"Do you want a hug?"

As soon as Mu Jing finished asking this sentence, there was an extra weight in his arms.

Mu Yang knelt on the ground, clinging to his sister tightly and not letting go.

"It's not awkward for you." Mu Jing patted his little butt and picked him up and hugged him into his arms, away from those people, and walked farther away to stand by the window.

Still sad, Mu Yang bit her lip and lay in her arms, her head resting on her shoulder, twitching, but she didn't speak.

"Scared?"

He looked down to see what the man in his arms looked like now, but he rubbed his neck like a kitten seeking warmth to escape the cold, and saw nothing.

Mu Jing thought about it for a while, and when he did it himself, he was sure that Zhou Qiyang was covering the eyes of the little ghost, so it was impossible to see the terrifying scene, and the direction in which the corpse fell would not let Mu Yang see the whole picture, so as not to scare him.

What's the reason for that?

Guns?

Mu Jing, who found the problem, dragged the chair to the window and sat down, silently waiting for his younger brother's mood to calm down a little before patting him lightly and saying, "Tell me why you're crying." ”

Mu Yang was particularly aggrieved and whispered: "I'm afraid that my sister will die......"

"Huh?"

"Gun...... Pointing to my sister ......"

Mu Yang leaned into her arms and hugged her a little tighter, "If my sister is shot, she will die, I don't want my sister to die." ”

"I'm not going to die."

Mu Jing felt his strong uneasiness, and his voice was much gentler than usual, "In the future, we will encounter things that are more dangerous than today, so you have to start getting used to it and accept the world like it is now." ”

"I—I've worked hard to get used to it......," Mu Yang grabbed her clothes, "but even if I get used to it, I'll still be scared." ”

He was afraid that she would be hurt, and it would hurt if she was injured, and he didn't want his sister to hurt.

"Sister, I want to grow up quickly, so that I can protect my sister."

"Just think about this kind of thing, the road you grew up on is longer than the road that others learn from the West, walk slowly."

Mu Jing complained without hesitation, without the slightest hint of warmth.

Mu Yang snorted, "I don't care, I'll grow up, soon!" ”

"Soon?"

"That's right! It's faster than learning from the West! ”

"Oh, then you're going to have to do it."

Scratched his chin, saw him itch and dodged, and smiled: "Little crying bag." ”

"It's not a little crying bag!"

Mu Yang smiled and squinted her eyes and retorted in her arms, "Hahaha, it's so itchy, sister, don't, don't scratch it!" ”

The crisp laughter attracted the attention of the others, and before someone was dissatisfied, Mu Jing stopped moving, nodded on the tip of his nose, and said, "Don't be too loud, huh?" ”

"Got it!"

Mu Yang, who was coaxed to be happy by her sister, didn't plan to get off her body, and continued to lie on her stomach, "Sister, why are you always cold?" Brother Yang, they are all hot. ”

"Everyone's body temperature is different."

"Really?" Mu Yang looked at her curiously, and wanted to ask, but he heard his sister say, "Did you say you wanted to protect me just now?" ”

"Hmm!" What's wrong?

Seeing that his younger brother's eyes were full of curiosity, Mu Jing said, "Let's follow your brother Yang to exercise in the future." ”

"Huh?"

Mu Jing flicked his fleshy face with his fingers, and he could still see a slight tremor clearly, "A boy, if he doesn't have a strong physique, how can he protect the person he wants to protect?" ”