Chapter 35 Brother will take you horseback riding
The next morning.
As soon as Mao Mao woke up, she scrambled out of bed and poked her fluffy little head out.
"Mother!"
Xia Xiaoxiang, clutching a damp towel, rushed over upon hearing the noise, wiped her face clean, and then took out two dresses from the wardrobe.
One was a padded jacket and skirt made for her by Old Madam Lou, and the other was a Western-style princess dress bought by her third brother.
Which one should I wear?
Mao Mao tilted her head and thought for a moment, then pointed to the princess dress with her little finger: "I want to wear this."
Xia Xiaoxiang did as she asked.
While dressing her, Xia Xiaoxiang instructed, "Once you put on this dress, you can't go around in front of the old lady. Remember to avoid her, understand?"
Why are you hiding from Grandma?
"Oh dear." Xia Xiaoxiang straightened her clothes, patted the wrinkles on the skirt, and scolded lightly, "Have you forgotten what I told you last time? The old lady hates foreign things, and she also hates these new-style skirts."
Mao Mao raised her little hand and happily twirled around in place, her fluffy skirt floating like layers of flower petals. "Mao Mao looks beautiful!"
"You're going out with the young master today, so you have to behave yourself and listen to him, understand?"
"Mao Mao, be a good girl." Mao Mao thought for a moment and said, "Then can I go and bring the cat?"
"no!"
Why?
"Just remember that!"
"oh."
So, after Mao Mao got up today, she didn't go upstairs to look for the cat.
Because she had already made an appointment with Lou Fengju, and her older brother was going to take her out to play!
Mao Mao ran out quickly.
Several people were already seated at the long table in the restaurant. All four young masters of the Lou family had arrived, some drinking coffee and others reading newspapers. They were all outstanding in appearance, tall and long-legged, each with their own handsome and stylish looks, even more eye-catching than the male models on the cover of fashion magazines.
However, when the sound of footsteps "thump, thump" came from the stairs, everyone put down what they were holding and looked up at the source of the sound.
The voice arrived before the person.
Upon hearing the familiar footsteps, they knew that their younger sister had gotten up.
Lou Fengju was the first to stand up, his long legs quickly striding up the steps, and picked up a baby from the road.
"Brother!" Mao Mao nuzzled against him affectionately.
Lou Fengju carried her back to the dining table. He let Mao Mao sit on his lap and gently asked, "Would you like milk or soy milk?"
"I want milk."
Bread or dumplings?
I want everything, down to the smallest detail!
Lou Fengju brought her breakfast and personally picked up a dumpling and fed it to her: "Mao Mao, ah—"
Mao Mao opened her mouth wide and ate it in one big bite.
Across the table, Lou Hongjian rubbed the goosebumps on his body: "Brother, were you possessed by a ghost last night? I've never seen you like this before."
Lou Heming chuckled softly, picked up the newspaper on the table again, and casually said, "Ah Hong, are you saying this because you expect your older brother to feed you?"
Did his older brother feed him?
The thought of that scene sent a chill down Lou Hongjian's spine.
That would be better than feeding him a bullet.
The headline in the newspaper was yesterday's signing ceremony. Lou Heming flipped through a few pages of the newspaper, but there was no mention of the explosives at the Yuexian Restaurant. There was only a small notice in the corner informing the people of Haicheng that the Yuexian Restaurant would be closed for a week.
Lou Fengju's men are still interrogating him about the origin of the explosives, while he, who has just narrowly escaped death, has only one important thing to do today—to play with his younger sister.
Lou Heming put down his newspaper and noticed the princess dress Mao Mao was wearing. He couldn't help but say, "Mao Mao is wearing a Western-style dress? What if Grandma sees her?"
"Grandma hasn't gotten up yet, and we're about to leave." Lou Hongjian said nonchalantly, "Even if she sees us, it doesn't matter. Mao Mao can wear whatever she wants. At worst, I'll take the scolding for her."
He was also wearing a suit and shirt, and had his hair permed, the kind of outfit that Old Madam Lou hated the most.
Today, he also planned to go out, shamelessly following behind his older brother to play with his younger sister.
Lou Heming didn't say anything.
After breakfast, the four brothers set off to go out.
Lou Fengju tossed the car keys to his younger brother, telling him to drive the car over, while he waited at the door with his younger sister in his arms.
"Brother, where are we going?" Mao Mao hugged his neck, her eyes sparkling as she asked, "Are we going to ride in toy cars, watch a movie, and eat cream cake?"
This is the itinerary when Lou Hongjian took her out to play.
Lou Fengju smiled mischievously: "Of course not, what's the point of that? Brother will take you to play something fun."
"Fun?"
"You've ridden in a car, but have you ever ridden a horse?"
"horse?"
Lou Fengju lifted the heavy little bundle in his arms: "Brother will take you horseback riding."
"Wow!"
Mao Mao's eyes lit up with anticipation!
She had never ridden a horse before; at most, she had only ridden in a donkey cart. And then, when Lou Hongjian carried her to the racecourse, she had only seen racehorses running in the distance. She had never personally driven such a tall and beautiful animal.
Mao Mao longed for it: "Mao Mao is riding a horse."
"Okay, brother will take you to sit down."
"Horse riding?" Lou Heming couldn't help but sigh. "It's a pity I have surgery today and can't get time off, otherwise I really wanted to go with you guys."
Lou Fengju laughed heartily. Just then, his third brother drove the car to the door. He opened the back door, picked up his sister, and got in. A crack opened in the window, and the innocent laughter of children drifted out, fading into the distance with the car.
Lou Heming smiled and shook his head. He looked away and suddenly heard the creaking sound of wheels turning beside him.
Unbeknownst to her, Lou Yansui had already turned her wheelchair to the door by herself.
This morning, although he was at the dining table, he seemed unusually silent.
Lou Heming wanted to tell him that his older brother had taken Mao Mao horseback riding, but when his gaze fell on the boy's face, he could clearly see that the boy was feeling down.
"Ah Sui?" Lou Heming quickly realized something. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with concern, "You want to come along too, don't you?"
Lou Yansui shook her head: "I'm fine, Second Brother."
It's okay, but it's not that I don't want to go.
His younger brother, sitting in a wheelchair, was much shorter than him. He gently placed his hand on his brother's shoulder; the shoulder beneath his palm was thin and frail, like a fragile piece of paper. But Lou Heming knew that since Mao Mao came to their home, Lou Yansui's appetite had increased, and he had gained weight.
He sighed: "Ah Sui, if you want Mao Mao to play with you, why don't you just say so?"
"Second brother, Mao Mao is very happy that she can go out to play."
How could he possibly force his sister to stay at home and spend all her time with a disabled man like him?
He only has one younger sister, Mao Mao, but Mao Mao has more than one older brother.
He can only sit in a wheelchair and can't go anywhere. Sometimes he needs Mao Mao to help him. He can't take Mao Mao to the movies, the play, or ride horses like his third and eldest brothers.
Lou Yansui withdrew his gaze from the end of the road with a touch of dejection. He lowered his eyes, clutching the blanket on his knees, as if he could see his weak and powerless legs beneath it. The image of his pride being shattered was vivid in his mind, and his hands trembled slightly.
Lou Heming couldn't bear it and said, "Actually, your leg is still..."
Lou Yansui didn't want to listen anymore. She reached out and turned the wheels of her wheelchair, then turned and went into the house.
Lou Heming looked at his younger brother's silent and stubborn back, then turned to look in the direction where the car disappeared at the end of the road, and couldn't help but sigh again.
On the large balcony on the third floor.
Grandma Lou, holding the big white cat, was also watching the car gradually drive away in the distance.
She stroked the soft, long fur on the big white cat's back, her mind filled with images of a little girl in a white, fluffy princess dress, fluttering into the car like a butterfly.
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