"What are you doing here?"

Sheng Mingzhu was bending over and was using a paintbrush to add eyes, nose and mouth to the little pig, when he suddenly heard the sound of someone talking behind him, his hand shook, and he almost lost his hand.

Sheng Mingzhu turned around and saw Mu Changqing standing behind her who didn't know when he came back.

"Why didn't you come back and there was no movement?" Sheng Mingzhu said strangely.

"You were too engrossed just now, what are you doing, painting pigs?" Mu Changqing suddenly approached, the distance between the two was only two feet, and the warm breath seemed to be able to touch his cheeks through the hanging hair, Sheng Mingzhu pursed his lips, gently turned his face sideways, and said casually: "I pinched a few gadgets with mud today to add some color to them." ”

Mu Changqing glanced at it, looking at the neat rows of small things kneaded into mud, with different shapes, rough but ingenious, and said with some surprise: "These are all pinched by you?" ”

"How about leading them to do it together, how about it?"

"How old are you, you still want to play with mud." Mu Changqing said with a smile.

"What's wrong with playing with mud, my second brother won't let me go out, and you're not here, so don't you allow me to have some fun by myself? Look at these eight kings. Sheng Mingzhu pointed to the turtle Wang Ba at the front, and the brush deliberately pointed to the words engraved on Wang Ba's head.

Mu Changqing looked over in a row, and saw several familiar surnames on Wang Ba's head, and when he looked up, he saw that Sheng Mingzhu had been winking at him, and he was careful to show his thoughts.

"What's the matter, aren't these eight kings particularly similar?"

"Hmmm! Particularly like. ”

"You say, do I want to give this mud king to his master in two days? Or let him see himself as he really is? ”

Mu Changqing glanced at her, and tapped his fingers lightly on her head, "What do you think?" Be honest with me. ”

There was a banging sound on his head, obviously it didn't hurt, Sheng Mingzhu subconsciously covered his head for some reason.

"Knocking?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just that you don't know that knocking on the head will knock stupid?"

"Will it?" Mu Changqing was amused by her crooked reasoning, "Then are you often knocked on the head?" ”

"No, it's like this for the second brother, no, what do you mean by that?"

Sheng Mingzhu didn't react to the meaning of his words at first, but when she reacted, she saw that Mu Changqing was already staring at the little mud pig in her hand seriously.

"Did you pinch this pig? It's quite similar. After that, he actually got his hands on it directly and took it in the palm of his hand to look at it carefully.

Sheng Mingzhu saw that he deliberately diverted the topic, and snorted dissatisfiedly.

"This one is made of wet mud, and it's not dry yet! You're going to have to pinch it out of shape if you take it like that. ”

"Give me this!" Mu Changqing said suddenly.

"What do you want this for? No, this is not given, if you want to, you can pick a king. Sheng Mingzhu wanted to refuse directly.

"Don't want Wang Ba, just this pig in your hand."

Obviously he said that he wanted the pig in his hand, but his eyes had to stare at her, and the dark pupils were as cold as glass beads, cold, and when he was dyed with a smile, there seemed to be countless indescribable affection hidden in it.

Sheng Mingzhu stared at him for a moment, and soon fell into defeat, his eyes blinked twice in a panic, he didn't know where the focus was, and he spoke incoherently, "This, this pig is not good, what is good about the pig, otherwise, you take this little clay figure, I have dried it almost dry, be careful when you take it, it should be able to keep it for a long time." ”

Mu Changqing glanced at the villain she was pointing at, shook his head and refused, "Don't." ”

"What's so good about this pig, I, I'm just pinching it with my hands, and it's so ugly, you give it to me quickly......"

"It's good."

“……”

Sheng Mingzhu said dryly, and did not persuade him to change his mind, but looked at him holding the pig, inexplicably ashamed, and finally could only say helplessly: "If you want it, remember not to say that I made it." ”

Mu Changqing chuckled, agreed, and then took out a brocade bag from his arms and handed it to her.

"What is this?" Sheng Mingzhu was curious, took it and opened a little crack, and the sweet and greasy taste of the dim sum in the bag was already emanating.

In addition to the dim sum, there is also half of the preserved fruit and sour plum.

"I see that your appetite is not good these days, and there is nothing to eat here, I found you some snacks outside, and when you don't want to eat, you can eat some to cushion your stomach."

"Did you find it for me?" Sheng Mingzhu was a little surprised when she took this bag of snacks.

Mu Changqing coughed lightly, waved the little mud pig in his hand and said, "It's a thank you gift for this mud puppet." ”

Sheng Mingzhu was happy in his heart, and he controlled it for a long time before he pressed down the corners of his mouth that was crazy to rise.

"Where these snacks came from, the shops in the city have basically shut down."

Sheng Mingzhu didn't go back to the house, but found a place to sit on the ground, and Mu Changqing sat next to her.