The porridge and side dishes were filled with a stomach at Master Jingyue's place, and Lianlei sat on the threshold, leaning on the door frame behind her, looking leisurely at the light dance of crickets not far away.

The wind is neither cold nor hot, and it is indescribably comfortable on the face, if it weren't for the fear of being scared by the light dance, Lian Lei really wanted to lean on the door frame and take a nap. In addition to not having a clean break with Mo Tianxing, Lian Lei really likes her current life. Simpler? Lianlei is not a materialistic woman, as long as a piece of clothing is clean, she can wear it for years; As long as there is something to eat, there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and the most important thing is that she is content with a light dance partner by her side!

Thinking of Mo Tianxing, Lian Lei frowned and sighed. Broken cleanly? It's hard! The comfort on his face was gone, but replaced by the bleakness of the road ahead and the slightest hint of trepidation.

"Mother? Do you have something on your mind? Qingwu pinched a cricket and walked back, the snorting children's voice sounded, and looked at Lianlei and asked with concern.

Worry? Lian Lei raised her hand and touched Qingwu's little face, and smiled reluctantly. Thinking about her daughter's well-behaved people, Lianlei's heart is as sweet as honey. The mother-daughter relationship is like an invisible bond, innate, cut and unorganized......

"Mother?" Qingwu lost the grasshopper in her hand, stretched out her little hand and touched Lianlei's forehead, and then touched her little head, and the difference in warmth was not big. If you don't have a fever, what kind of evil is this? When you are sad and sad, when you are smiling?

"Mother's fine, let's go, mother's mother try to light the stove fire to drive away the moisture in the house!" After saying that, Lianlei stood up and hurriedly walked into the kitchen with her little dancing hand.

Qingwu rolled her eyelids, and glanced at Lianlei strangely, "Mother, have you learned to make a fire?" Qingwu stuck out her tongue and exposed her shortcomings. Qingwu tilted her little head, looked at the scrambled but unclear Pian Lei, smiled slyly, and felt that sometimes the stupid mother was quite cute!

"No, but isn't it just a fire? Is it difficult to write, draw, or play the piano? Yes, and embroidery...... Mother's relatives will be difficult, can this fire still stump me? Scratching her little nose, she smiled.

Bard? Although he can't compare to Li Yi'an, he is not far behind, right? Lian Lei raised her eyebrows, she was born in a rich family, and she didn't need to stretch out her hand for chores, otherwise with her intelligence, the food would be at least better than that of a light lotus, Lian Lei thought arrogantly.

"But ......" Qingwu seemed to want to remind Lianlei of something, but it can be seen that Lianlei looked full of interest, and couldn't bear to sweep away her interest, pursed her lips, and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

Lian Lei dragged the grass that Master Jingyue instructed his disciples to send, stuffed it into the stove one by one, looked down, and saw that there was a gap between the firewood and the bottom of the pot, thought about it, felt that the grass was a little less, and stuffed a few more handfuls into it. Picked up the fire sickle on the pot and bumped it a few times, but the sparks splashed on the grass only flickered, and then dimmed. Lianlei's stubbornness came up, and if she couldn't do it once, she would do it twice...... Until his arm was sore and he couldn't lift it, the grass still didn't have the slightest tendency to burn.

"Mother's ......" called softly, her eyes a little sour. Without...... My mother could have lived a better life.

A little discouraged, when she turned around, she saw that her eyes were red, and she asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with Qingwu?" ”

The little hand rubbed his eyes a few times, and squeezed out a smile lightly. "Smoked to the ...... Mother, let's go to bed, shall we? Qingwu is not afraid of wetness, Qingwu is very strong, ......" gestured a few small fists at Lianlei, and then looked at the little arm with only a layer of skin wrapped in a bone stick, and couldn't help but be a little discouraged.

"Light dance, do you have something to hide from your mother?" Lian Lei deliberately flattened her mouth and said.

"Oh, mother, I was wrong. I just think that my mother should live more comfortably, is the light dance dragging down my mother? Qingwu feels sorry for her mother's hard work, or she can go back to Mo ...... "Her head hung slightly, her little hands twisted the hem of her clothes, and her face was full of reluctance and distress......

Before Qingwu could finish speaking, Lianlei dropped the fire sickle in her hand and reached out to block Qingwu's small mouth. He frowned, and his face became serious and solemn.

"Qingwu, you are your mother's baby, how can it be a drag? If you have a mother in your heart, don't mention going back to Mofu again. You are the old light dance dead, and now you are a mother and a new person. Mother is not afraid of hardship, but also can stand tired, mother only needs to dance lightly, mother just wants to give light dance a new and happy life, can be free and unrestrained healthy life, light dance understand? ”

Holding Qingwu's little shoulders solemnly, Lei looked at Qingwu hopefully, and continued: "If Qingwu understands, he will live carefree, as long as he thinks about how to play, how to make trouble, how to laugh, and how to call." Once my mother thought that love was all my mother's life, but after some things, my mother realized that you were the biggest bond for my mother. People can't be too greedy, and when they have family affection, they don't want anything else......"

chirped and said a lot crookedly, Lian Lei laughed herself, Qingwu was only six years old, how could she know so much? hugged Qingwu on his lap and kissed Qingwu's little face dotingly. She doesn't need to dance lightly, she just needs to do it herself. But she hoped that Qingwu could understand, because only in that way could Qingwu stay away from Mo Tianxing and the source of danger.

As for love or something, Lian Lei doesn't dare to ask for extravagance, really, hurt once, die once, Lian Lei understands what love is! Man? It's all something she doesn't need, or even hates!

Qingwu nodded thoughtfully, signaling that she understood. She also only recognizes poor Lei's mother, someone else? Of little consequence!

"Won't that mother feel lonely?" Qingwu asked thoughtfully. Maybe it's to reaffirm how important you are to your mother!

Alone? Lian Lei stood up with Qingwu in her arms, looking at the rising moon not far away, the corners of her mouth twitched, hooking a smile, the smile in her eyes flowed to her heart, and her eyes instantly burst into a different kind of charming look.

"The long-sleeved dance is good at crossing the cold, and the jade rabbit is accompanied by the dust."

"Chang'e lives alone in Guanghan, with only a jade rabbit as her companion, isn't she also having a good time? Qingwu thinks she can't compare to a rabbit? There is no quarrel with the world, there are relatives to accompany you, this is what the mother's dream home looks like! Mother wants her to be more than just a dream......"

She has given love wholeheartedly, and she has tried her best to maintain her "home", but what is the result? Now she just wants to watch Light Dance grow up and live happily. Myself? It's not bad to be lonely and old, at least one person can live more freely, want to eat, want to sleep......