"Ah Ping, how old are you this year?"

There was a long silence, and just when I thought he wouldn't answer, I heard a voice like sand: "The Year of the Dancing Elephant." ”

In turn, if I am silent, he will still give me an article? The question is, how old is this year of dancing elephants? I have heard of weak crowns, not confused, sixtieth birthdays, ancient rare, but dancing elephants...... I really haven't heard of it. Xin said that his brain was not very good anyway, and he was not afraid of revealing that he was uneducated, so he simply asked specifically: "Is it fifteen years old?" ”

But when I saw him shaking his head, I had to ask again, "Sixteen?" ”

He yawned and shook his head, and was about to ask again when he heard him mutter, "How can I be so young, I'm eighteen years old." "I couldn't help but be surprised when I heard this, he is eighteen? That's only a year younger than my current age. But he looks so small, could it be that I used an adult's gaze to judge this face?

I tried to look again, but it was pitch black inside the bed tent, and I couldn't see anything except his silhouette vaguely.

Changed the subject: "Your mother...... Has it always been so fierce? "Even though I lost my mind just now, the slap marks on my face are still there, and I have to weigh the unknown life in my husband's family in the future.

Ah Ping muttered something I didn't hear clearly, and when I asked him again, he yawned one after another, and didn't have time to answer me. In such a situation, I was too embarrassed to ask again, so I had to say, "If you are very sleepy, you might as well sleep." ”

He obediently closed his eyes, but the next moment he turned half sideways, and his hand touched my waist, and reached into my shirt, only to feel that the skin was burning, and he thought that he would not think again...... Want, right?

Accept? Refuse? I pondered it in my head, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that he didn't make any further movements, but his breath was close to the side of my face, very close to me. After a pause and hearing his breathing become even, my nerves gradually relaxed, my body stopped tensing, and the exhaustion that followed when I closed my eyes swept over my consciousness.

When I woke up, I saw the red tent top for the first time, and there was still a nightmare in my head, and I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, and when I came back to my senses, I turned my head and saw that Ah Ping woke up earlier than me, and he was sitting in the bed with his eyes down, his eyes were suspiciously stunned.

He didn't pull up his shirt last night, and at this time, although his middle coat was draped on his body, a large part of his chest was exposed, and then his hair was still messy, and the whole person looked full of naivety and ignorance.

I stood up with my hands propped up, and when I felt a chill on my bare shoulders, I immediately pulled up my middle coat to cover the inner pocket. Fortunately, Ah Ping didn't look around, and he still lowered his eyes sluggishly and didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, I opened the tent and went to the ground, the red dragon and phoenix wedding clothes on the silver hooks on both sides of the bedside were very eye-catching, but this dress could be worn at the wedding. Looking back at Ah Ping, remembering Widow Liu's explanation last night, he walked to the wardrobe in the corner of the house, opened the cabinet door, and saw several sets of men's robes stacked inside.

The outer robes are mainly plain blue and dark blue, and the different shades of the two colors seem a little contradictory, which may be the preference of Widow Liu.

I took the top plain blue cloth robe to the side of the bed and asked softly, "Ah Ping, do you know how to dress yourself?" He didn't move, he didn't look up, as if he hadn't heard me.

He sighed lightly, put his robe on the edge of the bed, leaned in on one knee, pulled the placket for him, and then grabbed his arm, and said, "Come, let's get out of bed." Finally this time he looked up at me, his dark eyes were very clear, and he followed my hand and got out of bed, but his legs hung down on the side of the bed and he didn't put on the white boots.

I had to bend down and half-kneel to put on boots for him, this life is no stranger, almost every day for five years I have been putting shoes and clothes for Xiaotong, but Xiaotong mostly wears cloth shoes, and his mother rarely makes boots for him.