When Nastu heard this, he looked up at the standing woman, who was as delicate as ever.
She was more charming than the first time he met her. She was pretending then, but now she was the one he had cultivated.
So beautiful.
Su Yumo stood there, scalded by a passionate gaze. She turned her head and met Nastu's obsidian eyes.
The two smiled at each other, as if returning to the last time last night.
Nasty looked like a little kid who had received a big red apple, smiling happily.
After taking a look, Su Yumo turned around. Stu had something he wanted to do.
Just like she wouldn't disturb her father who was busy with work even if she had something urgent to do.
I still haven’t seen the little boy. He must have gone out to play somewhere.
Children are always jumping around and can't sit still.
She walked towards the woman. Most of the people sitting there were women. As she walked, a piece of blue cloth came into her sight.
The pattern on it is exactly the same as the one I saw when I opened my eyes in the morning, with several curved lines crisscrossing each other.
After walking a few more steps, it was indeed the little boy, with a biscuit in his mouth and another biscuit in his hand.
She knew where the fat on his body came from.
The woman who greeted her just now pointed to the seat next to the little boy and motioned Su Yumo to sit there.
Su Yumo smiled back at her, a smile that was much more sincere than the one he had shown on the road just now.
The little boy was eating with gusto, his eyes fixed on the goat milk in the bowl.
I just hate why people have two eyes, two ears, but only one mouth.
Su Yumo sat next to the little boy and picked up a pancake.
She consumed too much energy at night. If she didn't care about her eating manners, she would probably be no better than the little boy.
The little boy saw a yellow sleeve out of the corner of his eye, then turned his head to look at Su Yumo.
"Sister, you're here."
With his mouth stuffed full, Su Yumo could only make out the word "sister".
She paused holding the pancake and glanced at the little boy, who looked 90% like a frog.
He changed his hand to hold the pancake, and the hand closer to the little boy wiped the pancake crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and said helplessly:
"No one's competing with you for it, be careful not to choke."
After hearing this, the little boy danced with joy and was speechless. He became anxious and increased the speed of his teeth.
Make a fist and chew hard.
The woman at the side joked, "Da Yanshi, he's been like this since he was little. He has no manners when eating and won't listen no matter how many times I tell him to. Even a starving ghost can't eat as much as he does."
A bright and lively girl on the opposite side said, "That's right, Da Yanshi, he eats as much in one meal as all the children in the tribe eat in three meals."
The little boy finally swallowed the last bite of the bread and drank the fresh goat milk on the table in one gulp.
After drinking it, I choked and spilled a few drops.
He raised his head and said to the little girl, "Uncle Stu said that boys who eat well can become heroes in the future."
After saying that, he blushed and continued, "When I become a hero, I can marry you."
The little girl looked three or four years older than the little boy. People on the grassland never shy away from matters between men and women, so the girl naturally understood what it meant to get married.
The girl raised her chin and said, "You want to marry me? Then wait for my father to break your legs."
The little boy said unconvincedly: "It's not certain who will break whose leg."
Seeing that things were developing into a mudslide, the adults around could no longer sit still.
The woman next to the little boy patted his head.
Su Yumo couldn't help but feel nervous because of the force, but the little boy looked calm.
It is worthy of the fact that everyone practices martial arts, and each one of them has hidden talents.
"How can you marry someone like this?"
"Abreu said so."
"Don't listen to his nonsense."
"But he married her."
The woman was choked by these words. She found it difficult to explain the meaning of pestering to a child, so she looked up at Su Yumo for help.
Su Yumo saw her signal, but she didn't know what was going on with Abulu.
From the few words that Nastu said, we can probably infer that he is a henpecked husband.
Let's change the subject.
She took a bite of the cake and asked:
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Ogule, which means brave."
Children are so easy to fool. Whenever I tried to change the subject, they always blocked my way.
"How old are you this year?"
Take the intimate route.
"He'll be six in a month."
The woman next to him didn't look like his mother. She should be the Soyam mother he mentioned when they met for the first time.
It was always Nastu who took care of him. Su Yumo didn't dare to ask where his father was, for fear of touching upon his sad memories.
She picked up Ogule and let him sit on her lap.
It can’t be said to be hugging, but it’s almost like supporting.
"Can you share a piece of the cake in your hand with the pretty girl across from you?"
Ogule immediately held the half-eaten pancake in his hand to his chest.
"No, I want to eat."
"What about the things you like? Share them with the people you like. Do you like pancakes?"
"like?"
"Then do you like it..."
What's the girl's name?
Before she could make eye contact with Soya, she heard a woman behind her whisper, "Sumaer."
Another one with the surname Su.
Could it be that her ancestors lived here hundreds of years ago, and she came here to return to her homeland?
"Do you like Sumar?" she asked, looking into the boy's eyes.
He stammered and replied with two words, "I like it."
After hearing this, Sumar pouted and turned his side profile to Ogule.
When the wind blew, even the side profile disappeared, leaving only a head of smooth hair.
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