"Chen'er, you're six years old, today is your first day of elementary school, come, where do we measure?"

A cool and handsome little boy with an expressionless face stood behind the kapok tree with a reluctant face, letting a gentle woman fiddle with it.

"Ah, it's 120 centimeters, Chen'er will definitely be a tall and straight beautiful man when she grows up, let's leave a mark, but we can't draw too deep, this will hurt the kapok tree......"

The woman's voice doesn't seem to have changed much over the decades, it's always so soft and comfortable that it makes people feel like a spring breeze.

After a few years, when the boy was ten years old, he was unwilling to do such a childish thing again, so there were only four shallow traces on the kapok tree.

The past is like smoke, the white horse flies, and it is decades in the blink of an eye, Mu Jinchen doesn't know how old others start to remember, and he remembers almost everything that happened since he was five or six years old, including, the man he saw by accident, his sister quarreled with his father, and his sister's nights when she secretly wiped her tears in front of the dim wall lamp...... Many, many, he remembers it clearly.

His current ability could have found out many things, but he has done nothing, he has been conscientiously doing his best, fighting in the deceitful shopping mall with the most sophisticated attitude, but he looks coldly at this flashy world, free from the red dust.

It wasn't until Jing Wushuang appeared that he had a little idea of being a simple and happy ordinary man, so he was even more reluctant to touch those things, let alone look into them.

Thinking like this, I unconsciously entered the villa, looked around the first floor, and saw no trace of the two women.

There was a whisper of warmth from upstairs, and he walked towards the staircase.

"Sister, you see that he has loved to keep a straight face since he was a child, and his temperament has been so cold since he was a child, like a little adult."

"Yes, he didn't like to talk since he was a child, and he didn't have many expressions, and I was worried that he wouldn't be underdeveloped when he was a child."

"Then you're working hard with him, aren't you?"

"It's not, he's much easier to bring than Hao'er, it's just an angel baby, I don't have to worry about it much, Hao'er is just making trouble, it's just a demon king of the mixed world."

Mu Zhilan and Jing Wushuang smiled warmly and flipped through someone's childhood photos, and for a while, there was a strong warmth in the simple and cold suite.

Mu Jinchen's footsteps stopped at the door, and he saw two women with similar temperament holding a photo album next to each other, and their equally demure and beautiful faces were filled with a warm smile, such warmth reached the bottom of Mu Jinchen's heart, and then passed to the limbs and bones, this is probably the feeling of happiness, the corners of the man's lips unexpectedly rose up, and he stepped in.

"When two beautiful and generous ladies are discussing someone in my room, shouldn't they care if the person is there?"

The two beautiful and generous ladies raised their heads in unison, and it was the protagonist of their discussion that caught their eyes.

"Why are you here?"

When the little woman saw him coming, her surprised look with crooked eyebrows and eyes clearly pleased him.

Dingding looked at her and asked rhetorically, "I can't come to my own room yet?" ”

"Chen'er can't trust her sister, don't worry about Wushuang, or is she reluctant to be separated for a while?"

Thinking that Mu Jinchen couldn't wait to follow, Mu Zhilan smiled at the corner of her mouth and said jokingly.

"Nothing."

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