At that time, Xiao Xian always sat quietly on the recliner, and she would curl up in his arms, let him hold her whole body, listen to him tell messy stories, smell his reassuring aroma, and play with his Adam's apple.

She loves to make some lovely treats with him. I prefer to see him comb his hair clumsily, but he tries hard to comb it. When he was unhappy, he went to quarrel with him, but no matter what Mu Zisu said, he looked at her with a smile, and a word for no reason amused her.

Don't look at Xiao Xian's confusion, but Mu Zisu made mistakes when he was a child, and he was also very strict. Xiao Xian was never angry, but as soon as he didn't laugh, she knew that the master was unhappy. At that time, she was still a little afraid of him. So, the little Mu Zisu first grabbed his robe and admitted his mistake, and then began to talk sweetly to him.

She has no fear, knowing that as long as she coaxes him, everything will be fine.

At that time, Mu Zisu always pestered Xiao Xian, she got into Xiao Xian's robe, drilled out a small head, twisted her body and coquettishly played with him, "Master, hug!" ”

As long as she said this, Xiao Xian would drop everything and coax her to play.

Master was clumsy in everything he did, and the porcelain bowls in the kitchen were broken by him, so they were all replaced with bamboo. She always her fingers when she sews and mends clothes, and often forgets the soup on the stove. He has a meager ability, but he spares no effort to take care of her and pamper her, even now, he also treats her as a child who needs his care.

So from the age of six, she asked the women in the village for advice, and she said that when she grew up, she would take care of the master.

Someone looked at Xiao Xian with pity and said, "It's a pity that a good person has a dementia." ”

Mu Zisu wrapped her arms around Xiao Xian, leaned happily on his arms, and said with a smile: "Master, how can he get sick, he just became a child, how cute he is." ”

The only thing she longed for at that time was that whenever she turned around, she could see him sitting there, a pair of eyes chasing her and smiling softly.

At that time, Mu Zisu never thought that the master would not want him.

When she was eight years old, Xiao Xian took her by the hand and sent her to a family. At first he hid it from her, and he played with her in the big yard of the man's house. Little Shiso liked it very much, and she liked the couple, and then the couple gave her a lot of delicious food, and she put it in her pocket to bring it back to the master, and put on beautiful clothes that she had never seen before.

can play and play, Xiao Xian is gone.

The little Mu Zisu stood alone in the wind, looking at the empty gate, and stood stupidly for a long, long time.

The son of that family came to her and asked, "Does your family want you?" ”

Mu Zisu shook his head without a trace of hesitation and said, "No." Master will come and pick me up next month. ”

The days were so long, she squatted on the threshold all day long, looking at the crowded streets, and finally understood what it meant to be long-awaited.

Mu Zisu has been reading it for two years, and every time it is the same sentence, and the master will come to pick her up next month. When the lady of the family heard this, she felt distressed when she looked at her who was squatting on the threshold, thin and small.

Later, she tore off her hair and put the beaded flowers he gave her on her bun and put them in her makeup.

She told herself, no more, no more.

But he came anyway.

Under the moonlight, his plain white and elegant, clear and handsome posture is still the gentle and desirable appearance in his memory, he beckoned to her with a smile and said, "Gluttony, come." ”