Chapter 027 is up to me

"Big sister, is there a big brother living in this courtyard?"

Nuan Yang was shopping for vegetables with the vendor, and the little girl sitting under the tree suddenly ran over, grabbed the corner of Nuan Yang's clothes, and asked timidly. (~Net)

Nuan Yang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up at the vendor, who was also waiting for her answer, but when she saw her, she suddenly twisted her face away, and her ears turned red.

Nuan Yang laughed sullenly for a while, and then tried to make his voice sweet, and said to the little girl: "Yes, ***, there is a big brother living in it, but if you call him brother, you should call me sister-in-law; If you call me sister, you should call him brother-in-law. This can't be messed up. ”

"Oh," she said she couldn't mess up, but the little girl was already messed up, and after thinking for a while to figure it out, she smiled happily, "Okay, sister-in-law, I want to go in and play with my big brother, okay?" ”

"Would your mother be willing?" Nuan Yang doesn't like children to play in his own house, but he is afraid that the child will be naughty, and he won't pay attention to it at a glance, and if something happens to the child, it will be difficult to explain it to other people's parents.

"Yes, yes!" The little girl was so excited that she jumped high, "I have been playing in these few houses since I saw Tian'er, and I have never been to your house." ”

"Hmm......" Nuan Yang was a little embarrassed, but he had to quickly buy the vegetables, pull the little girl into the door, only to keep an extra eye, and leave the gate open, so that the neighbors who come and go can see the situation in the courtyard, and the vendor hesitated outside the gate for a while, and finally pushed the car and left.

Mo Ming probably heard the little girl's cheers, walked out of the house, and when he saw that it was her, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Why are you?" ”

"Big brother," the little girl ran up to Mo Ming alive, took out another orange from her pocket like a trick, and held it high to Mo Ming like a treasure, "Did you eat that orange last time?" My mother bought it again, I like you, and I'm going to give you another one! ”

Nuan Yang glanced at Mo Ming in surprise, Mo Ming was very embarrassed, and repeatedly excused himself, only saying that his teeth did not dare to eat oranges, and if he ate them, he would be sour, so he could only drink soup, and the little girl sympathetically put the orange back in her pocket.

"***, can you fit two oranges in your pocket?" Nuan Yang glanced at Mo Ming obliquely, and stepped forward as if unintentionally asked.

"No," the little girl shook her head firmly, "you see, my mother has only sewed me a pocket here, and it can only hold an orange; If I sew one on the left and one on the left, I would be able to fit two oranges. ”

Mo Ming saw Nuan Yang's gaze thrown at him, and immediately lowered his head as if he had done something wrong, but the little girl turned her head and forgot what Nuan Yang had asked her, and talked to Mo Ming on Twitter.

The little girl had lunch at Nuanyang's house before leaving, and it was her mother who called her at the door that she was reluctant to leave.

Mo Ming wanted to explain to Nuan Yang after the little girl left, but when he saw that she seemed to have forgotten what had just happened, and just concentrated on cleaning up the things on the table, he felt that he seemed to be a little overly careful, making a big fuss, so he quieted down and stopped talking.

Nuan Yang's heart couldn't be quiet anymore.

Women are like this sometimes, even if their hearts are as hard as iron, they will be moved by small details, just like Ji Ping did when he ...... No, no, why did I think of him again? How could he speak the same day as Mo Ming? Ji Ping is a cloud floating in the sky, although romantic and amorous, it is unpredictable; Mo Ming is the soil sunk under his feet, wooden and silent, but down-to-earth and intimate, and is the support of a generation.

The only thing that bothers people is that Mo Ming is so deadly and twisted, once the heart belongs, is there any extra space left in the heart for himself?

Nuan Yang thought about it for a day and hesitated, lying on the bed at night tossing and turning, finally fell asleep, and dreamed that Ji Ping walked towards him with a smile, Mo Ming rushed in to save himself, but he was covered in injuries and walked with difficulty...... She woke up from her sleep, and she couldn't sleep anymore, and the bits and pieces of Mo Ming appeared in her mind, laughing when she was good, scolding when she was bad, and the green roof kept quietly watching her there for a while, laughing for a while, I don't understand what kind of wind this woman smoked today.

On the second day, Nuan Yang still had a hard time making a decision, and finally came up with a "good way" - throwing copper coins, the words facing up, and trying his best to pocket this man; The pattern is facing up, just think that I have a spring ~ dream, and after arriving at Heilan, I will break up with this dead-eyed man.

She thought it was good, but when she threw the copper coin into the air, she couldn't help but silently recite it in her heart: words! Word! Word!!

At this moment, she suddenly understood what she wanted - no matter who the person he liked in the past was, now, the two of them were alone, why should they give him away?

Before she finished thinking about it, the copper coin jumped and fell on the table, Nuan Yang was afraid that this copper coin that could buy a radish would roll off and disappear, so she hurriedly reached out to cover it, and then showed her hand to see that it was a pattern!

Nuan Yang was lost for a while, and then stubbornly picked up the copper coin, put it back into the money bag with an unintentional face, and sneered: "My life is up to me, let alone a copper coin?!" ”

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There are two plates of steaming dumplings on the kang table, this is Nuan Yang's specialty, and it is also Mo Ming's favorite food, he ate most of it as usual, looked up and said to Nuan Yang with a smile: "You have made countless delicacies, this dumpling is the best." For Mo Ming, it is already the biggest compliment.

Nuan Yang smiled proudly: "You don't know, someone used to call me 'Dumpling Control' because the dumplings I made were delicious." "What dumpling control is made up by Nuan Yang himself, intended to lead to the following topic.

Mo Ming really planned, looked at Nuan Yang in surprise, and then asked ignorantly: "...... Control? What do you mean? ”

This is Heilan's native language, which means liking. For example, dumpling control is to like dumplings; Flower control, that is, like flowers; Like the third uncle Mo Yan, it can probably be called 'martial arts control'. ”

Mo Ming took a closer look, raised his lips and smiled: "Okay, your 'dumpling control' is more pleasing than his 'martial arts control'." ”

"Really?" Nuan Yang smiled very happily, but Mo Ming seemed to suddenly realize something, and reached out to clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table: "I'll clean it up." ”

Who has ever seen the powerful General Anguo clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the battlefield? Nuan Yang was secretly proud in his heart for two seconds, and sighed helplessly: "Actually, who wants to control dumplings?" I'm not a dumpling control. ”

"What's that?" Mo Ming lost interest for some reason, and asked a little reluctantly.

"I'm a hero. I have had one since I was a child, that is, when I grew up, there was a hero who rode the colorful auspicious clouds to marry me...... Unfortunately, I guessed the beginning, but I didn't guess the ending. ”

Mo Ming's movements in his hand froze, and he paused for a while before saying: "You are just her stand-in, and now that she is gone, everything about her has nothing to do with you - you don't have a beginning, and you don't have an ending." Having said that, Mo Ming's movements on his hands slowed down significantly, as if he was seriously waiting for Nuan Yang's answer.

Nuan Yang blinked mischievously, leaned forward slightly, approached Mo Ming across the kang table and asked, "You are the hero?" I want to control you, I don't know if I can control it? ”

Mo Ming's face remained unchanged, but his movements became slower and slower, and he was quiet for a long time before he suddenly smiled: "Your martial arts are not good, you still need to practice diligently, when you can control the third brother, it will not be too late to control me again." After saying that, he went out of the house with the dishes and chopsticks.

Meow, is this something that a piece of wood can say? Do you say he's a real wood, or a fake one?

After experiencing this refusal, Nuan Yang was no longer in a hurry to express her position, but she was swaying in front of him every day, and she would sit and chat with him in the courtyard when she was fine, even if Mo Ming just sat quietly and didn't speak, she wouldn't care - she still remembered what Xiangxiang said a few days before he died, "Lang's heart is like iron, it's a piece of iron, and it can also be warmed, right?" ”

Although Xiangxiang has never covered the heat, he has an excellent advantage over Xiangxiang, that is, this body belongs to Princess Hailan, and Mo Ming may put some good things about Princess Hailan on himself.

For this, Nuan Yang didn't feel anything wrong at this moment, or rather, she didn't feel jealous - she wanted Mo Ming to be her husband and love herself, as for why he loved him, whether he loved herself or Princess Hailan, she didn't care much.

Perhaps, because Nuan Yang has no love for Mo Ming, he is just looking for someone to live?

At least for now.

——*——*——

The vegetable vendor hadn't come to the alley for days.

The food in Nuanyang's house has been eaten, and there is still no shadow of the hawker, and when I saw the mother of the little girl next door, I asked a few words, only to know that the vendor accidentally contracted the wind, and I am afraid that I will not be able to come again for half a month.

"Sister-in-law Li, don't worry," because Nuan Yang has always said to the outside world that she is a relative of Li Yi, also surnamed Li, and the neighbors here call her Sister-in-law Li, "There is a small vegetable market on Youcheng Street, and the dishes there are also good, why don't you go there and take a look?" ”

Nuan Yang had no choice, he wanted to go into the house and talk to Mo Ming, but when he came out, he saw him drawing something on the ground with a charcoal pencil, which looked like a map or something, knowing that he was thinking about Hailan again, and thought to himself, anyway, Youcheng Street is not far away, and he will be able to come back in a while, so he will go and disturb him.

The small vegetable market is indeed not too far away, and the dishes are much richer than the vendors on the street, Nuan Yang unconsciously turned around for a while, in order to nourish Mo Ming's body, he also made an exception to buy an extra fish, and wanted to make a fish soup tofu for Mo Ming after returning home.

She returned home happily, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Mo Ming standing at the door with a cold face, and muttered a little in her heart, joking tentatively: "What's the matter?" ”

Mo Ming looked at the warm sun for a long time, and when he saw that she was doing well, he said in a deep voice: "Next time I go to the small vegetable market, tell me that I am not allowed to go by myself." With that, he turned around and walked back.

"Worried about me?" Nuan Yang didn't feel angry, but was very happy, ran to Mo Ming's side in a few steps, lifted the fish and shook it in front of his eyes, "I'll make you fish soup and tofu tonight, make sure you like it." ”

Mo Ming saw that Nuan Yang's face was happy, and the coldness on his face unconsciously softened a lot, and only after a while did he sigh softly, and said in a soft voice: "My injury is much better, let's go on the road tomorrow." After speaking, he reached out and took all the things in Nuan Yang's hand, turned around and walked into the house.

Nuan Yang is very strange: what happened to him today? Did something just happen?