The entire front hall is full of people, where is the figure engraved in my heart.

Mu Shen covered his face and rubbed his temples, his eyes were at a loss.

I misheard it again.

Where the hell is she!

He missed her, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Someone upstairs was shouting at him, Mu Shen exhaled fiercely and adjusted his mentality.

Laser lights fall on every corner of the bar, and a new handful of flowers to be collected is placed on the counter cabinet, and the final payment is finished.

Calligrapher Hua Tian.

*

Yun Ci looked at the center of the ballroom, his face ruthless.

The green-haired gangsters took advantage of the crowd and leaned on Manru from time to time.

At first, Manru thought it was unintentional, but after moving two steps, he posted it again.

When her eldest lady's temper came up, no one could stop it, grabbed the man's collar, and slapped her up: "You think you are RMB, everyone likes you to lean on your body." ”

The green-haired thug didn't expect this soft and weak little girl to hit someone, and it wasn't ordinarily heavy.

Covering the corners of his mouth, he was dizzy.

"Dead girl, if you dare to beat me, Lao Tzu will kill you."

The raised hand was stopped in the air, Yun Ci hooked the corners of his mouth, and still smiled gently.

There was a silent force on his wrist: "If you slap down, it may be her who is injured." ”

The bastard bent his knees in pain: "Let it go...... Let go. It hurts Lao Tzu to death. ”

Man Ru put his arm around Yun Ci and trembled his eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Yun Ci patted her head, swaying softly.

The thug squatted on the ground in pain for a while, grabbed the wine bottle and smashed it.

Yun Ci reflexively wrapped Manru in his arms.

When the wine bottle was half a step away from Yun Mo's head, the gangster was suddenly kicked to the chest.

The whole person fell under the stage with the wine bottle, and the broken wine bottle was embedded in the palm of his hand.

Mu Shen stepped forward and stepped on his hand in two steps, grinding back and forth.

The people in the dance hall were all frightened by this scene, and the bold joined in the fun, and the timid were ready to pick up things and leave.

Mu Shen signaled for the music to stop, and shouted in a tone that only moaned and cried out in pain: "In order to apologize, all consumption today is free of charge." ”

The words fell, the music started, and the crowd was sensational.

Wen Ya came out of the bathroom, looked at the bloody scene inside, and flashed her brows.

She was timid, and she was even more afraid of this scene.

Thinking that it was almost time to get off work, he took one last look at the bully man and turned to leave.

Mu Shen looked at the door in the distance, and the girl stood against the light, lining her skin plain and elegant.

In just a moment, he recognized that this was his Xiaoya.

Mu Shen watched her leave, panicked, and rushed out through the crowd.

There were many pedestrians coming and going in front of the bar, and a thin rain was spreading.

"Xiaoya, Xiaoya, Xiaoya......"

Mu Shen shouted obsessively to the surroundings.

It's her Xiaoya, it must be his Xiaoya.

But why did she ignore him?

The rain-paved roads are full of light, and the neon lights of the high-rise buildings are flashing.

Mu Shen squatted at the crossroads, staring at the cars coming and going.

Yun Ci led Manru to stand on the side of the road for a long time, and the little girl was still frightened, so she was obedient and let him hold her at the moment.

Yun Ci gave Mu Shen an umbrella and led Man Ru away.

Mu Shen's hand holding the umbrella tightened, and his gaze swept everywhere, eager to see the figure of each other.

The sky is getting brighter, and everything is revived.

He still didn't wait.

*

Night falls.

The book kite pushed open the door.

The number of times it came was only a handful, and the wolfdog barked.

In the hall, Nie Qing was pinching Lin Shu's shoulder, and saw the book kite's laughing conversation stopped.

The book kite twitched in his heart.

It's like pouring a basin of cold water on the head, and it's biting cold.

Hurry up to catch up with the dinner spot, Nie Qing opened up for dinner.

The book kite took the initiative to step forward and beat Lin Shu's shoulders: "Grandma, I'm idle, let me press you for a while!" ”

Lin Shumei glanced fiercely, and the cane in her hand knocked on the ground: "No, you beat my legs." ”

With pale fingertips sunk into her palms, she smiled and crouched on the ground.

Lin Shu hated her, she knew it.

Lin Shu made it difficult for her, and she knew it.

She didn't dare to exert herself, nor did she dare to be too light, and she squatted on the ground for half an hour, and her legs were numb.

Lin Shu's cane knocked on the back of her hand: "Do you want to pinch me to death?" ”

The pale little hand was instantly red and swollen, and the book kite bit her lower lip: "Grandma, I didn't mean to, I'll be lighter." ”

In the yard, the wolf dog barked, which was a welcome call for the owner to come home.

Qiu Qishan led a pair of children and walked in happily.

Qiu Ting glared, turned around and hugged Lin Shu: "Grandma, I bought a lot of things today, and I bought a lot of them for you." ”

Lin Shuxiao was satisfied.

Qiu Qishan took off his coat: "Ruan Ruan is here." ”

The book kite squatted on the ground and answered in a muffled voice.

Qiu Yang's footsteps paused, and his steps changed direction.

After the meal, Ke Lan called to inquire worriedly.

When it was over, the book kite walked back to the house.

The fallen leaves of the dead vines swayed in the wind, and the sound was crisp.

Not far away, a small voice was heard.

It was dark.

Word by word is like a knife cut.

If you can't see the blood, you can't see it.

The book kite crouched down against the wall, not eavesdropping, just wondering how much they hated her.

"Don't be soft-hearted, the ancestral jade bracelet is not allowed to be given to the book kite, wait for Tingting to get married, and give it to Tingting."

Although the jade bracelet is not valuable, it is also passed down from generation to generation of blood relatives.

Lin Shu's voice was fierce.

"Mom, I know how to do it."

"You'd better hurry up and work hard, and give birth to a son while you can."

Nie Qing sighed: "Let it be!" Older. ”

"Whatever fate, you don't have a son, what do you take to keep your status. I'm angry when I think about it, I won't forgive the book kite even if I die for Xiaoyuan's death......"

"Alright, Mom, you go back to sleep."

Nie Qing was a little impatient and interrupted her.

The unhurried footsteps gradually drifted away.

It's windy outside, and the corner of the wall is facing the air outlet.

For the first time, the book kite didn't feel the cold.

A light drizzle of rain fell in the sky, and the raindrops hit the eyelashes, cold and cold.

Shu Kite came back to her senses, and her legs were shaking the moment she got up.

She carefully straightened her clothes and waited for a while before leaving.

As long as there is no her in the living room, there will always be laughter.

The book kite was stained with mud on his feet, and stood straight at the door: "Mom, I still have something to do, go back first." ”

Nie Qing looked at her with no clear meaning, and just nodded.

*

As the night darkened, the dead leaves on the side of the maple forest had not yet had time to be cleared, and the feet rustled on it.

Shukite pushed open the door, Yun Mo stood by the door wrapped in home clothes, saw her, and greeted her.

The rain slowed over the top of his hair, leaving a layer of fog, and Yun Mo frowned: "I forgot to bring an umbrella again." ”

"Fortunately, it didn't rain much."

Yun Mo naturally took her hand, and Shu Yuan followed her into the house in a daze, he led her to his bedroom and motioned for her to sit down: "Sit down for a while." ”

The environment in the room was very familiar, and the book kite was not too restrained: "Oh. ”

Yun Mo entered the shower room and came out with something in his hand.

Blow dryer.

The book kite guessed what he was going to do, and his heart shook slightly.

He first wiped the ends of his hair with a towel and then adjusted the temperature.

Qingjun's fingertips are placed on the tuyere to adjust the temperature.

The five fingers were plucked on the top of the book kite's head, passing through the slightly damp hair, and the wind swayed with a slight smell of tobacco.