Xiao Wudan: "......"

"Okay, okay, I'll sing, I'll sing it, don't cry!"

"I still want to cry, you let me cry for a while, woo woo woo ......"

Xiao Wudan: "......"

Touching his arms, there was no handkerchief, and he took out a sweat towel and stuffed it to her.

It was a very delicate sweat towel, whether it was the material or the embroidery, it was not something that ordinary people could have, let alone an ordinary singing boy could afford to use.

However, Xiuxiu was immersed in her emotions and couldn't extricate herself, so she didn't pay attention at all, and picked up her snot and tears with one hand.

Woowoo......

With a sweat towel to wipe away tears and snot, crying even more unscrupulously.

Xiao Wudan didn't speak anymore, just stood in front of her, watching her cry, watching her wipe her tears, press her nose, and wipe her eyes and nose red.

Xiuxiu cried for a while, the sadness dissipated a little, and the tears finally stopped a little.

Xiao Wudan leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Don't cry?" ”

"Well, I still feel like crying."

"Then don't cry, how about I teach you to sing?"

"Singing?"

"Yes, singing, come up, it's fun."

He reached out and grabbed her little arm and pulled her up.

Xiuxiu could only stuff the sweat towel into her arms and went on stage with him.

He picked up a singing red tassel gun from the side and threw it at her, "And then." ”

Xiuxiu took it, and suddenly became interested, carrying the red tassel gun in her hand for a few turns, and then she learned to sing as they looked, and walked a few steps sonorously.

Xiao Wudan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the moon and the stars, are very good-looking.

He paced over and said with a smile, "That's not how it turns, come, I'll call you." ”

With that, he stood behind her, grabbed her small hand with his big hand, and gently taught her a few spinning movements.

Xiuxiu tried it a few times, and it really looked much better, and while turning the red tassel gun in her hand, she looked back at him, and asked with an excited smile, "Is that so?" Is that so? ”

Completely forgot about the tears that had just been cried.

The fifteen-year-old girl, happy and sad, is still completely on her face, heartless, but also affectionate.

Pei Lang stood under the eaves of the porch, half of his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but the big hands under his sleeves were slightly clenched uncontrollably.

There is an emotion in the chest that is similar to anger, jealousy, dissatisfaction, anger, and other emotions that are intertwined, and it is almost bursting the chest.

He tried to rush up and cut off the man's groping, but his feet seemed to be pinned to the ground and he couldn't move.

Because even if he was angry and angry, he had to admit that the picture above was excellent, too good to be dazzling.

Golden boy and jade girl, talented and beautiful.

Like flowers, like water.

This is the life of a young apprentice.

Her youth should be like this, crying, making noise, and laughing with the same youthful little son......

Instead of following him worriedly, living a cautious, trembling life......

That's how she should be, living happily and vividly in the sun, instead of hiding in the house and helping him take care of a stranger who was completely strange to her......

He stood in the shadows, I don't know how long he looked at it, and finally closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a pair of peach blossom eyes were no longer the original amorous and amorous, flowing with a cold chill, turned around, and left here with his feet raised.