"Silly girl, what's wrong?" He Xiao's chin just fell on Du Weiwei's head, rubbing it affectionately, and the reassuring words came out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Du Weiwei didn't make a sound, buried in He Xiao's chest, and didn't move.

He Xiao, who was still smiling, instantly realized that something was wrong, and pushed Du Weiwei's body away slightly, wanting to see Du Weiwei's expression, but he felt Du Weiwei's hand suddenly exert force, and he was already tightly hugging his waist, and at the same moment, he heard Du Weiwei's extraordinarily subtle sobbing.

With a lock of brows, He Xiao didn't ask any more, but violently imprisoned Du Weiwei in his arms with both arms, and flew to the direction of the third floor of the ladderless building with his feet on the ground.

Throughout the whole process, Du Weiwei's head was buried and he never raised it.

Inside the house, it was already warm because of the burning of the stove, and even the bed was covered with warm stones wrapped in thick cotton cloth.

Putting Du Weiwei down and sitting on the edge of the bed, He Xiao let go of his hand and wanted to turn around to bring the heater closer, but before he took a step, he felt a sudden tightening on his waist, and his body was pulled back by Du Weiwei, and the voice with a crying voice finally wore out:

"Mother...... She wants to go......"

Without any hesitation, He Xiao's big palm had already hugged Du Weiwei violently, and his voice fell: "It's okay, if you want to cry, your husband's arms must be where you lean." ”

didn't ask the reason, and there was no consolation, just one sentence, and it poked into Du Weiwei's heart at once, and tears suddenly fell like rain.

Pink tears flowed like the pain of loss.

That was the first time, Du Weiwei had such a sad side in front of He Xiao.

It was also the first time that He Xiao realized that this woman had already been integrated into her blood and bones, and even if she shed a tear, she would have to hurt a little.

When his breath stabilized, Du Weiwei's eyes were already red and swollen, let go of the hand holding He Xiao, and raised his head to look at He Xiao who was standing: "Ah Xiao, I don't want my mother to leave." ”

Most of the memories of my mother are before the age of ten, and my memory is only four or five years old.

Looking at Du Weiwei, who was looking up at her, He Xiao's hands stretched out, gently holding her face, her fingers stretched out, and gently touched the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and her mellow voice fell: "Mother wants to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion?" ”

Hearing this, Du Weiwei's tears that had just been wiped away by He Xiao suddenly welled up again: "Mother said that she wants to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then go back to the other courtyard." But Ah Xiao, I don't want to, I don't want my mother to go back......" At the end of the words, it became extremely hurried, as if Mu Dai was about to leave in the next moment.

Without saying much, He Xiao slammed his hand hard, hugged Du Weiwei back into his arms, and patted her back again and again, until he felt that Du Weiwei's breath stabilized, and the words that he had thought for a long time fell:

"My mother said that she wanted to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and she must have made a decision after thinking about it."

"But the Prime Minister's Mansion ...... Naxiangfu...... Naxiangfu...... There's nothing left......" Du Weiwei's voice replied quickly, but because he was in He Xiao's arms, he was sullen and weak.

A smile slowly appeared on his lips, He Xiao turned around, sat down beside Du Weiwei, and hugged her with his arms: "Xiangfu, and your father." ”

Hearing this, Du Weiwei's body suddenly froze and did not move again, and his voice also calmed down.

He Xiao is the same as what his mother said.

"No matter what, my mother is the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion after all, and that is where she belongs." After a moment's pause, He Xiao supported Du Weiwei's body, and his handsome face approached Du Weiwei, "If you are worried, I will arrange for Xuan to secretly protect my mother when I turn around." ”

Hearing this, the brilliance in Du Weiwei's eyes slowly returned, and he met He Xiao's caring eyes, and after a long time, he nodded heavily.

In the next moment, Du Weiwei's body leaned suddenly, and he took the initiative to throw himself into He Xiao's arms, and said in a non-reluctant voice: "Ah Xiao, thank you." ”

He Xiao didn't say much, but with force in his hand, he hugged Du Weiwei tighter.

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The days are still going on, every day seems to be the same, the difference is that the increasingly cold weather seems to be a temperature that Ting Yuan has never had.

All the people are talking about whether there will be snow this winter.

Falling snow.

Lu Lang stood by the window, dressed in thick cotton clothes, and looked at a plum blossom in the yard for a moment.

The plum blossoms are already full of bones, as if waiting for the coldest day to bloom.

"Rokuro." A pure female voice sounded from inside the house, and as the footsteps approached, Shi Muran, who was dressed in a pink and white dress, had already walked to Lu Lang's side, and handed a small warm stone in his hand to Lu Lang's hand, "It's cold, don't stand by this window." ”

Su Wushuang was cured by Bei Minglang, and because of this, Shi Muran's illness was completely cured.

I don't know what method Su Wushuang used, Shi Muran's illness was cured, but he forgot the memory of being violated.

In this regard, Lu Lang was forever grateful to Su Wushuang.

Feeling a sudden heat in his hand, Lu Lang came back to his senses, looked down at the warm stone, raised his head with a smile, and pushed the warm stone back: "It's okay, I'm not cold." You just hold it. ”

Shi Muran raised a faint smile and raised the soup woman in his hand: "I have this, you can warm up." ”

Nodding with a smile, he took the warm stone in his hand, but Lu Lang's eyes looked at the plum blossoms in the yard again.

"Liulang ......" Shi Muran was a little worried, these days, except for the matter of the grain store, if he was free, Lu Lang would stand in front of this window, looking at the plum blossoms that had broken the bones, and sometimes, he would stand for a day.

Lu Lang's body didn't move at all, and he didn't reply to Shi Muran's words, just stared and looked at the plum blossom.

Sighing heavily, Shi Muran still didn't say anything, turned around, and was about to leave.

"Mu Ran," it was at the moment when Shi Muran raised his feet, Lu Lang's voice sounded, with a hint of confusion and helplessness.

"You say, this year, will it snow?"

An indifferent sentence, but it was like a needle, piercing Shi Muran's heart. How could she not know what Liulang cared about, the Lu family, was harmed on that snowy day!

Worried about Lu Lang with such a look, Shi Muran raised his hand, grabbed Lu Lang's sleeve, and pulled him to face him, looking extremely serious: "Liulang, if it snows this year, if you want to take revenge, I, Shi Muran, will accompany you." ”