"Sister, drink tea!"

Breathing was close at hand, Helan's voice suddenly sounded behind them, as if he had been lightly pricked by a needle, Weaving Dream was startled and hurriedly stepped back, her cheeks flushed.

The soft heart is broken, and the face is red.

Zhu'an took two steps back, lowered his head, and covered his face in annoyance, what was he doing...... What about the self-control he prides himself on?

Why can't a pair of eyes on the weaving dream can't help but want to kiss......

didn't notice the atmosphere between the two people at all, Helan held two cups of hot tea with a tray in her hand, steaming white, her immature face was exceptionally docile in the drifting heat, Hezhou followed closely behind her, dragging the corner of her sister's clothes, tilting her head and leaning out half of her body from behind Helan.

Both children looked elated, their cheeks flushed, and they looked at Weaving Dream a little nervously and a little expectantly.

For small children, it is always easy to be happy.

At this time, it is a small thing to be happy to let Weaving Dream drink the tea they served.

Weaving Dream glanced at Zhu'an quickly, secretly rubbed his cheeks, so as to dispel the heat, and took the tea brought by Helan as naturally as possible, and said with a smile: "Thank you so much." ”

Although they listened carefully, there was still a hint of tremor in their voices, but the two children did not notice it at all, and still looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would take a sip of tea.

Weaving dreams did not hesitate, blew the tea warm, took a sip of the cup, bloomed a gentle smile, and expressed gratitude to the two children again.

"It's really a very nice tea, fragrant and sweet in the mouth, thank you for your hospitality. ”

The simple words made the two children's hearts flutter, Helan turned her head and handed another cup of tea to Zhu'an, hoping that he would also drink it.

Zhu'an stretched out his hand to take it, tasted a cup of tea, hesitated for a moment, met the eyes of the two children, and smiled and thanked him.

Getting the affirmation of the two people is tantamount to the best compliment, and the two children hugged each other happily and jumped up, and couldn't help but cheer a little.

Zhu'an glanced at Weaving Dream quietly, her smile was gentle and kind, not unnatural at all, and she was sincerely thanking.

What a delicate girl.

In fact, the taste of the tea is a little bitter and astringent.

I've been together for a long time.,I'm familiar with her habits.,Weaving dreams usually eat snacks.,All kinds of food will want to try one or two.,It seems that there are a wide range of hobbies.,In fact, the mouth is very tricky.,She will never touch anything with bad taste a second time.。

But she smiled and took another sip of her teacup.

Weaving dreams does not show the gentleness of the mountains and waters, and it will not make people feel uncomfortable at all.

The quality of these teas, objectively speaking, is by no means a high-quality tea, even medium is barely strong, but it is the best thing that can be served out to entertain guests in this family, and even usually they are reluctant to drink such tea, only drinking plain water, but now they are not stingy to entertain the two of them.

Although there are good and bad things, they are very strong.

As for such a heart, tea is delicious again and should be

Get affirmed.

The two of them tacitly chose to be gentle and affirmative.

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Aunt He's cooking skills are really good, although the ingredients are simple, but the food made on the table tastes very good, with a strong home-style atmosphere, which makes people's appetite move.

It was getting late, and there were several oil lamps lit in the room, which illuminated the room with warm light, and the four members of the He family sat happily around the table as usual, but today there were two more pairs of chopsticks.

Aunt He served them a good meal, and smiled and worked hard to add vegetables to them, wanting them to eat more.

The two children were not honest when eating, giggling and laughing, Aunt He occasionally said a few words of gentleness and disgust, but she was not really angry, she was just pretending, and from time to time she reached out to help He Zhou wipe the rice on the corner of her mouth.

Uncle He, who had been chatting with the villagers all afternoon, seemed to be tired, and sat aside to eat in a muffled voice, and saw that Aunt He only gave the two children and the vegetables of the dream of weaving dreams, and felt that he was left out, so he approached Aunt He and asked in a low voice, "What about mine?"

Aunt He glanced at him, "Have the things in the yard been sorted out?" I've been chatting with those old men all day long, and I think it's nonsense!"

Uncle He was dumbfounded, and smiled wryly, "If you don't give the clip, you won't give it! How can you say that I am talking nonsense, I am a far-sighted ......?"

has been a husband and wife for half a lifetime, bickering is the spice of life, and the two of them are talking back and forth, but it makes people laugh.

The scene of this family eating is really warm.

Looking at the dishes that were almost piled up in their bowls, Zhimeng and Zhu'an were a little stunned, and when they looked at each other, they saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

Some were moved, but more were envious and lonely.

Both of them seemed to be the same, never sitting around the table with their families and having a hot dinner together.

Needless to say, Dream Weaving's situation was like this when he lived in the Phantom Flower Palace. Since she was sensible, every time she ate, she was the only one sitting at the table alone, silently facing the window.

At that time, her only relative was her master, but Hana rarely ate with her, and ate almost from different tables.

Teach her to distinguish the years and festivals, but the festivals are still the same, too deserted, and the huge Phantom Flower Palace is like a lonely tomb.

She couldn't taste what the food tasted like, and she couldn't remember the tastes at all, as if her stomach was empty, so she always felt hungry and wanted to taste all kinds of things so that her taste buds could be full.

In the end, she is not really gluttonous, but she is just beside her, and it seems that the taste of various foods has become extraordinarily distinct.

So, she couldn't help but want to say to Zhu'an, brother, I'm hungry.

That way, you can taste many, many different flavors.

Zhu'an's situation is different from her.

He grew up with Forget Worry since he was a child, and he saw that Master Forget Worry was good to him in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and even the original purpose of the adopted child on Forget Worry Mountain was to let him have a companion when he was lonely.

So many children live together, and when they eat, it feels like a war, and all the children gather around the long table, making a lot of noise

, even forget their worries and try not to scare them with a straight face, let the children make a fuss, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a big home.

But when he learned that many children were only fostered in the mountains, and every three months when the mountains opened, parents would come to visit them with all kinds of gifts, and they would return to their small homes in the future. And he, there will not be such a small family accompanied by parents now, and there will not be one in the future, although there are so many children to accompany him, he feels more and more lonely.

Of course, this is not to deny that forgetting worries is good for him, but he is really easy to envy.

A child who is exceptionally good everywhere, envying the children who have a complete small family.

In the past, he always felt that there was a girl who stayed by his side who was very noisy, but when he got old, he missed such noise, so he liked to sit with the children and listen to such noise, as if the person was still by his side, and the noise annoyed him.

And when he sits alone to eat with Forget Worry, he feels happier in his heart, and Forget Worry is his family, even if there are only two people eating together, he will feel very warm in his heart.

Obviously, in this understanding, forgetting worries is contrary to his ideas.

It's just that it's a little different now.

From the first time we met, Weaving Dream told him that she was hungry, and every time I accompanied Weaving Dream to eat, I watched her eat extra seriously and cheerfully, and a trace of warmth surged in my heart.

It seems to love the feeling of having someone sitting next to you and having a meal together.

I have seen too many imperfections, and the small warmth of the four members of the He family is even more precious.

Just one look has replaced many words, and they can see each other's hearts clearly.

Suddenly, Zhu'an quietly stretched out his hand and gently pressed the back of his hand against the back of Weaving Dream's hand on the table, and a little warmth rose from the place where his skin met.

It's like saying to her, don't be afraid, I'm here these days.

The most wordless gentleness.

I can't tell who is worse off than whom, but it has become the deepest comfort for each other.

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After dinner, Weaving Dream wanted to help clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but was pressed back to the seat by Aunt He, saying that she would not let her do anything again, so Weaving Dream had to give up.

couldn't help, so Weaving Dream accompanied Helan Hezhou to play, and Zhu'an sat aside and accompanied her quietly.

After asking a few questions, I found that the two children were particularly interested in reading and writing, so I found paper and ink to teach them to write.

There are not many literate people in the village, and their names are also helped by someone else, and it is not good to only be able to read and write.

Weaving Dream held the pen, the knuckles curled slightly white, lowered his head and wrote very seriously, Zhu An reached out and picked the wick to make the light brighter, and naturally reached out to press the corner of the white paper, so that she could put down the pen.

Weaving dreams wrote the name of Helan Hezhou on the white paper uprightly, with black and white letters, beautiful and powerful, and quite stylish.

The children lay on their stomachs and stared, their eyes overflowing with adoration, and their names were so beautifully written.

I couldn't help but follow the words written by Weaving Dreams.

Weaving dreams watched them write, guiding one from time to time

Second, those who teach are patient, and those who learn are serious.

With a warm smile on her lips, she looked at them intently with her chin propped up.

It's quiet and loving.

Looking intently at the side face of Weaving Dreams, husband and son, these four words suddenly broke into Zhu'an's mind, only making his heart beat faster and his ears hot.

It is clear that he should stop his distant thoughts, but he can't help but fantasize, in the future, will they be like this?

When I thought about it, I could only cover my face and muttered in a low voice, it was really terrible.

It seems that many things are only special when it comes to weaving dreams.

When he was young, he read a lot of warm and romantic words about children's affection, and he didn't seem to think much about it before, and he has always been indifferent to this aspect of feelings. In the past, when he went out to seek medical treatment, he also met many women who had the courage to confide in him, but he felt that there was no wave in his heart, and he politely refused but was extremely decisive, and he even took it for granted that he was more suitable for living alone in the future, but now, such a simple four words reminded him of him and Weaving Dreams, and then fell into a panic, she was different.

Waiting for the children to copy and practice, weaving dreams and waiting a little bored, holding a brush and scribbling on the paper, one of which is, I don't know what to do, go deep.

Zhu An looked at the words she had written casually, coughed unnaturally, and then met the gaze of Weaving Dream when she looked up.

Yes, that's how it feels, I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

Weaving dreams is like his catastrophe.

The kind that can't escape.

(End of chapter)