So Yan Mingli, admit it! You had feelings for the girl that you shouldn't have. You were the one who fell in love at first sight.
So the idea curled up into a seed and was sown in his heart. The young Yan Mingli watched it break through the soil, sprout, and grow vigorously at an extremely fast speed.
At this time, Mo Yutong also came to her senses. She turned her head and looked at the boy's drooping eyelashes.
The lightly fluttering eyelashes were like two small fans, fluttering at the tip of her heart, "Brother Li, I..."
"Let me think about it." He wanted to refuse, but in the end he couldn't bear to do so. How could he refuse such a good girl?
"Okay, I'll wait for Brother Li." Mo Yutong was so happy! Her boy would soon truly belong to her.
Yes, she will go to the county town tomorrow to pick up the package her mother sent. She doesn’t know if it has arrived yet?
When her mother’s package arrived, she couldn’t find a suitable reason to take the things out of the space. They couldn’t all be in the backpack!
Wouldn’t that make it Doraemon’s four-dimensional pocket?
She is so happy even though he hasn't agreed to her yet. If I agree to her, how happy will she be?
When Yan Mingli thought that his decision could easily affect the little girl's emotions, he felt that he had to be more cautious.
The little girl was still so young. I caught a glimpse of her little hands that were red from being soaked in cold water. She was still so delicate.
"You go and have a rest, I'll wash the rest." Seeing that she only had her sailor shirt and overalls left to wash, Yan Mingli lowered his eyes and said.
"Brother Li, you are so nice!" Mo Yutong stood up happily and walked towards him quickly. Her posture as if she wanted to pounce on him scared Yan Mingli so much that he quickly stood up and took two steps back to the side.
What do you mean? The little girl's enthusiasm vanished into thin air. After a moment of stunned silence, she glared at him sideways.
There was no anger in her delicate eyes, only a small complaint that tickled his heart.
In an instant, my whole heart seemed to be placed in a sugar jar, wrapped in layer upon layer of sweetness. I couldn't help but pull up the corners of my mouth and let out a faint smile of success.
Was he making fun of her? The little girl's inner universe exploded, and she couldn't hold back her fingers any longer, and she broke into a brilliant grin.
While the young man was dazzled, the little girl had already rushed in front of him, her delicate fingers pinching his lips, "Tell me, are you still laughing at me?"
The soft warmth was sweeping across him like crazy, his lips seemed to be able to touch the little girl's fingertips, and the faint fragrance of flowers rushed straight into his nose.
The young man was stunned, and then joy surged in his heart. He looked at his little girl with serious eyes, and let her keep rubbing his face without getting annoyed.
"Tell me, are you still laughing at me?" The warmth on his cheek burned Mo Yutong's fingers, a feeling completely different from that in his previous life.
It is full of youthful collagen, and exudes a pure and clean youthful scent.
Even her pale pink lips were squeezed into a moist red by her, like the gorgeous roses placed on the bay window in the bedroom, making me want to kiss them.
"Mo Zhiqing, it's time for you to go to bed." Looking at the fire burning in the little girl's eyes, Yan Mingli blinked embarrassedly.
The hands hanging at his sides had been quietly clenched into fists, and a thin layer of sweat wet the palms. Afraid that she would notice something, he quickly spread them out and rubbed them repeatedly along the side seams.
"Brother Li, hurry up, I'll wait for you." Mo Yutong saw the boy's embarrassment, smiled and withdrew his hand, but winked at him playfully.
The little girl is really... naughty! Yan Mingli replied helplessly, his earlobes already burning unbearably.
Mo Yutong chuckled and turned around, rinsed the washed underwear in the water again, and then took it in her hand and wrung it until it was half dry. But how should she use this clothesline without a hanger?
Yan Mingli had just squatted down and hadn't even gotten his posture right when the little girl poked his shoulder with her finger.
"Brother Li, I won't hang these out." Although she felt a little embarrassed to carry these two things, she felt relieved when she thought that the boy would be even more embarrassed.
Looking at the thin piece of cloth in her hand, the purpose of the light fabric was obvious at a glance, and Yan Mingli's ears were burning with pain.
"Brother Li..." The little girl's half-smile made Yan Mingli's teeth itch.
Helplessly walking to the clothesline, Yan Mingli untied a thin straw rope from one of the branches and handed it to her, "Use this."
"Thank you, Brother Li." Mo Yutong took the rope with joy in her eyes, and very cleverly passed it through the shoulder straps of her bra and the waistband of her underwear, and then tied the rope to another branch.
"Mo Zhiqing can go back to the bedroom." If it were this time on a normal day, he would have washed the clothes and hung them up, but today with the little girl, he hadn't even poured the first rinse, let alone washed the clothes.
"Brother Li, hurry up!" Mo Yutong decided not to tease him anymore. There was still a long time to come, and she could wait a day or two.
"Okay." Yan Mingli glanced at her and quickly turned his head, squatting next to the washboard again.
Mo Yutong stared at his back, left slowly and reluctantly, went into the bedroom, took off her shoes, got on the bed, and prepared to lie down with the two children.
"Sister, you sleep here, it's soft." Yan Mingxue generously gave the innermost part of the bed to Mo Yutong.
"Xue'er sleeps here, I sleep in the middle, Chengcheng sleeps next to me, and leave a place for your elder brother." Mo Yutong felt embarrassed to take up the child's seat, so he made the arrangements.
"Sister, you are a sweet and good sister." Seeing Mo Yutong's insistence, Yan Mingxue lay down in the quilt obediently.
Seeing Mo Yutong coming in, Yan Mingxue immediately rolled happily into her arms.
Even Yan Mingcheng, with a slightly red face, leaned towards her silently.
Children's hearts are the clearest and most transparent. They can make people feel the beauty and innocence, and they can also capture the kindness of others.
They will express this kindness as closeness to others, thereby demonstrating intimacy and trust.
"Xue'er and Chengcheng, do you want to hear a story?" Mo Yutong lay between the two children and tucked in the corners of the quilt for them naturally.
The quilt was very thin, and the white cotton lining had turned slightly yellow from washing, but the five large peonies on the quilt cover with a white background and red flowers were still vivid.
"Sister, we want to listen." Yan Mingxue happily arched her back in her arms, then leaned out and looked at her with bright eyes.
"Sister, I want to listen." Yan Mingcheng turned sideways and leaned on her arm, his eyes full of desire.
They have grown up without ever hearing a bedtime story. Their eldest brother is very busy every day. After work, he has to do laundry, cook, boil water, take a bath, and clean the room. They dare not disturb him.
"Then today we will talk about...Little Soldier Zhang Ga." I originally wanted to tell stories from Andersen's fairy tales, Grimm's fairy tales, or stories from the Fairy Tale King, but when I thought about the fact that it was 1975, I thought I should keep up with the times and not be too out of the ordinary.
From witnessing his grandmother being killed by the Japanese invaders to misunderstanding Luo Jinbao as a traitor, from cheating in bets to hiding real guns, from meeting Kameda to a battle of wits and courage, Mo Yutong tells the story of a reckless and mischievous boy growing up to become a true Eighth Route Army soldier.
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