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The quarrel between Xingchen and Ruan Mianmian attracted Fu Tingze and the old man.

At that time, Fu Ting was ruthlessly destroying flowers in Fu Qian's room, and the old man was drinking tea downstairs and heard the roar of the stars. Two groups of people gathered at the door of the study, and as soon as the old man saw Fu Tingze, he asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Fu Ting shook his head, stepped forward to help the old man, and said, "Grandpa, I'll carry you down to rest, and I'll just leave it to me to solve it with Softsoft." ”

The old man shook his head and rejected Fu Tingze's meaning.

"Xingchen, this kid, I don't worry." The old man said.

It is said that people will sense something when they are about to go, and the old man is flustered at this time, thinking about it, he is most at ease, or the stars.

This child's childhood has gone through many twists and turns, and even spent it in the cruelest side of human nature. The old man knew that the child was still unhappy.

Fu Ting frowned when he heard this, and at this time, the door of the study opened quickly, and Xingchen came out with red eyes and a red face while crying.

As far as the eye can see, it is so terrifying.

The old man felt a pain in his heart and shouted to Xingchen: "Sun Sun, you.."

A trace of struggle flashed in Xingchen's eyes, and finally he went back to the room with Mingyue in his arms, and it was Mingyue's room that he returned.

The old man looked at the somewhat flustered back of Xingchen leaving, his old eyes turned red, and then he sighed, and with Fu Tingze's support, he entered the study.

In the room, there seemed to be the smoke that had just been left, Ruan Mianmian sat on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand, looking a little decadent.

"Mianmian." The old man stood at the door of the study and shouted tremblingly.

Ruan Mianmian quickly wiped her tears, then blinked her eyes a few times, looked up at the old man, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, what's wrong?" ”

Tears can be wiped away, smiles can be revealed, but such a thick nasal voice can't be eliminated.

The old man smiled, this was probably the gentlest smile Ruan Mianmian had seen on the old man's face so far. But she couldn't be happy.

There was a faint rejection in her heart, she didn't like such a spiritless grandfather who didn't seem to be lethal.

"What are you crying about?" The old man asked with a smile.

Ruan Mianmian's nose was sour, and the sight in front of her was hazy again: "When children are adolescence, there is always a time to make their mother angry and cry." ”

"Hey, shouldn't you be angry with your child?" The old man smiled, his pale lips with a little blood.

Ruan Mianmian burst into tears and smiled, stepped forward to be the old man with Fu Tingze, and said, "It's nothing, no matter how bearish the adolescent children are, the mother has a way to clean them up." ”

Fu Ting, who was next to him, heard this, and glanced at Ruan Mianmian worriedly. Really, except for crying when my wife gave birth to Mingyue, how can I have time to cry my nose.

Xingchen, this stinky boy, looks like he's going to be beaten up too!

The old man didn't speak, and let his grandchildren and daughter-in-law help him to his room and lie on his bed.

Ruan Mianmian tucked his quilt, adjusted the brightness in the room, and checked the air humidifier, and finally said to the old man with confidence: "Grandpa, you can rest, the stars have me." ”

The old man's lips moved, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and held Ruan Mianmian's hand.

Looking at it, the old man's eyes turned red.

He said, "Stretch, stars... You should know that Xingchen is sick in the child's heart, and I hope you will educate him well and don't abandon him. ”

Ruan Mianmian's nose was sour, she glared at the old man with disgust, and said, "How could it be!" Even if everyone in the world rejects him, I won't. ”

Xingchen, but she swore in front of Gao Lei's tombstone that she would take care of the person who would die.

"Good, good, good.. If you say that, I'll be relieved..."The old man patted Ruan Mianmian's hand with peace of mind, and fell asleep as he spoke.

Looking at the old man's sleeping face with a smile, Ruan Mianmian's tears fell unexpectedly.

"Don't cry." Fu Tingze's big hand touched Ruan Mianmian's head, and the warm voice nourished her sad heart.

But the more she said this, the more Ruan Mianmian's tears couldn't be stopped. She grabbed Fu Tingze's big hand, buried her face in his palm, and held back her cry, wailing silently.

The eyes that flowed out of his sockets all flowed into Fu Tingze's thick palm, and the hot temperature made Fu Tingze's heart ache suddenly.

He took the weeping man into his arms and let her lean into his arms.

"Don't cry." There are no other words of consolation, just two simple words.

Ruan Mianmian hugged Fu Tingze's lean waist, buried her face in Fu Tingze's waist and abdomen, and a choked voice came from her clothes: "What if grandpa leaves us?" I can't bear to.. I can't bear it..."

Fu Ting's throat was slightly sluggish, he touched the back of Ruan Mianmian's head, looked at the old man sleeping peacefully on the bed, and said softly: "Soft, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the law of nature, we can't cry and send grandpa away." ”

"Send him away with a smile, and we'll be killed by lightning." Ruan Mianmian cried.

Fu Ting smiled slightly, with a hint of tears in his eyes.

...

Xingchen sent Mingyue to her room, put her on the edge of the bed, and wiped the tears from her little face.

"Don't cry, your face is spent." Xingchen said softly.

Mingyue shook her head, wrapped her hands around Xingchen's neck, and her glutinous voice was crying: "Xingchen, I was wrong, I shouldn't splash her, so that you won't quarrel with your mother." ”

When Xingchen heard this, his eyes flashed.

He touched Mingyue's back, patted it gently, and said, "It's not Mingyue's fault, I quarreled with Ruan Mianmian, it's a matter between the two of us, and it has nothing to do with Mingyue." ”

"But this incident started because of the bright moon." Mingyue raised her head and looked at him with red eyes and a small mouth.

Xingchen smiled slightly, his white hand gently wiped Mingyue's tears, he looked at Mingyue's delicate and soft little face, and what Ruan Mianmian said suddenly appeared in his mind.

Then, he asked, "Mingyue, do you hate me?" ”

Mingyue didn't seem to understand why Xingchen asked this question, but she still replied obediently: "I don't hate it." ”

"Will you leave me?" Xingchen asked again.

Mingyue shook her head and asked, "Xingchen, what's wrong with you?" Why is this question asked? ”

Xingchen touched Mingyue's little face, and his eyes were very complicated: "If one day, you find out that I hold you too tightly and make you breathless, will you hate me?" ”

Mingyue had red eyes, frowned, shook her head, and said, "No, Mingyue will tell you that you hugged me too tightly." ”

Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

It's a laugh of relief, but also a laugh of self-deprecation.

What's the use of asking a child who is only seven years old and doesn't understand anything?

"Xingchen, my mother said you were sick, why are you uncomfortable?" Mingyue looked at the stars with concern.

Xingchen shook his head, knelt down and held Mingyue in his arms, the smell of milk on the girl's body brushed away the mania in his heart.

Ruan Mianmian said that the moon was not his salvation, but only he knew that if there was someone in this world who could calm him down instantly, it would only be Mingyue.

Mingyue is his only one.

"As long as Mingyue doesn't hate me, even if Xingchen dies, he won't be uncomfortable." Xingchen Road.

"I don't want the stars to die, I want to be with the stars when I grow up." The bright moon glutinous children's voice, with great expectations.

Yes, they will be together, but there is a long way to go, and those who love each other must go through some hardships to know the true meaning of love.