Chapter 118
Mu Qingxuan rested her elbows on the table, holding her chin leisurely, and looked at him: "I don't want to listen, I just want to see you."
Huo Changfeng's eyes darkened: "Don't challenge me."
He tapped Mu Qingxuan's straight nose lovingly, picked up the big broom in the corner, and began to sweep the floor seriously.
The sunlight slanted through the carved window lattices, casting fine shadows on the blue brick floor of the main room.
Mu Qingxuan's eyes followed the figure of Huo Changfeng sweeping the ground with a bamboo broom.
He bent his back slightly, his movements were neat and smooth, and the dust he raised fluttered and danced in the beam of light.
It was very different from his usual serious and solemn appearance in a white coat.
She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes full of surprise.
Huo Changfeng doesn't look like someone who has never worked before.
But usually in the Huo family, Wang Ma is responsible for the hygiene of the house.
"How come you are so skilled?"
Mu Qingxuan finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Huo Changfeng didn't even raise his head, concentrating on cleaning the last corner, and there was a hint of smile in his steady voice: "Every time you finish an experiment in the institute, you need to clean up the site. Those precision instruments can't tolerate any dust."
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to sense something and suddenly stood up and looked up.
He met Mu Qingxuan's eyes with a sharp gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile: "Xuanxuan, do you think I'm a powerless young man?"
There was a teasing look in his eyes.
Mu Qingxuan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly waved her hands to deny: "I didn't, you're overthinking it!"
She glared at him in pretended anger, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.
Huo Changfeng shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of pampering, and lowered his head to continue the work in his hands.
He bent down and picked up the garbage on the broom, his movements gentle and cautious, for fear that the raised dust would affect Mu Qingxuan.
Mu Qingxuan stared at him quietly for a while, her eyes felt a little sore and a wave of fatigue came over her.
She subconsciously turned around and walked towards the room she remembered.
The moment I opened the door, a familiar scent hit me in the face, with a hint of sunlight and the fragrance of Chinese herbs.
Everything in the room was exactly as she had left it.
The faded floral curtains still swayed gently in the breeze, and childhood hairpins and yellowed picture books were neatly placed on the wooden dressing table.
The edge of the award certificate on the wall had curled up slightly and was carefully pasted back on.
Her eyes fell on the bed covered with blue and white checkered sheets. The clean bedding was neatly folded, and it was obvious that someone came to clean and tidy it up regularly.
Mu Qingxuan's throat suddenly tightened and her eyes instantly became moist.
She stood in the middle of the room, her eyes nostalgic as she scanned every corner.
Finally, she looked at the slightly old desk.
She walked slowly to the desk, her fingertips running over the cool drawer handles, and memories came flooding back.
When she was a child, this was her "secret base".
She always carefully hid her most precious things in it.
Even when Mu Hongguo joked that he wanted to see it, her face turned red and she refused to open it.
Thinking of this, Mu Qingxuan's mouth corners unconsciously raised into a gentle smile.
With a slight "creak" sound, the drawer slowly opened.
A stale smell wafted into the air, and the room was filled with all kinds of things.
The yellowed White Rabbit candy wrappers were crumpled and stacked together, the icing on the edges of the wrappers had long since disappeared;
The colors of several New Year pictures depicting young men and women are no longer bright, but the innocent smiles of the children in the pictures are still clearly visible...
Mu Qingxuan squatted down and looked through these "treasures" carefully.
A piece of homework paper folded into the shape of a small boat fell out, with her seven-year-old wish written crookedly on it: "I want to be the best Chinese medicine practitioner and cure my grandfather's cough and my grandmother's back pain."
Her throat suddenly tightened and her eyes became moist.
These little objects, which seem insignificant now, carry the memory of her entire youth.
Just then, her eyes suddenly fixed on a dark red box in the corner of the drawer.
The surface of the box is carved with exquisite patterns, and the corners are a little worn, but its former exquisiteness can still be seen.
She was sure that she had never remembered having such a box.
Mu Qingxuan picked up the box with doubts, only to find a small combination lock on the lid, with the metal button glowing coldly in the sun.
She subconsciously entered her birthday, but the combination lock did not respond.
Mu Qingxuan frowned, and the doubts in her heart grew even greater.
From childhood to adulthood, no matter in the past life or this life, whether it is a diary, a piggy bank, or various objects that require a password, she will use her birthday as the password.
It has almost become her habit.
"Isn't it mine?"
Mu Qingxuan murmured to herself, her fingers gently stroking the patterns on the box.
She immediately realized that the box might belong to Mu Hongguo or Yao Jinglan and was placed in her drawer for some reason.
Just as she was about to study the password carefully, Yao Jinglan's familiar voice came from outside the door: "Xiaoxuan, it's time to eat! If you don't come soon, the food will get cold!"
Mu Qingxuan had no choice but to put the box back into the drawer, closed the drawer, and turned to leave the room.
Pushing open the wooden door of the main room, the steaming hot air filled with rich fragrance hits you in the face.
The eight-immortal table was filled with a variety of dishes.
The braised spareribs are wrapped in amber rock sugar in a glossy sauce, the pork with preserved vegetables lies trembling on the crispy skin, and the green stir-fried vegetables also exude an enticing aroma.
Huo Changfeng was walking over with a bubbling casserole in his hand. Red dates and wolfberries were floating in the milky white chicken soup, and the hot steam was slowly rising.
“Smells so good!”
Mu Qingxuan's eyes lit up instantly, and she rushed to the table in two steps.
She took a deep breath and swallowed her saliva greedily: "I haven't eaten grandma's cooking for so long, I'm so greedy."
As she spoke, she curled up in Yao Jinglan's arms like a coquettish kitten and rubbed her head against the old woman's shoulder.
At the same time, she did not forget to wink at Chen Hongxia: "Thank you, Aunt Chen, I like these dishes so much."
Chen Hongxia was serving soup to her husband. When she heard this, she smiled so much that fine lines appeared on the corners of her eyes. She wiped her hands with her apron and said, "Qingxuan girl is really sweet."
The man next to her was rubbing his hands awkwardly, his coarse sweatshirt still stained with mud. It was obvious that he had just returned from the fields when he was dragged over by Chen Hongxia.
Yao Jinglan pushed Mu Qingxuan away with a stern face, but the bamboo chopsticks in her hand gently tapped her nose: "Stop talking nonsense! You said you were greedy. If you can't finish three bowls of rice later, I'll chase you with a rolling pin!"
Although her words were harsh, when she caught a glimpse of Mu Qingxuan's bitter face that instantly fell, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes could not hide her smile.
Huo Changfeng promptly held Mu Qingxuan's slightly cold hand and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips: "Grandma is teasing you. Even if you really want to eat three bowls, I'll help you share two bowls."
Mu Qingxuan looked up at him, and the corners of her eyes curved into crescents again.
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