At the beginning of autumn, the sky is like a cracked wooden gourd, the rain is continuous, the air is filled with the earthy smell of rain, although the weather is not good, but the air smells exceptionally good.

The streets of Jialing City are not more prosperous and lively than Jinling, the voices of people are noisy, it rains at this time, it is rare to have people, occasionally there are one or two passers-by wearing hats and wearing robes rushing by. The shelves fixed on both sides of the street were washed clean by the rain, and the various numbers of guins above the storefronts were wet by the rain, and they shrank lifelessly and drooped.

The scene in front of me is obviously depressed and desolate, but Lige feels comfortable from the heart. I feel that the rain in Jialing has a unique taste, I think the sound of the rain falling and knocking on the wooden window is very good, and I think that the boring little snack in Yunlai Inn is very delicious, and the person next to him happens to be the person in my heart.

Not more than a point, not less than a point, the depth of comfort at the moment is just right, and the happiness is just right.

"What are you thinking?" As soon as Xiao Mochen's voice sounded, he couldn't hear the sound of rain outside the window in Lige's ears.

Today is the third day, the third day of resting in Jialing, and the body is almost good from the song, but the rain has no trace of wanting to stop.

Their room is the No. 1 room, the room is clean and comfortable, airy and breathable, and the window faces south, just facing the street.

Every rainy day, Xiao Mochen will hold Lige from behind, put his chin on top of her head, and even if he doesn't communicate, he can maintain a hugging posture and stand for a long time.

"Well, I miss you." Lige turned his head and smiled at Xiao Mochen.

Her smile, so light, so shallow, but it slammed heavily on his heart, silent, but it stirred up endless ripples, and it was a lifetime when she fainted.

Xiao Mochen hugged her tighter, continued to prop his chin on her head, stared at a certain place outside the window, did not turn for a long time, and suddenly his lips opened, and his tone was brisk, and he said, "I am thinking about you too."

"Huh? So what does you think of me in your head right now? Lige asked with interest.

"Small, soft, white and tender, like a little milk bag, because of greed, so chubby. The round face, the flesh on the face shook up and down, left and right, and the little arms and calves were also white and round, like freshly picked lotus roots, section by section, which made people can't help but want to pinch it when they see it...... "The more Xiao Mochen spoke, the happier he became, and his tone came faster and faster, and he couldn't stop at all. And leaving the song, his face is getting darker and darker.

Hum! This is the third time that Xiao Mochen said that she was fat! Even if she is a little fleshy, it is not as outrageous as he said!

Moreover, what's wrong with being fat, at least he won't hurt him when he holds her.

"Xiao Mochen, you are too good, how can people be as fat as you say." Lige looked ahead, but his eyes were raised, waiting for Xiao Mochen's response behind him.

"Yes, that's what you looked like when you were a kid." Xiao Mochen's tone was firm, not like he was joking at all.

Li Gexiu frowned, his little face was confused, and asked, "Xiao Mochen, how do you know what I looked like when I was a child?"

Xiao Mochen retracted his thoughts and chuckled.

Remember, how not to remember. When she saw him for the first time, she rushed into his arms with her little short legs, held his face and kissed him, wiping the saliva on his face, sticky, the smell of sugar gourd. She was only six years old at that time, and he didn't dare to push her away for fear of damaging her.

It turned out that when his song was still a milk doll who didn't understand anything, he already coveted his beauty.

Clearing her throat, Xiao Mochen smiled, as if trying to evoke her memory, and said with a serious and yearning expression: "Yes." In the year when Emperor Xuan ascended the throne, he gave amnesty to the whole world, and the whole world celebrated, and the palace set up a flowing water banquet for three days and three nights, and your father took you into the palace, and it was at that time that I could see you. ”

Lige tilted her head and furrowed her brows, trying to remember the past, but she couldn't remember anything except the scene in the woods and snow.

Sighing lightly, Lige gave up her efforts, thinking to herself, she was still too young at that time, and children couldn't keep memories, unless that memory was very special and profound.

But wasn't Xiao Mochen also a child at that time? How can you remember it so clearly, can you say......

"Xiao Mochen." Lige turned around excitedly, looked at Xiao Mochen with eyes that seemed to have seen through everything, stretched out his index finger and tapped his shoulder, and said, "How can you remember what I looked like so clearly when I was a child, and you are not the kind of person who will put everything in his heart." Say, is it because you think I'm cute and secretly think about me, huh? ”

Xiao Mochen showed a slight pleasant color, his lips were slightly hooked, and a helpless smile appeared. What kind of nonsense is in her head, if she is suddenly kissed by a beautiful doll out of nowhere for a long time, she will definitely be unforgettable in this life.

"Why can't you be thinking about me?" Xiao Mochen half-squinted his eyes and hugged her tightly again, at this moment the two of them were close to each other, facing each other, he was very proud to meet her clear eyes.

Lige was shocked, this really seemed like something she would do, and when she thought about it, she felt that something was wrong, how old she was at that time, even if she was worried about him, it was not because of love, she simply liked his skin.

She glared back weakly, put her elbow against his chest, and shouted weakly: "Nonsense, how old I was at that time, I'm afraid I can't even distinguish between men and women, how can I think about you."

Hearing this, Xiao Mochen's expression darkened, his face was a little lonely, and he looked down slightly, secretly worried in his heart. Yes, how old she was at that time, but he really remembered it

Not only did he know what she looked like when she was six, but for the next ten years, he remembered her every year, happy, sad, angry, and emotional. In the ten years of peeping at her, he once thought it was hatred, but now he found that he didn't know when the initial feelings had changed, and some feelings quietly grew in the softest place in his heart, breeding love.

Seeing that his eyes were gloomy and thoughtful, Lige pursed his lips and said nothing, thinking that he was unhappy, he quickly put his hand down, hugged his waist, and the small dimples on the side of his mouth rippled, and said ruffianly: "I used to be ignorant, but now I am thinking about you, your face, your good, and even your hair."

Hearing this, Xiao Mochen looked down at her deeply, his eyes were burning, as if he could burn people, and then he thought about it, her body was just right, and she was reluctant to toss her, so she endured her lust, just hugged her, and said softly in a charming voice: "Then you can remember it, it's best, think about it for a lifetime."

The sound of the rain outside the window was getting louder and louder, and the sound of the rain falling on the wooden window was getting faster and faster, and gradually, Lige could no longer hear the sound outside the window, and what surrounded his ears was Xiao Mochen's fast and regular heartbeat, and the light fragrance floated out of him, brushing the tip of her nose, which had the effect of calming and hypnotizing.

Soon, Lige leaned on Xiao Mochen's chest, his small mouth opened slightly, his breathing was long, and he fell asleep.

Xiao Mochen lowered his head, seeing Lige's quiet sleeping face like a child, he smiled doting and helplessly, laughing in his heart that she was like a little lazy cat, napping when she was full.

Gently returning Lige to the bed, pulling the quilt, Xiao Mochen gently dropped a kiss on her forehead, and then turned around and walked out of the room.

If he knew that in these seemingly happy and stable years, there would always be a silent danger, and he would not leave her half a step no matter what, nor would he end up like that.