"Don't bully my brother! Whining. Mo Ning'er stood in the park, wiping her tears from the corner of her skirt. I don't want balls...... Ahhh ”

Inkmark and the two boys scuffle together for a red balloon.

"It's obviously my sister's!" Inkmark shouted.

"Nonsense, it's my sister's, we lost one yesterday." Boy A said.

Three people, you slap me, I stab you with a punch, it's a lot of fun.

"You bullied my brother, I fought with you." Lin Yuran wore a pink dress, tied a double ponytail, and brandished a small pink fist to join the "fight".

"Sister...... Brother...... Woo woo woo ......" Mo Ning'er wiped her tears and whimpered.

Boy B pushed Lin Yuran down with one hand, and then threw the ink marks to the ground with Boy A.

Lin Yuran was annoyed, immediately got up from the ground, and without saying a word, slapped Boy B in the face fiercely.

Boy B was immediately swept away. "Woo...... How can you slap ...... face"

Lin Yuran didn't care about him, and then bit Boy A's arm hard and didn't let go, Boy A cried: "Wow...... Woo...... Mom. ”

Only then did Lin Yuran let go of his mouth, and the two boys fled together.

Mo Ji stood up and gave the balloon to Mo Ning'er and said, "Don't cry, Brother Ning Ning has protected you, are you a man?" ”

"Brother! Condensation! Yuran protected you, are you a woman? Lin Yuran leaned into the middle of them.

"Sort of, my dad said, 'Men protect and protect women to be men', so women should be like this." Ink Mark said with a very understanding face.

"Then you can protect me in the future, so that you can be more manly." Lin Yuran said happily.

"I ...... I also want to protect my brother. Mo Ning'er interjected.

"Huh? Why don't you protect your sister to come? Lin Yuran pouted and said.

"Yes...... Yes. Mo Ning'er hurriedly replied.

"That's right, good boy." Lin Yuran touched Mo Ning'er's head.

"Hook hanging, a hundred years will not change, whoever is on the side is a puppy." The three of them pulled up the hook together and made a promise.

"Brother, and Ning Ning!" Mo Ning'er also interjected.

"Yes." Ink Mark said with a serious look on his face of Zhengtai.

It was still good back then...... It seems like it has been going on like this......

However, in just 10 years, this sentence has changed.

"Look at your results, what did you take the test, and you still went to the first middle school, what else did you take the test?" Mo Ning'er's mother reprimanded her harshly. "There's no way, just take the road of the art exam, I don't expect you to be unenlightened in learning, you just learn the piano well, but why don't you go to learn the piano, you have to take the first middle school exam?"

Mo Ning'er sat on the sofa and was silent.

"I really envy the children of the Lao Lin family, the daughter raised is so good, it only took a long time to study, you see you report to you, alas." Mo Ning'er's mother sighed.

"Okay, okay, other people's children are not your family, Ning'er is not not working hard. Ning'er, if you have to take the first middle school exam, Dad will support you, but once you can't pass the exam...... Mo Ze said.

"Mo Ning'er, just take the second middle school exam. You don't have to be in the same school as us, the one that suits you is the best. Inkmark interjected.

When Mo Ning'er heard this, she raised her head and wanted to say something. But he quickly lowered his head and nodded.

Mo Ning'er sighed and walked out of the memory. Now I don't even have my mother's nagging, and I didn't bother my mother at the beginning, which is really sad.

"Sting." A voice came from outside the door.

Mo Ning'er closed Ouyang Li's notebook, picked up the gun with both hands, and stood up from the bed.

Mo Ning'er cautiously opened the door and walked down the dimly lit corridor.

The setting sun was hidden in the clouds, and a little light remained in the black night sky.

"Brother, is that you? You're back. Mo Ning'er shouted nervously.

"Hmm." Inkmark jumped in. He patted the snow off his body. I didn't expect it to snow again on the way back. This is a very serious problem, insulation is a problem, traffic is a problem, alas.

Ink marks are placed on the tentacle and the package is received. "How's the day going? Leaving you here alone may make you a little boring. ”

Mo Ning'er shook her head and said, "There's no problem, I'm just worried about you, why did you come back so late." ”

"No way, I went to the supermarket to make a big purchase, and I was troublesome, and I brought back a lot of things, and there are some things to give you clothes or something."

"Brother, you should put safety first, you can't do this." Mo Ning'er looked the ink marks up and down. "My clothes are torn, I'm again, and you have a strong smell of blood."

"Oh, don't think too much, don't be in this matter with yours, won't I talk about it when I go to the supermarket? I said I had just brought back a couple of pieces of beef from the freezer, and I was going to make you a steak. I'll eat it later. “

Mo Ning'er narrowed her eyes, looking incredulous. "And the smell of girls......"

Ink Marks hurriedly explained. "I saved a woman, but I can't help it...... Eat first, steak is the best. ”

"Okay then." Mo Ning'er nodded.

Inkmark dragged the package into the room.

He couldn't wait to pour out all the contents of the package. This package was full of clothes, a frying pan, and a soup pot. Ink Mark picked up his clothes and stuffed them to Mo Ning'er. "Hurry up and get replaced."

Mo Ning'er stroked these very beautiful and warm clothes, and nodded happily. Did my brother pick it? Mo Ning'er jumped up and walked into the room happily.

"Wait a minute, there's still underwear, change these together." Ink Mark pulled out a set of white lace underwear. Mo Ning'er blushed.

"Aunt Zhang is really careful, and she brought all these with her, and she also took this thing." I took out a pack of sanitary napkins of the Seven Degrees Space brand in the ink marks. Mo Ning'er didn't calm down anymore, she was very shy, her face flushed, and she hurriedly ran over and snatched this thing. "Thank you, brother, thank you, brother."

I was very, very embarrassed, and very shy. My brother is really, he even knows how many sizes I wear in my corset, and he still wants to buy these. Mo Ning'er took off her trench coat, picked up her underwear, and put it on. It's a surprise, it fits perfectly...... God, how does he know how big my underwear is. Mo Ning'er covered her face. Squatted down. I'm ashamed, but I'm so happy, and I feel like I care about me again...... So that's why Lin Yuran also likes him.

Inkmark has everything ready. The potatoes were peeled, the cabbage, coriander, and meat were washed, and the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, cumin, and peppercorns were washed...... It has also been laid out one by one. Moji picked up the frying pan and came to the hallway, used two bricks as a stand, took a chair, broke it, added solid alcohol, lit it with a lighter, heated the pot for a few minutes, and poured peanut oil.

The oil spurs rattled, and the fragrance wafted out.

Mo Ning'er put on a beautiful dress, black stockings, and a pair of board shoes and walked out

"How cooked do you want the steak?" Ink marks have just cut the meat into slices and are now preparing to marinate it with cooking wine or something.

"What kind of steak is this?" Mo Ning'er sat down and looked at the dancing red flames.

"Uh...... Does it matter? Inkmark didn't know how to answer,

"That's right. For example, sirloin steak, the meat on the outer loin of the beef has white tendons on the outer ring, contains a certain amount of fat, is chewy, and the meat is hard. This kind of steak should not be eaten fully cooked, it is best within 5 medium rare, and when you eat it, you can cut it with white tendons, and the taste is even better. ”

Inkmark was stunned. I don't even know how to use a knife and fork, and I hope she doesn't taste it. "You know a lot."

"That time I went abroad to participate in the competition, I ate several times and learned a little bit." Mo Ning'er said.

"I really envy you, I was still in a tutorial class at that time." Ink marks put the meat in the pot.

The tantalizing aroma of meat wafted out.

Ink marks don't have the slightest desire to eat. It's not a steak after all.

"What can I do for you?" Mo Ning'er wanted to help him cook. I thought to myself: Brother, can you not just look at the pot.

"Go get the candles." The ink mark broke Mo Ning'er's expectations.

"Okay." Mo Ning'er reluctantly got up and walked into the room. Look for candles in the midst of all this chaos. "Candle ...... Candle ......" She was drawn to attention by something. Send that violin. She forgot about the candles, quickly opened the case, stroked the violin gently, and picked up the bow. Walked out quickly. "Brother! Violin! ”

Ink Mark raised his head, looked at Mo Ning'er who was wearing a dress and holding the piano, and smiled. "Then please play a song for me."

Mo Ning'er nodded, and played Chopin's "Nocturne"...