"But then again, Guo Xiaozi has indeed reached the age of starting a family, and when I am as old as him, the child can walk."

The stall owner wrapped the chestnuts with a smile, Wen Xien gave the money, took the chestnuts, and looked back again.

From his point of view, the woman and Guo Zhenfei were very close, and when she looked up at Guo Zhenfei, her eyes were full of him.

The two didn't know what they were talking about, so Wen Xien saw the woman's mouth open and closed, and her two eyes looked directly at Guo Zhenfei.

Wen Xien didn't look any further, turned and left.

Guo Zhenfei seemed to feel something, turned his head to look over, but only saw a busy crowd of people, he looked around, all unfamiliar faces.

Zhou Wenying took a wad of vegetables and just wanted to ask Guo Zhenfei, but she saw that he was looking away, and she also looked around suspiciously, but didn't see anything.

"Brother Guo, are you looking for someone?"

Guo Zhenfei retracted his gaze, his cold and hard jaw was slightly tight, there was a deep shadow under the thick black eyebrows, his tall nose and tight thin lips outlined a rigorous arc, he shook his head and did not speak.

But Zhou Wenying didn't care about Guo Zhenfei's indifference and silence, because she was used to it, thinking that this was Guo Zhenfei's character, so she didn't care too much, so she asked: "Brother Guo, do you like to eat this dish?" ”

Guo Zhenfei glanced at it, nodded dispensably, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and looked a little absent-minded.

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The weather has been very good these days, and the Spring Festival is coming soon, Wen Xien has been very busy recently, she used to live alone, and there was no sense of ceremony, but now it is different, and now there is a child by her side, and there should be no less things.

The little rabbit is nesting on the grass to eat grass, this is the last time the child caught, too small, there are not a few taels of meat, even plugging the teeth is not enough, so it is raised for the child to play.

Wen Xien took the futon out to dry, the child took the pillow, and brought a wooden stool out, and put the pillow on the wooden stool to dry.

The snow on the ground melted and mixed with the dirt.

Wen Xien was about to clean the dilapidated house, and the child followed behind the ass to help, wiping down the dilapidated furniture and moving it out to dry.

After the two of them were tired and sweaty, Wen Xien boiled a pot of hot water and helped the child take a bath first.

The child grabbed his clothes and refused to go in.

He said, "I wash it myself." ”

Wen Xien disagrees, how can a five-year-old kid take a bath? Even if you can wash it, you can't wash it clean, and Wen Xien is afraid that if the child washes it by himself, what if he doesn't pay attention to it and catches a cold?

The child blushed, grabbed his clothes, and refused to take them off no matter how much Wen Xien coaxed him.

Wen Xien was afraid that the water would be cold, so he kept his face and said, "If Xiaohua doesn't come in again, don't sleep with me, I won't blow you when your hands are itchy at night, and I won't take you out to play in the future." ”

These words are threatening disobedient children.

I don't know how many years the 'child' has lived has lost most of the blood on his face, he likes to sleep with this person, and he also likes to be blown by her like a baby.

Miao Hua unwillingly observed Wen Xien's expression, and saw that she was very serious, and she didn't mean to joke at all, so she had to take off her clothes unwillingly.

The weather was cold, Wen Xien didn't often bathe the child, he was afraid of freezing, but simply wiped his body for him, every time he wiped his body, the child would twist around, but he would toss, and Wen Xien was out of breath every time he wiped it.

The child took off his shoes, stripped off his cotton clothes again, loosened and tightened his grip on the waistband of his trousers, and carefully untied the pestle with a look of embarrassment for a while.

Wen Xien looked really funny, "Xiaohua, hurry up, the water is almost cold." ”

He climbed into the barrel with his hands and feet, and turned his back.

The child's thin body has many scars of different sizes, large and small, and the back is the most numerous, thin and long, criss-crossed, perhaps left by wandering outside.

Wen Xien stared at it for a few seconds, wiped it with a cloth towel, and "Reach out." ”

The child obediently put his hand on the outside of the barrel, his hand was itchy, and he couldn't scratch it if he wanted to.

The skin on the surface of the chilblains on the child's hands is ulcerated, so it should not be soaked in hot water, otherwise it is easy to cause secondary bacterial infection of the wound site.

Every day, Wen Xien would wipe the skin around the chilblains with warm water, clean the chilblain wounds with salt water, and then apply the ointment, but it still didn't work.

This made Wen Xien very puzzled, so every time he suspected that the child was secretly playing with cold water behind her back, otherwise why would it get more and more serious?

The child stared at his ugly hands, and did not have any disgust, but was still very happy, and was inexplicably a little crazy.

"Raise your neck a little higher."

Miao Hua tilted his neck vigorously to make it easier for Wen Xien to wipe, and grabbed the edge of the barrel with both hands.

Wen Xien rubbed it with a towel and rubbed it with a little strength, rubbing out a pile of mud, the water became muddy, this kid was really dirty, and he definitely couldn't wash it clean.

"Arm up."

The child obediently lifted up, Wen Xien wiped it again, the child probably felt very itchy, and was shaking vigorously, Wen Xien looked up at the child's face distorted, like a smile but not like a smile.

Wen Xien looked at the fun, unconsciously pulled the corners of his lips, and grabbed the little arm that was moving with one hand. The thigh was patted lightly and heavily, "Don't move, it's hard for me to wash it, it's really a little dirty cat." ”

The child hung his head, his ears were red, and he was stumbling, "...... Itchy. ”

Wen Xien smiled: "Smile when it's itchy, why do you look like crying?" ”

To be honest, Wen Xien has never seen a child smile after getting along with the child for so long, and he has always had a straight and immature face, as if someone else owes him money.

Wen Xien wanted to make the child laugh, and always gently scratched his armpits, but the child just didn't laugh, but his expression was a little hideous, which made Wen Xien feel a little funny.

After rubbing the child's body, the child held back a face and covered his lower body, looking at Wen Xien vigilantly, very vigilant.

Wen Xien was helpless, so he washed the child just now, who would have thought that the child's reaction would be so intense, so young, and his face would be so thin, so cute.

After wiping the water on his body with the struggling child, he touched him by the way, and said something really cute.

The child's face slammed, all red, and his breathing became short, obviously not lightly.

Wen Xien laughed out loud without giving face, while dressing the child.

After taking a bath, the water in the barrel was almost dark, and the child's body was much whiter, smoked by the hot water, revealing a clean flush, he raised his arm to wipe the water on his face, and hurriedly went out with his dirty clothes, as if he was afraid that Wen Xien would do something strange again.

(End of chapter)