"Have you forgotten?" The young man tightened the clothes covering Su Mo's body and looked at Su Mo's pink carved face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She's so good-looking. He thought. Even if the clothes on her body don't look like ordinary products, the filaments are slippery to the touch, and the embroidery is beautiful, even if it is, even if ordinary people have a little embroidery, they are much better than ordinary people, not to mention ......

"It seems to be ......" Su Mo shook his head and asked him curiously: "Then who are you?" ”

"Lady, you are my lady." The young man Si Ming opened his mouth as if he was confused, and his hand subconsciously wanted to silently top Su Mo's head, but it retracted because it was too dirty.

"So you're my father-in-law?" Su Mo opened his mouth slightly, looking slightly surprised, "Then why are the clothes on my body so good, why are yours so torn?" ”

"I ......" Si Ming panicked, and just as he was about to tell the truth, he heard Su Mo say with a sad face: "I know, it must be that I was very willful before, and Xianggong wore such a shabby begging ...... in order to save enough money for me to buy clothes."

"I'm not willful anymore."

Su Mo snatched all the words, and by the way, he also made up a big drama in his brain, the young Si Ming was choked, and he swallowed what he wanted to say, so he had to say dryly: "It is appropriate to buy clothes for the lady." ”

"Hmm!" Su Mo smiled happily at him, and his small hand gently grabbed his big gray hand.

That's good, he thought, and with a big hand, he grabbed her hand, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Xianggong, what's your name?"

"Siming."

"What about me? What's my name? ”

“！ Small...... Xiaoyu, your name is Xiaoyu. ”

"Pretty good?"

"Huh? Well...... Well.. ”

The days went on like this, and it was January in the blink of an eye. When Si Ming went out to beg during the day, Su Mo took care of the old beggar in his twilight years in the temple, which was different from the old beggar's attitude towards her in the original book, and he loved her and his own granddaughter at this time.

Su Mo couldn't help but sigh, sometimes if you treat others well, others will treat you equally well.

"Grandpa, eat steamed buns." Su Mo took out a big white steamed bun from the broken bowl and stuffed it into his hand whole.

The old beggar looked at the empty bowl, understood that Su Mo had given him her share, and was busy trying to give it back to her, "Xiaoyu, grandpa doesn't eat it, you can eat it, otherwise you won't be able to hold it." ”

"No need, grandpa, you can eat. I'm not hungry, and my husband said in the morning that he would bring food back in the evening, and it was okay to eat at that time, and it didn't matter much about one meal. ”

The old beggar nodded, and did not shirk, knowing that Su Mo had made up his mind that he would not eat it, so he ate all the steamed buns, and silently praised Su Mo in his heart.

He's a good boy...... I don't know if Si Ming will lie to her like this...... Alas, the old beggar sighed and no longer thought about it. Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren.

Evening.

On a summer night, the ruined temple located outside the city was actually not as hot as in the city, and even a cool breeze blew ......

"Hmm!" Sharp pain began to come from her brain, and the pain made her body unable to straighten up, and she could not even speak. fell to the ground like this, and vaguely heard the voice of the old beggar, "Rain girl, rain girl!! What's wrong with you......"

When she woke up in a daze, she found Si Ming wiping her face with a soaked cloth.

"Xianggong," Su Mo took her hand and smiled weakly at him, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault that my head hurts too much and I fainted." It's so squeamish. ”

"Does it hurt now?" Unexpectedly, Si Ming didn't ask for warmth as before, and had a cold face: "I'll send you home tonight." ”

"Go back, go home?" Su Mo reluctantly laughed, "Isn't this my home...... Xianggong, what's wrong with you......"

A trace of pain flashed in Si Ming's eyes, and he shook off her hand, "You...... It's not my mother. ”

"You don't want me anymore, do you?" She laughed as if she was crying, and the tears kept rolling in her eyes, and she just didn't come down. Si Ming was so distressed, regardless of his cold face just now, he hugged her and kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I lied to you...... You are really not my mother, your name is Su Mo, and you are the daughter of Zuo Xiang, I don't know. That day, after I rescued you from the lower reaches of the river, I lied to you that you were my lady......!!! ”