The Cave House Lost Favor Chapter 205 Lost Memory

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Finally planted all the seedlings in her hand, the woman ran to the window lightly, and Song Sheng reached out and smoothed the sweaty wisp of crumble.

"Don't worry, go wash your hands, wait for dinner."

Mo Chou took his hand, pointed to the small row of orchids he had just planted, and asked, "Sheng, is this okay?" ”

"Hmm." In the faint smile in her eyes, there was only the attention and gaze that only she had.

"When will it bloom? Do you want two or three months? ”

"Yes. Go wash your hands and see your hands are dirty, all mud. The words were full of reproach, but the hand that was held did not be withdrawn, but was gently held by the woman.

His eyes flowed, Mo Chou let go, but scraped his cheeks with his muddy fingers with lightning speed. With a flash of vision, I instinctively wanted to dodge sideways, but when I saw her teasing eyes, she just let her smear the mud on her cheeks very successfully.

She smirked and jumped away, clapping her hands and grimacing. And he looked at her, just shook his head slowly: "Bad girl." ”

Mo Chou snorted, patted the mud on his hands, and turned around and walked towards the door of the main house. As he walked, he asked, "What's delicious tonight?" ”

"I asked Mama Chen to make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs." Leaning lightly against the wall next to the window, his eyes were still reluctant to leave the delicate figure.

Recalling that night, when he heard that Wei Youlan had an accident, he sent additional people to search for him at the bottom of the mountain, and finally found Wei Youlan who was dying at the foot of the mountain.

Mo Chou, I only hope that you can forget all your grudges and stay by my side.

And when will you understand the meaning of this name?

When I walked to the outhouse, I saw that Mo Chou was already sitting at the table. When Mo Chou saw Song Sheng sitting down, he picked up his chopsticks and began to pick up the rice, his eyes wandering between the dishes on the table. Song Sheng took a chopstick fish and put it in her bowl.

"Eating more fish is good for your health." Song Sheng looked at the dishes on the table, and suddenly said, "Why don't you eat salted duck eggs today?" ”

Mo Chou was chewing the rice, and he snorted, almost not spitting out all the rice grains in his mouth. Song Sheng was indifferent, and he didn't have any other reaction. Yesterday, Mo Chou wanted to eat salted duck eggs, so Song Sheng asked Chen's mother to buy a few and came back, but later Chen's mother may have forgotten about it and served it on the table without cooking. Mo Chou was about to knock it when he picked it up, and he warned him at the time that he would cook it.

Mo Chou said at the time: "It's okay, it's the same if you eat it cold." ”

Then the consequences can be imagined tragic, a knock splashed Mo Chou's egg white egg yolk.

"You didn't say it was raw." Mo Chou glared at Song Sheng angrily.

And he could only reply to her with an innocent face: "I said I wanted to cook it." ”

Mo Chou wanted to go over and pinch his neck: "I thought it was cooked, who knew what you meant by cooking it was ...... directly"

"Boil...... Does it mean so much? ”

Mo Chou groaned secretly, stretched out his fingers to Song Sheng's neck, and really tried to pinch it with a little force, but was dodged by a clever dodge.

Staring at Mo Chou's fishy hand with some disgust, Song Sheng looked at Mo Chou very warringly, which meant that if he took a step forward, he would definitely fight back. But is she so easy to fight?

As a result, I knew it with my toes, but Mo Chou didn't get a bargain, a plate of salted duck eggs was sacrificed heroically in the "battle", and the two of them went back to their rooms to take a bath.

And he still dares to mention it now?

"Why are you tired of eating?" He squinted at her, a little innocent, a little narrow.

"It's good to eat fish." Mo Chou's hand had gone to get the plate containing the fish.

"Today I asked Chen's mother to clean your room well, and the bath bucket for the current bath is leaking, and it is estimated that the new one will be bought back tomorrow."

Mo Chou glared at Song Sheng, as if he was looking at a monster, whether he was a man or not, he even paid attention to this kind of thing. "It's okay, I can go to your room and wash it." As soon as he finished speaking, he bit his tongue, very ambiguous, but this feeling is very familiar, but it is repulsive. He was good to her, she knew, his closeness to her was obvious, but there was some vague resistance in her heart, although it was vague, but she knew it clearly.

The hand subconsciously put down the plate, and she suddenly felt embarrassed by this ambiguity.

Slightly disappointed in his heart, he liked her picking, but she always turned around suddenly when she approached, although there was no previous memory, but she was still defensive of him in her bones, and the guardiness of her heart made him only look at her quietly outside her door, but he couldn't reach out and push the door in, touching her heart.

The fingers picked up the chopsticks again, but the atmosphere at the dinner table was a little depressing, and both of them knew each other's thoughts, but neither could take a step forward. Suddenly, I didn't know the taste of food, like chewing wax.

Finally finished eating, Song Sheng pushed away the chair and stood up first, and then Mo Chou also stood up.

"Back to the room?"

"Hmm." She hung her head away from him, but he remained intently staring.

What a blessing it would be if she could no longer escape his gaze.

"You're going back to your room to read?"

"Well, nothing. Look at those travelogues, the steppes of Mongolia are very beautiful, the roasted whole sheep in the Western Regions are also good, and the ...... of Miaojiang are good."

"Want to play?"

Mo Chou raised his head, "You ......" He seemed to be very busy with the things at hand, I heard Chen's mother say that he had business in the three countries of the Central Plains, and he usually only came over once in ten days and half a month, and occasionally stayed with her for a day or two, now why did he suddenly say that he wanted to take her out to play?

"I've been idle lately, if you want to go, we'll go. Go see the prairie, eat roasted whole sheep or something, and don't just look at plums to quench your thirst. You've been bored here for a long time, so it's better to go out for a walk. ”

"Really?"

"Hmm." With a warm smile, Song Sheng nodded lightly.

He took two steps forward into the room and closed the door with his backhand. Walking to the bed, Song Sheng threw his body on the bed, clasped his hands behind his head, and thought secretly.

It may not be a good thing to go out for a while, or simply transfer Mo Chou out. Recently, the war has been tight, Song Yu is pressing forward step by step, and he is getting closer and closer to the capital, and I am afraid that this Tianyou Mountain will not be able to be saved. At present, the DPRK and China have become a pot of porridge, and it stands to reason that he should not leave the capital, but he is not at ease. Song Yu rebelled, but at the same time, he kept sending more people to find Wei Youlan's whereabouts, and Wei Youlan was the last trump card in his hand, and he must not let Song Yu find it easily.

sighed, took out a copy of the "Flower Sutra" under the pillow and flipped through it carefully. Mo Chou is actually very lazy, obviously likes orchids, but he doesn't want to read this kind of book, and he opens his mouth to ask him if he has any questions, so when she reads those travelogues leisurely, he only works hard to make up for the knowledge of these flowers and plants.

It turns out that raising flowers is not an easy task.

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