Xiangxiang's pigtails were cut once a year ago when she had a "miscarriage", when she thought her hair was yellow and withered, and cut her waist-high braids to shoulder length, and now just over her shoulders, it has become black and bright, and she always puts it on her shoulders obediently, as beautiful and well-behaved as her person.

A few days ago, Han Jin entered the city and bought her two red glass hairpins, small and small cards, with a little golden lines in them, don't look at her head to make her skin snow-white and her hair black and shiny, Han Jin is especially looking forward to coming soon in summer every time he sees her combing two small short braids with red hairpins.

In that way, Xiangxiang can wear a flower skirt, which must look better!

Han Jin picked up Xiangxiang's pigtail, leaned his head over according to the strongest desire in his heart, and gently brushed his chin with the braid.

It was very light and light, and his breathing stopped.

The feeling of crispy numbness that makes the tips of the heart tremble with it comes again! Han Jin's heart was excited, and he wanted to try again, but the pigtail in his hand was snatched back by Xiangxiang, and he also pushed his head away.

Xiangxiang turned around and sighed at him, her eyes were full of helplessness and tolerance, as well as deep love, "Xiaojin, don't make trouble, you can't pull my braids in the future, be obedient." ”

This kind of tone and expression Han Jin is too familiar, when he was four or five years old, he fought and bit people, she coaxed him like this, when he was six or seven years old, he saw his father and went crazy, she hugged him and coaxed him like this, he skipped school, she sent him to school like this, he was angry with his grandfather, he chased those hooligans who had bad intentions towards her, and he threw out the buried children of Zhou Lanye's family......

Countless times in her memory, she coaxed him like this, with a gentle and tolerant smile, her eyes were full of love and a little helplessness, every time she coaxed him like this, he felt like warm water was slowly flowing through his heart, comfortable and warm, no matter how big the grievances and resentments or even the anger that wanted to tear people apart would quickly calm down.

It doesn't matter if the outside world makes him angry, Xiangxiang is here, she is the cleanest, most beautiful, gentleest and most comfortable place in his heart, as long as she can always feel so gentle and feel sorry for him, he can be calm and happy.

But today, Xiangxiang's words suddenly lost their effect, and they were still the same gentleness, the same tolerance, and the same distressing Xiangxiang, but it made Han Jin suddenly feel a burst of fire from the bottom of his heart, and the fire that came out of nowhere, rushed straight to his head, making him stubbornly reach out and grab her pigtail again.

He knew he couldn't do this, but he just didn't want to let go, he longed for Xiangxiang's braid to sweep his chin like an over-electric crispy feeling, he liked to hold Xiangxiang's pigtail in his hand, he wanted to be closer to her, a little closer, and didn't want her to have any refusal.

Even with such a tender and loving refusal, he was unwilling!

Zhou Lanxiang was amused helplessly and wanted to laugh by his stubborn appearance exactly like when he was a child, he was a young man, his temper was still the same as that of a child, the more he was not allowed to do anything, he had to worry about what to do, how to be like Xiao Hei!

But she has the best way to deal with Han Jin like this, this time she didn't hit him or push him, but frowned, "Xiao Jin, don't pull it, it hurts." ”

Han Jin quickly let go, the inexplicable awkwardness and persistence in his heart were covered by worry, and he wanted to touch her hair but was afraid of hurting her again, "Where does it hurt?" Did I pull it? I, I'll bring you a wooden comb, and you can comb your hair a few times! ”

Zhou Lanxiang shook her head, rubbed her scalp, gently pulled a few strands of hair, adjusted the tightness of the braid, and then raised her head and glared at Xiao Jin, "I told you not to pull, look at the calluses on your hands, it hurts to pull a few hairs." ”

Han Jin was so annoyed that he didn't have time to think about why he had to pull Xiangxiang's pigtails, he reached out to rub her, but she avoided her again, and was warned: "Don't touch my hair in the future, if you pull it, it will hurt me for a while!" ”

Han Jin hurriedly withdrew his hand, very reluctantly, but still nodded, "Then I won't pull it, you rub it yourself, does it still hurt?" ”

Xiangxiang gently rubbed her scalp, seeing that he was so guilty, she comforted him, "It doesn't hurt much, you don't have to pull hard." ”

Han Jin accidentally bit Xiangxiang when he was a child, or was chased and beaten by his grandfather, Xiangxiang protected him and was accidentally beaten by his grandfather, he was very guilty, sat next to Xiangxiang and looked at her hair seriously, and he was not even in the mood to read the novel.

Xiangxiang put the kerosene lamp between the two of them, took a few eggs and then shone on the duckling, and did not urge him to read.

Han Jin looked at the kerosene lamp between the two of them and felt very frustrated, look, that's it, she can always have a way not to let him get close! From childhood to adulthood, what he hated most was the rules of his grandmother!

Han Jin forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, knowing that he couldn't complain about Xiangxiang, she was just a well-behaved and obedient little girl, and she was to blame Grandma Tai for being an old feudal! A head of feudal remnants!

He didn't find out that in his heart, he was angry, and his family Xiangxiang was never wrong, and the wrong ones were people who had a bad influence on her!

Han Jin was still not worried about Xiangxiang's scalp, so he went to get a wooden comb for her to comb gently, and then went to boil hot water and threw a hot towel and asked her to put it on her head to steam, this is still from Dr. Zhang of the commune, he listened to a few words, saying that "when it hurts, it can relieve a lot of hot things by covering it", and he wrote it down carefully.

Zhou Lanxiang saw that he was so serious, so she smiled and comforted him: "It really doesn't hurt, it's good if you don't want to be like this in the future, and you don't have to work hard, why are you so squeamish?" ”

Han Jin hummed lowly, he didn't know what it felt like in his heart, he was relieved, but he was also empty, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but his hands were empty, his heart was empty, and he wanted to get close to Xiangxiang and knew that it was not good, he was not in decline.

It seems that he has accumulated the power to carry the mountain and the flames that can burn the sky, but Xiangxiang shook his head lightly, and he had to hold it back.

Han Jin didn't read that night, and Xiangxiang didn't chase after him to ask about the story behind, and the two went to sleep very early.

Han Jin felt that his heart was unbearable, and finally ran to the Dongxiao River outside Tunzi, jumped into the water and swam far away against the turbulent water of the spring flood, and stood on the hill bag upstream in the middle of the night and let go of his voice to the crescent moon in the sky, and roared a lot.

Xiangxiang lay on the kang and thought for a while, and found that she seemed to ignore the fact that Xiaojin had grown up, and was suddenly reminded by him today.

The encounters in her past life and present life were mixed with her, which made her impression of Xiao Jin a little confused, and the missing years in the middle could not be made up, and her impression of Xiao Jin was still stuck at two extremes.

It's either a child of eleven or twelve, or a mature and steady adult in his forties. It seems that as long as he doesn't grow up to forty years old, in her current heart, he is still the eleven or twelve-year-old child who lived with her back then.

Deep down, she lives with twenty-year-old Xiaojin, but she always treats him as eleven or twelve.

Even though he knew that he should marry a wife when he was twenty years old, he still treated him as he did when he was eleven or twelve.

It was only tonight that he was reminded that he had really grown up and was a big boy.