The little fist the size of the egg tightly squeezed the corner of Mo Qing's clothes and refused to let go, Mo Qing helplessly coaxed the child: "You rest obediently, sleep well, you can see your sister when you wake up from sleep, my sister can't run, my sister just goes to work, will I come back to see you during my lunch break?" ”

The child shook his head with red eyes, but stubbornly refused to let go, as if as soon as he let go, the person in front of him would never appear in front of him again like last time, then there would be no one to play with him, he didn't like to be alone, he was afraid.

"You're sick, you can't blow the wind, you can't follow your sister out, and you said that you are not allowed to stick to your sister, and you will pass the illness to your sister, you forgot!" Mo Qing looked at the little man and obediently let go of his hand when he heard this, looking aggrieved.

"Poof!" There was a laugh at the door, and Jing Mo, who was dressed in an ink-colored gown, stood at the door with a medicine bowl and looked at the Moqing girl, who could deal with countless difficult patients neatly and decisively, but she was helpless in the face of a small ball, and she couldn't help laughing.

Mo Qing turned his head to look at the person, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, "I said Lord Jingmo, you can still enjoy watching this play, do you have any ideas to help coax No, this little guy wants to cry again!" ”

Mo Qing pointed to the edema and dark circles under his lower eyelids, "Help, I haven't slept much all night, I have to go and see the situation in the ward today!" ”

Jingmo walked into the house and handed the soup bowl in his hand to Mo Qing.

Feeling the warm medicinal gas in the bowl through the porcelain bowl, Mo Qing was puzzled: "This is also what children want to drink?" Didn't you drink it once in the early hours of the morning? ”

"Calm the nerves and help sleep, this child is in good spirits, he didn't sleep much all night, and now he doesn't want to sleep, but it is not conducive to recuperation, and he is sleepy after drinking." Jingmo hugged her chest and signaled that he was here to help her.

Mo Qing sniffed it, it's okay, I guess what was added, there is no particularly bitter taste, and he turned to the child with a wicked smile.

The child watched Mo Qing approach with the medicine bowl, instinctively sensed the danger, and stopped sticking to Mo Qing, but shrank into the bed, pursed his mouth, and looked like I didn't drink!

If you don't drink it, then she'll go!

As soon as I saw that my sister was about to slip away, I felt that the abandoned child had a pout, and her eyes were red in panic, and the huge tears immediately filled up at the bottom of her eyes.

Jingmo was terrified, and ruthlessly pulled the person back and pushed it in front of the child.

Mo Qing, who was vigorously moved in one direction, almost knocked over the medicine bowl, one big and one small looked at each other, staring at each other with big eyes, numb, if this is the case, it is me who should cry.

Can't I cry?

When the child saw that his sister was back, the tears in his eyes said that he would accept it, and he applauded happily.

This kid has become a fine, a drama essence.

"Drink!" Mo Qing was also ruthless, and said: "If you drink this, my sister won't leave, and she will sing songs for you, how about it?" ”

The child nodded violently, and his still burning head was a mess, almost throwing him to the ground, and was pulled by Jingmo and Mo Qing at the same time.

Oh, mom, this kid, what's so stupid, hiss~ The medicinal soup sprinkled a little edge to the hand, and it was hot.

Jing Mo withdrew his hand casually, rubbing the fingers that touched Mo Qing's wrist unnaturally, and his ears quietly turned red.

Mo Qing, a straightforward Hanhan, was in a hurry to catch the child for a while, and then he only cared about his other hand being burned, and he didn't notice it at all.

Coaxed the child to drink, and the child blinked his eyes and drank it all, and it didn't look bitter at all.

Mo Qing was curious for a while, and wanted to try it with his fingers, but when he touched the mask, he slapped his hand on the door, I am not stupid, doing this stupid thing.

"Ge Ge." The child's bright eyes looked at her with a look of anticipation.

Okay, just sing it, and think about what songs are more suitable for hypnotizing celebrities to sleep.

Stuff the child into the quilt first, let him lie down, and lie down and listen to the song so that it is easy to fall asleep.

Mo Qing, who was about to sing, glanced at Jing Mo who was watching the play uncomfortably, "Ahem, what are you doing here, get out quickly!" ”

Jingmo raised his eyebrows, "Can't I listen?" ”

Mo Qing's face darkened, and he ruthlessly refused: "Can't!" ”

"So ugly?"

"If you want to take care of it, get out quickly!"

"Tsk, whatever you want, I'm busy too!" Jingmo shrugged, looking indifferent, and closed the door before going out.

When Mo Qing saw that the door was closed, he nodded the child's nose, smiled at him and said, "You~ Okay, I want to think about it...... Well...... Think about it, sing you hello, hello these two words are the most beautiful words in the world, I hope that today's you, tomorrow's you, someone will say hello to you! ”

The child leaked out of the bed, his eyes full of anticipation.

And the first words of this world remember

Is it a deviation from what I imagined?

Listen, there's always someone who cares

It's like a gentle kiss from the wind

or this or that ......"

There was a soft singing voice in the room, and Jing Mo, who pretended to leave, made a circle, and quickly ran from the front door to the other wall behind the house, which happened to be the position of the bed, and he found the side window where the sound came from, and ungracefully leaned on the gap by the window to eavesdrop.

"Let's go, hustle and bustle in the city

String together into a ballad

Let it settle in the bustle

The tears that have been shed don't matter

I'm slow, slowly, slowly

Waiting for you to come

Say hello softly......"

Mo Jing didn't know how to describe the melody of this kind of song, in his limited cognition, the song was more inclined to opera or poetry singing, and there was almost no such direct declarative dialogue singing, which made people unload all their defenses, and couldn't help but sway with their hearts, and relax with the beat.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he commented in his heart: "It's pretty good, well, it's not particularly good, it's a little bit good......"

The singing in the window was not clear enough through the doors and windows, and he couldn't help but open the window through a larger gap, and the sound was indeed clearer.

The voices inside poured out, singing about all kinds of encounters and partings in this world, Jingmo suddenly wanted to see the Moqing girl who sang like this, he thought so, and did so.

He opened the window carefully, leaned into his upper body and looked in, as he wished, he saw Mo Qing who was slightly leaning and tilting in the direction of the child, the green silk fell on his cheeks, one hand against the side of the bed and the side of the face, and the other hand gently patted the quilt on the child's body with the beat of the singing.

Such a person must be very suitable to be a mother, he couldn't help but think so.

"Courage always becomes more harmonious after a storm

It grows against the cold snap and still blooms

Behold, this destined age

There will always be thoughts that it is disobedient

Please let the smile fall on your cheeks

……”

The child slowly fell asleep to the soft song, the wind blew through the house, took away the song, and drifted into the sky, the rustle of the leaves, gently harmonizing with the ......