"How can I not be me? What are you talking about, sir? Fan Ming frowned, tilted his head and arched his mouth, then he turned to Mingyun, who was sitting silently on the side, and asked, "Cousin, do you understand?" ”

Mingyun turned her head out of the window and didn't answer, the pale golden winter sun shining into the window and sprinkling on her face, giving her a kind of melancholy that didn't fit her age.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Fan Ming scratched his head a little at Mingyun's performance, "But I see that you are sick, so I don't care about you." ”

At this time, Ah Wei came back with a new bowl of medicinal juice, a translucent jade bowl, the thick medicinal juice emitted a steaming white mist, and as soon as she came in, the bitter taste of the medicinal soup spread.

Fan Ming leaned over to the bowl and looked at it, the rich dark brown medicinal soup looked bitter and smelled even more bitter. Fan Ming stuck out his tongue, glad that this medicine was not for him to drink.

Mingyun's eyelashes blinked quickly, his lips pursed slightly, and finally took the medicine bowl and drank it one by one. Maybe the medicine was too bitter, and Mingyun drank it and tears dripped into the bowl.

Fan Ming was shocked, and he hurriedly sat beside Mingyun. Bending down and peeking at Mingyun's expression from the bottom, he saw that Ah Yun's eyes were flowing down in rows, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"Sister Yun, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with it? Fan Ming hurriedly turned his head and shouted to Xue Xian: "Mr. Xue, come and see what's wrong with Ah Yun?" Isn't it uncomfortable again? ”

Xue Xian raised his eyes and glanced at it, and said, "This is physical discomfort, mental discomfort." I can't treat my body discomfort, but I can't help it. ”

Mingyun grabbed Fan Ming's sleeve and said, "You sit down." ”

When Fan Ming heard this, he moved towards Mingyun's side again.

Mingyun rested his head on Fan Ming's shoulder. His shoulders were fleshy, soft, and warm. Mingyun leaned against Fan Ming's shoulder and cried loudly. She shouted Fan Ming's "Ah Ming, Ah Ming, Ah Ming." ”

"Ah Yun, what's wrong with you? Don't cry. Fan Ming was at a loss, and he didn't know how to comfort her for a while. He was so anxious that his hands were clenched into fists. "What's wrong with you? What the hell is going on? Fan Ming didn't know how to comfort, so he could only keep repeating the question.

"Don't ask. Don't ask. You stay with me for a while. Mingyun said.

"Okay." Fan Ming stretched out his hand and patted Mingyun lightly on the back.

Another day passed, and the winter sun rose and illuminated the snow-capped land.

In Fan Miaoshu's main house, Luo Yingqiang was waiting for Fan Miaoshu to freshen up. Yesterday was a whole night, and Madame had no sleep all night. She is a slave and maid, and her master does not sleep, so how can she be qualified to close her eyes.

Fan Miaoshu leaned on the edge of the bed, pressed her forehead, and looked a little haggard after not sleeping all night and having something on her mind. Her expression was obscure.

Luo Ying rubbed a hot towel and handed it over, "Madam, you haven't closed your eyes all night, it's better to sleep for a while." ”

Fan Miaoshu pressed the corners of her forehead: "I can't sleep." ”

"Then the slave maid will rub the acupuncture points for you to relieve your fatigue." Luo Yingdao.

"That's fine." Fan Miaoshu nodded.

Luo Ying picked a little mint-flavored medicinal oil with the tips of her two index fingers, and gently pressed it, increasing the strength little by little in a circle. Her technique was obviously excellent, and Fan Miaoshu's expression looked much more relaxed.

"How's Ah Jun?" Fan Miaoshu asked with her eyes closed.

"Mrs. Hui, the little master is recovering well, but he is still in a bad mood." Luo Ying replied.

"Do you think she hates me?" Fan Miaoshu asked.

"You are the biological mother of the little master, and the little master will definitely not think so. Madame, you're too worried. Luo Ying said.

Fan Miaoshu shook her head and muttered: "She hates me, even if she doesn't at this time, she will hate me sooner or later, but sooner or later." Why is it so hard to be a mother? ”

"It's hard for parents all over the world. Everything that Mrs. does, the starting point is also for the good of the little master, always the method is tougher, the little master can't understand, but the little master will always grow up, and he will be sensible when he grows up. Luo Ying said.

"And when will she grow up?" Fan Miaoshu sighed.

"It must be soon."

At this time, in the courtyard in the early morning, the voice of a boy broke the silence and brought fresh vitality and vitality to the courtyard.

Fan Ming has always been a frequent visitor to Miaoyuan, coming in and out at will, and he didn't need to report it, he ran into Mingyun's residence as soon as he slipped away, and was stopped by Ah Wei outside.

"Shh Ah Wei gestured to Fan Ming and said, "Master Ming, our master is still asleep, she didn't sleep well last night, don't wake her up." ”

There was a thick beige gauze curtain between the inner room and the outer room, and Fan Ming stuck his head in and looked inside. I saw Cousin Yun lying on the bed, the wisps of morning light shining on her cheeks, as if giving her a warm golden light, but she didn't seem to sleep very well, and her long eyelashes trembled.

Fan Ming didn't fall asleep all night last night, he always thought about Ah Yun's tears in his heart, and after dawn, he couldn't wait any longer, so he immediately ran over. He didn't care about Ah Wei, and ran in with the curtain. Ah Wei wanted to pull a handful, but she pounced.

Fan Ming tiptoed to the bed. On the bed, Mingyun twitched in shock, screamed suddenly, opened his eyes and sat up. Fan Ming was taken aback by this sudden shock", subconsciously jumped a step back, and then realized that Sister Yun was stunned, and stepped forward and asked, "Sister Yun, are you okay?" ”

Ah Wei ran in with a worried face, sat on the edge of the bed and touched Mingyun's back. Mingyun's eyes were open in horror, his chest was heaving, and a trace of cold sweat broke out from the corners of his forehead, as if he didn't hear what Fan Ming was saying just now.

"Sister Yun, what's wrong with you, are you okay?" Fan Ming stretched out his hand and shook it twice in front of Mingyun's eyes.

Mingyun was stunned for a while before he said hoarsely: "My aunt lied to me, sleeping won't work at all." Mingyun's voice was still hoarse, and her tone sounded very low, not at all like a girl.

Ah Wei was speechless for a while, and could only sigh.

"Sister Yun, what are you talking about? What doesn't work, you're not having a nightmare. Dreams are all fake, all are reversed, don't take them seriously. Fan Ming said.

"Master Ming is right, dreams are all opposite, dreams are just dreams." Ah Wei gently helped Mingyun to follow her back.

Mingyun had a dark look in her eyes when she heard this, she hugged her legs, hugged herself with the quilt, and was reluctant to reply.

"You must be frightened by nightmares." Fan Ming looked at Cousin Yun's appearance a little uncomfortable, and felt that his clumsy tongue could not be comforting.

Mingyun buried his chin in his knee and said in a low voice, "In my dream, there are a lot of terrible things chasing me. ”

"Sister Yun, don't be afraid." Fan Ming said and pulled Mingyun's arm and said, "No matter what bullies you, I will beat them back, they are fierce, I will be more fierce than them." Not to mention, Fan Ming's strong and fat body, speaking of this, is really a bit imposing.

Mingyun knew in her heart that Fan Ming had deliberately done it for her, and a smile appeared on her hazy face.

At this time, Fan Ming suddenly raised his voice, "Whew! With a sound, ten fat fingers like turnips were bent into claws, and his head kept shaking, pretending to be a tiger, but his expression was exaggerated, and his fat face was full of funny words.

Mingyun couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Boring, I wanted to bluff you, why did you laugh." Fan Ming pretended to be unhappy and withdrew his hand, but he was silent for a long time, he suddenly turned around suddenly, looked at Mingyun with bared teeth, and at the same time stretched his neck and raised it towards the sky, imitating a wolf's howl. Mingyun looked at Fan Ming's deliberately ugly appearance, pursed his lips and slowly bent up, and smiled at him.

Fan Ming touched the back of his head a little stupidly, he was a little embarrassed, but he gave himself a round and said: "Haha, I just came to tease you on purpose, I will be relieved if you laugh." ”

Ah Wei was waiting on the side, she saw the master smiling, and a big stone in her heart fell to the ground, and said, "It's okay now, as soon as Young Master Ming comes, our master's face will be clear." ”

Ah Wei said, and wrung a hot handkerchief to Mingyun to wipe his face, this hot handkerchief is extraordinarily comfortable in winter, the warm heat penetrates into the skin, Mingyun's face is also smoked red by this heat, and it looks finally lively.

Ah Wei waited for Mingyun to put on his coat, and Mingyun put on his sleeves while listening to Fan Ming talk to him.

I only heard Fan Ming say: "Recently, I made a few friends, it is the cousin of the Bank of China Ali, we met quite a deed, and after a careful chat, he is actually a disciple of the Heavenly Trench, Mr. Xue's nephew, do you say it is a coincidence?" I also met his two juniors, and they were both interesting people. Yesterday, I invited them to come to the house to play, and they had a great time, but before they knew it, it was late, so I left them to stay. ”

"The cousin of the Bank of China?" Mingyun frowned slightly.

"Bank of China and Handan are related, and that person is the eldest son of the Handan Zhao family." Fan Mingdao.

When Mingyun heard this, he immediately knew that the one in Fan Ming's mouth was Zhao Ji.

"Hey, speaking of which, you haven't seen it yet, it's a pity, I played Liubo with Ziji and them last night, you don't know how much fun we had, I asked you to go together another day, and we all played together." When it comes to having fun, Fan Ming's eyes are shining as he says.

"But you have to get better quickly, otherwise who will dare to take you when you are sick?"

Mingyun nodded seriously, she looked at Fan Ming, and said sincerely: "Cousin Ming, thank you." "Although Mingyun is young, she also knows the warmth and cold, and she grew up in a place of conspiracy such as the big family, and she understood things early. Since she fell ill, the brothers and sisters who used to play together have rarely interacted, at most they came to see her with the adults, and when she coughed, she wanted to hide away. But on weekdays, Cousin Ming, who was the most wrong with her, often came to visit her, amused her, drank medicine with her, and shared new interesting stories with her.

"Thanks for what? You look so stupid when you look serious. Fan Ming laughed, reached out and rubbed Mingyun's hair, and then wiped his hands in disgust, "Oh, my hair is oily, wash it quickly when you are sick." ”

Mingyun was speechless for a while, and then laughed again, her cousin.