Love is in the heart, ready to move at any time.

For the sake of their studies, Mu Zhi and Lin Haimei both held back the love in their hearts, and they transformed this love into the power of learning.

A look at each other, a greeting, can feel love in it.

In the hearts of both of them, there is a sense of peace of mind. Warm and sure.

In the hallway, Mu Zhi was holding a basketball, his left foot was uncomfortable, and he was walking a little slowly.

"What's wrong? Mu Shuai. Guo Pang took the basketball in his hand and walked into the classroom.

"When I was playing just now, I accidentally wiped it. Not in the way, not serious. ”

Kinao's footsteps are uncoordinated.

"I've got a band-aid here, give!" Ning Ran took the band-aid, looking anxious.

She stood up and wanted to put it on the wood herself.

"No, thank you!" Wood went straight through the band-aid and sat down.

The skin on Mu Zhi's knees was scratched, revealing red and white flesh, but fortunately, the injury was not deep, but the pants were swept around, and it hurt.

"Mu Zhi, you have to disinfect this first. I've got a red potion here, rub it off. ”

Lin Haimei said, taking out a small bottle of red potion and an unopened pack of cotton swabs from the desk.

She tore open the cotton swab, dipped it in the red potion, and handed it to Mu Nao.

Although in her heart, I really want to paint it for the wood straight. But in this way, it is too explicit, and it is easy to cause coaxing from classmates, which is not appropriate.

Mu Zhi was a little surprised, and thought, "Your medicine is too suitable." ”

He took the cotton swab and glanced at Lin Haimei with eyes full of love, "Thank you!" ”

He took the swab and applied it himself. The pain at the touch made him frown.

She looked at Mu Zhi in distress, and complained, "Why are you so careless?" ”

This sentence, like a small pebble, splashed the gentle splash in Mu Zhi's heart, gently rippling.

In his heart, the warm current spreads, making him forget the pain, his brow stretched, and his face is smiling.

"The Mo master is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world."

Ning Ran looked at Mu Zhi's smile from the side, and blushed again.

Coupled with the identity of Mu Zhi, who only she knows, he is handsome and golden, which makes her feel that it is worth it even if she chases back.

"It's better to put a band-aid on it after rubbing the red potion."

Ning Ran anxiously instructed Mu Zhi.

"Okay, thank you!" Mu Nao put away his smile and replied.

He tore open the band-aid and gently pressed it against the wound.

Lin Haimei knew that Mu Zhi's smile was temporary. Without my mother, without my mother's strong maternal love, my heart is like losing my backbone and stability.

She was thinking about how to get Ki Nao through this difficulty, "Devoting more energy to learning is also a way to relieve sadness."

I believe that your mother is still watching over you.

Turn grief into strength, and strive to comfort my mother's soul in heaven with better results.

Cry if you want to, don't hold it in your heart. In a corner where no one is around, cry out with joy.

You are a man who stands up to the sky, and you have to take over the baton of your mother's care of the family, especially emotionally comforting them. Because everybody is in pain.

You want to become a pistachio, hide your tears in your heart, and use your smile to make your family feel the warmth of your mother when she was alive.

At the end of class, when Mu Zhi saw Lin Haimei's comforting words sandwiched in the math materials, he was teary-eyed because she could understand him so deeply.

Mu Zhi looked at the vacant seat of Lin Haimei in the front row, and sighed in his heart, "You are so beautiful, I will definitely give you a bright future." ”

He wiped his eyes and wrote a poem.

Promise the future

The eyebrows and eyes are deeply tender, and the words are sincere.

In the previous life, he cultivated for a thousand years, and in this life, he is called a good person.

In Mu Zhi's heart, Lin Haimei is the only person he has decided to protect with his life.

Guardianship cannot be an empty phrase, "I want to bring a rainbow to your future, not a storm." ”

The power of this sentence made Mu Zhi's heart even more energetic.

His brow grew more determined.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Kizhi clearly felt the sadness of his home.

Dad Mu Linsen was busy in the kitchen, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine permeated the living room.

Grandpa sat on a black leather sofa with his head resting and his eyes closed. His face, under the illumination of the light, was pale and covered with a layer of warmth.

"I'm back."

Dad and Grandpa answered at the same time.

Grandpa stood up, walked over to Kino, and took the stack of books in his hand.

Dad came out of the kitchen, his face still full of sadness. Eyes reddish from lack of sleep.

"Dad, who is the happy soup for whom?"

There was a palpable cheerfulness in Kinao's voice, like his mother's voice. Because his mother is also a cheerful person, with his mother around, there is constant laughter at home.

Mu Zhi's cheerfulness shook his father's heart, as if he had touched a happy switch. He's in a better mood, too.

"Immortal soup for your grandfather."

Mu Linsen took over his son Mu Zhi's cheerfulness, and he wanted his father to be happy too.

When Mu Youshui heard his son Mu Linsen say the words "immortality", his heart was full of desire to survive.

Holding the book, he walked quickly into the wooden bedroom.

He put the book on Mu Zhi's desk, turned around and hugged Mu Zhi, who was still carrying his school bag.

"Crooked, it's okay, I'm here with your father."

Mu Nao also hugged his grandfather hard, "Grandpa, you are not allowed to be fine." Don't worry, my dad and I are here. ”

"We must live well." Mu Zhi added.

"Dad, drink happy soup!"

Mu Linsen shouted in the kitchen.

In a less gentle atmosphere, the three men each held back their grief, squeezed out a smile, and cheered for their loved ones.

On an early summer night, the moon shines on the windowsill and falls on the notebook. Mu Zhi seemed to see his mother tidying up the desk again, and when he rubbed his eyes, his mother's figure became the brightest star in the sky again.

Mu Zhi tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep. His mother's ever-present presence suffocated him. Tears from the corners of his eyes flooded out of his sockets and fell into his collar.

"Turn grief into strength." Mu Zhi remembered Lin Haimei's words.

"Turn tears of pain into bitter smiles." Ki Nao touched his stiff, upturned lips.

The night breeze from the window, accompanied by Mu Zhi's busy exercises, he occasionally looked up and saw the brightest star in the night sky.

"That's like a mother's eyes!"

Mu Zhi seems to feel the long-lost maternal love again.

But he didn't stop writing, and sometimes had to read out the sound to resist the constant tiredness.

As the night sky grew noisy, he yawned incessantly, and Kazui lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! "There was a quick knock on the door.

"Crooked, get up, it's almost half past seven!" Grandpa Mu Youshui shouted loudly outside the door.

Mu Zhigulu rolled over and stood up, "Grandpa! Get up! ”

On the dining table, the chili shredded pork noodles cooked by grandpa are bubbling with the aroma of sauce and meat.

"Crooked, what do you want to eat? I'm going to buy it. ”

Grandpa Mu Youshui said a sentence that his mother often asked.

"Whatever, grandpa, it's all right."

Kinao is no longer picky about food. His eyes were wet again, and he had to take care of himself for his grandfather at such an age.

To hide his embarrassment, he went into the kitchen and added vinegar to the bowl.