In a word, Bai Mu, a woman who has passed puberty, almost cried.

With red eyes, he held Bai Nuan's hand: "It's okay, my daughter is so good, it's okay, there will be many people who like it, don't be afraid." ”

Bai Nuan just looked at her in confusion, shook his head, and was as stubborn as a child: "But...... None of those people were him. ”

No matter how good others are, they are not soft.

She is soft, the boy who can be coquettish, can do bad things, can play tricks, will say that he likes her loudly, will always be on her side, and will go crazy because she is injured.

No matter how good those people are, they are not her softness, they are not.

Bai Mu couldn't hold back, turned her head, covered her mouth, and cried, tears falling straight down.

Bai Nuan just watched her cry and opened her mouth: "Mom, don't cry, Dad will be distressed." ”

She still has a fever, and now she speaks, always feeling like a child, but she is very awake.

Bai Mu wiped her tears and turned her head with red eyes: "Nuan Nuan, if you are sad, you can cry, it's okay...... I'm a mom and won't laugh at you. ”

Bai Nuan didn't cry, with a puzzled blankness in her eyes: "Mom, what is sad?" ”

What is Sadness?

What is Happy?

What is happiness?

And also...... What is love?

She didn't know much about these things.

No one had taught her, she only knew the linguistic definitions of the words.

Bai Mu didn't speak, lying on the side of the bed and crying a lot.

Shoulders shaking.

Bai Nuan watched her cry, thought about it, learned from her memory, Dad's movements, patted her shoulder, and whispered: "Mom, don't cry, I have a White Rabbit toffee, give you one." ”

Then as if he remembered something, he frowned and said to himself: "White rabbit toffee is for softness...... Can't give ...... to mom."

"But...... The softness is gone...... "Bai Nuan seemed to be entangled.

I wonder if I should give the toffee to the white mother.

She was like a child.

Bai Mu couldn't cry, if Bai Nuan cried in her arms, she might not be so sad.

But her warmth is warm, she doesn't cry or make trouble, but she is almost obsessively entangled in a trivial matter.

This little thing is precisely related to Anyang.

"Mom, you let Dad buy it for you, my toffee, I want to leave it to Soft." Soft Mian likes to eat, she has to keep it, she promised him, her toffee, only give him one person, no one else, no one.

Bai Nuan had a headache again, twisted his eyebrows and rubbed his head, and muttered: "Anyang...... I have a headache...... Want to drink watermelon juice. ”

But no one responded to her, she ached a little, got better again, blinked, looked around, and didn't see the person in her memory.

"Mom......" She wanted to ask Anyang if she had gone out to buy watermelon juice, but suddenly remembered......

She's not soft anymore.

It's a really sad thing.

Right?

That's right......

She was so sad that she had a headache and was about to faint, but she still wanted to see if he would come.

Bai Nuan finally fell asleep because of exhaustion.

She hadn't eaten for a day, and she had a cold and a high fever.

It's good to be able to hold on until now.

Bai Mu had red eyes, covered Bai Nuan with a quilt, got up and went out, closed the door, threw herself into Bai Father's arms, and cried fiercely.

"Old, husband...... Nuan Nuan like this...... I, I'm so uncomfortable......" The white mother cried breathlessly, "blame, blame me...... ...... that should not have been agreed in the first place"