wednov0423:34:40cst2015

The hazy moonlight outside the window penetrated into the dark room, and Mu Xiaojing fell asleep on the floor in the corner. The tears in his eyes were dry, but he slept very unsteadily, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

Mu Han, who got up in the middle of the night, got off the bed with his sleepy eyes, and pressed the lamp on the bed table barefoot.

As the lights turned on, the room was bright, and Mu Han, who was slightly open, quickly found Mu Xiaojing.

He walked to Mu Xiaojing's side, squatted down and pushed Mu Xiaojing, "Sister, wake up." ”

The body was pushed, and Mu Xiaojing, who was sleeping lightly, woke up.

"Sister, why are you sitting here and sleeping?"

"My sister is just tired"

Because of the closeness, Mu Han saw the tears on Mu Xiaojing's face, and his little hand followed, "Why are you crying?"

"When I think of my mother, I cry. She took Mu Han's hand and replied.

Yes, she was so tired, she missed her mother, and she missed being able to cry in her mother's arms every time she was bullied at school, and then her mother helped her get justice. Unlike now, every pain and sorrow has to be borne by one person.

She thought she could face it strongly, but after experiencing it, she realized that it was not as easy as she imagined.

Mu Han patted Mu Xiaojing's back and comforted him like a little adult: "Xiao Han, accompany my sister to see my mother tomorrow, don't cry." ”

He believed everything Mu Xiaojing said, and he didn't know that Mu Xiaojing was crying because it was sad.

"Sister, sleep with me tonight. ”

He hadn't slept with his sister for a long time, and he liked to sleep in her arms at home. Especially in winter, there is no heating, and both of them sleep in the same bunk to warm each other.

"Good"

Tonight, he and Mu Yanxi are both staying in Jingyuan, she doesn't want to go back to the bedroom, let alone go out, it's okay to stay in the guest room for the night.

On the other side, Mu Yanxi changed into a yukata and lay on the bed covered with a brocade quilt, unable to fall asleep over and over, she simply got up.

Leng Yuchen stood on the balcony, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, and with the cold wind blowing, the quietly burning tobacco was extraordinarily red.

Mu Yanxi hugged him from behind, her head resting on his back, "Yu Chen, it's cold now, let's go back to the house and rest early." ”

"You go to sleep first, I'll go in after smoking this cigarette. ”

He had to rely on cigarettes to anesthetize the soul pulled under the fragile nerves of heartache and tension.

Those bitter, unspeakable, those that can be forgotten and cannot be forgotten, all of them are rubbed into the cigarette and burned out, so that his heart will feel better.

"I'll be with you"

At this point, she can wait.

She was wearing a thin yukata, and the wind on the balcony was so strong that she was shivering.

Leng Yuchen lowered his black eyes, saw that the hand clasped around his waist was frozen red, and said, "Go in!"

I'll code these at night.,The number of words is a little small.,I'm making up tomorrow.。