. Normally, she would definitely not let her grandchildren wear pink sachets, but now it can't even be used to repel mosquitoes, so who would care about the color?

"Thank you," the old lady took out a bag of washed grapes from her handbag and handed it to Mu Huaixi, "Try it, they're home-grown, so sweet."

Mu Huaixi waved her hand, but grandma was not polite. She took out a bunch of grapes and took out two pieces of egg cake from her picnic basket. "This is also homemade. You can try it too."

"Oh, that won't work," the old lady said, taking the egg cake back and handing them the bag of grapes. "There are so many of you, one bunch won't be enough. Take it, take it."

"Then we won't be polite," grandma took the grapes with a smile. Both families were going to take a boat, so they went forward together and started chatting.

The aunt came with her husband and youngest son, but she brought her eldest son's child with her. During the conversation, I learned that the aunt's surname was Li.

"Working overtime, I don't know what's wrong, I've been working overtime since the New Year," Aunt Li complained casually, but Mu Huaixi was a little distracted by her words.

Aunt Li's son works in a military factory.

Mu Huaixi looked at his grandfather. The old man was walking steadily with his hands behind his back.

But grandma was obviously not as calm as grandpa. She looked at her husband in surprise and then looked away.

The military factories in the three northeastern provinces supply not only the Northeast Military Region. If the logistics supply is strengthened, it means that the fighting situation on the front line will become more intense.

Leading out of the lilac forest is a winding river. The water drawn from the Lilac Lake is clear. The lotus leaves on the water are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are particularly red in the sun. Tourists are wandering around and taking photos. There are also dragonflies landing on the small lotus tips, but she didn't see them.

Mu Huaixi was thinking back over the newspapers he had read recently, but couldn't find any useful information.

"If it were Ying Mingcheng, he would probably be able to analyze it quickly from all the miscellaneous information," she couldn't help but think.

Military information is confidential, but war involves civilian industries and will be reflected in many subtle details. However, she is on the other side of the motherland after all, and knows very little about the news over there.

"Xiao Xi, what are you thinking about?" Grandma suddenly asked her, which brought her out of her thoughts.

She smiled, not wanting to worry her grandmother, and looked towards the other side of the bridge. "Grandma, would you like some soda?"

The orange soda is icy and cool, instantly dispelling the rising summer heat.

Mu Huaixi bit the habit and recalled that his current love for reading books and newspapers was still influenced by Ying Mingcheng. However, transportation in the mountains was difficult at that time, and there were not many channels for obtaining information.

When I arrived at my grandparents' home in Shengjing and saw the daily newspapers, evening newspapers, and military fashion magazines on the newspaper rack in the main hall, I realized that he had developed that habit since he was a child.

After Mu Huaixi entered medical school, her grandmother helped her subscribe to a traditional Chinese medicine magazine.

She finished a bottle of soda, sorted out her messy thoughts, took the little Huihui, who was becoming increasingly heavy, from her grandmother's arms, and went to the lake together.

Two rows of brightly colored duck boats were placed by the lake, and there were already quite a few little yellow ducks swimming on the lake. It seemed that these were indeed the popular cruise ships in Shengjing.

Ying Wuhui stared at the boat on the lake, stretched out his hand and quacked. Mu Huaixi smiled and pinched his pouty lips, forcibly pulling out his little duck mouth, "I'll get you a similar one!"

Grandpa just turned around and saw this scene. Mu Huaixi hurriedly let go of his hand, but the old man slowly turned back.

A duck boat can seat four people. Little Huihui was too small to be counted in the boat. Instead, he was held in his grandfather's arms, stretching his neck to look at the golden light reflected on the lake, the rippling waves, and the small boat drifting around.

Mu Huaixi and Aunt Xiao Luo stepped on the wheel, and the duck boat slowly swam towards the center of the lake.

The sun gradually rose higher, and the wind blowing in was sometimes warm and sometimes cool, which was very comfortable.

Mu Huaixi didn't feel tired after pedaling the boat all the way, but Aunt Luo was very tired. When she spread out the picnic mat on the lawn opposite the lake, she was still beating her legs and shouting that she was getting old.

Mu Huaixi stuffed Xiao Huihui into her arms, put out the lunch boxes and cakes she brought, and went to the stall next to her to buy some soda, and then she was busy all over.

She was so focused on her family that she didn't notice that not far away were four large picnic mats made of black and red cloth, where her classmates were sitting.

There is an acupuncture class on Mondays, which is half theory and half practice. She always performs well in this class and has a fixed "acupuncture pairing".

But during this practice, someone pushed aside her original partner and stood in front of the table.

Mu Huaixi glanced at him and managed to dig out his name from the depths of his memory, "Hello, Hong Gaoge."

Hong Gaoge is the tallest boy in the class. Mu Huaixi looks up at him and feels that he is even taller than Ying Mingcheng.

But he was not as strong as Ying Mingcheng. Instead, he was thin and had very white skin, like a stretched rice cake.

Nian Gao Tiao's expression was not very good at this time. He frowned and nodded at her, then lifted up his sleeves, revealing his slender white arms.

Today's lesson was about the hand and foot meridians, which Mu Huaixi was very familiar with. He marked the acupoints mentioned by the teacher today on his arm with a black pen according to the written requirements, and then used gold needles to prick the main acupoints.

Hong Gaoge's acupoints were actually different from what the professor taught. After all, people have thousands of similarities, but also tens of thousands of differences. Mu Huaixi had encountered a person whose meridians were all deviated by one inch during her practice at the health center. She didn't care and directly marked the acupoints according to the feeling of qi, but missed Hong Gaoge's surprised look.

"I'm fine." Mu Huaixi stopped and put his arm on the table.

The acupuncture points were mutual, but when Hong Gaoge saw her arm, he turned his head away with some unsteady breathing.

"Mr. Mu, did you go boating on the weekend?" He was using an alcohol cotton ball to disinfect, but the question he asked was somewhat unrelated.

Mu Huaixi was stunned, but nodded.

The boat ride and picnic in Lilac Park are very fun, and Xiao Huihui likes it very much.

Hong Gaoge was slower than her in identifying and marking the acupoints. The people around him were about to finish their get out of class, but he had only marked half of it.

Mu Huaixi felt a little disgusted and thought that she should go with her original partner next time, at least it wouldn’t delay her time to go to the library.

"Are you...are you married?" Hong Gaoge suddenly asked, holding the needle.