MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 725 Do not return, scattered flowers like this (10)

  Chapter 725 Return of the Way, Lonely Flowers (10)

  Wen Xien didn't care too much, just thought the child was throwing a tantrum, she pinched the child's face, left the child alone, and went out with Guo Zhenfei.

  Miao Hua did not obey and stayed where he was, and quietly followed him out to have a look, his too dark eyes were extremely dark, showing indifference that should not belong to this age.

The black-skinned man stood honestly outside the door. He was tall and burly. He was holding cotton shoes wrapped in cloth in his arms. His thick and rough hands curled up in the air as if he had not noticed it. His palms and knuckles were obvious. Thick thick cocoons.

   The two of them didn't know what they said at the door. The man had a shy smile on his face, and he looked like a bara, stupid to death.

   And Wen Xien stood quietly in front of the man.

   is fragile and out of place, as if it could be crushed with one hand.

   Anyone who sees it will feel a little dark in their hearts...the impulse to want to possess and kiss.

   was stunned for a moment, Guo Zhenfei immediately retracted his gaze, his Adam's apple rolled, and his words were not smooth: "You, go in quickly, it's very, very cold outside."

   Wen Xien shook his head: "Brother Guo, I'll watch you go first."

   Guo Zhenfei was stunned for a moment, his face became even hotter, and the expression on his face was tight. It was obvious that an adult man of 1.9 meters was timid in front of someone who was a head smaller than him.

   He left almost hand in hand, the snow was still falling, but he was not cold at all, and his heart was warm.

   Wen Xien originally planned to go to the foot of the mountain today, but Guo Zhenfei sent the meat, and Wen Xien planned to postpone the visit for a few days. It would be better if the snow could stop.

   Wen Xien carried Miao Hua to the bed and covered him with the quilt. Wen Xien went to the box and dug out some not-so-old clothes. These clothes had to be cut so that Miao Hua would fit better and keep warm.

  To be honest, Wen Xien's sewing skills are really not good, but they are okay, but they are a little ugly. Every time she stabs herself clumsily, Miao Hua is frightened when she looks at it.

   Wen Xien was sitting at the head of the bed, the child was lying on the bed, watching Wen Xien cut clothes awkwardly.

   Her movements were clumsy and unfamiliar. Miao Hua knew that Wen Xien might have never touched these rough jobs. She only touched swords and books, which Wen Xien might have never seen before.

   Miao Hua couldn't sleep, and silently accompanied Wen Xien to sew clothes all afternoon.

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The snow really stopped after a few days, and the sun came out. Wen Xien counted the money in his hand, and decided to take Miao Hua to the street to buy some decent and beautiful clothes for the child, as well as some eggs and Some nutritious foods need to be improved.

  Miao Hua is malnourished and is still growing. If he doesn't eat good food, he will not grow taller. What should I do?

   Thinking so, Wen Xien walked up to the child and asked him, "Xiaohua, do you want to play?"

   Miao Hua raised his face and nodded, well-behaved and sensible.

   being too good made Wen Xien feel even more distressed.

   Wen Xien rubbed his hair, pulled him out, and locked the door.

   There was snow on the road, leaving deep footprints on it. Wen Xien had inconvenience in his legs and feet, and he walked neither fast nor slow. Miao Hua consciously stood beside her and pulled the corner of her clothes, obediently and cleverly.

  The morning market has dissipated, and there are not so many people setting up stalls in the town now, but it is still lively.

   Wen Xien bought two catties of pork and a bag of white noodles. She didn't buy much of the vegetarian vegetables, because she also grew a little and kept some wild vegetables at home.

   Wen Xien found that the child was really quiet, not curious about anything on the street, but just held her hand firmly, as if afraid of getting lost.

   Wen Xien looked funny, she squatted down and looked at the child, the child had a straight face like a little adult, his eyes were dark and cold, staring at Wen Xien quietly.

   Wen Xien asked warmly, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

  The child was taken aback for a moment, he was not interested in these things at all: "No."

   "Really not?" Wen Xien didn't believe it.

"No."

   Wen Xien still didn't believe it. How could there be children who were not interested in food? She looked around and went to a stall to buy a candy man.

   Putting the sugar man into the child's hands, Wen Xien squeezed his face, "I know you want to eat it,"

  Miao Hua looked at the candy man in his hand silently, a little tangled, and licked it out of curiosity. It was very sweet and delicious.

   Wen Xien's eyes lit up when he saw the child licking, and then he licked like a puppy. The child was very careful about his image, and he ate very politely.

   also said he didn’t want to eat it.

Holding the child's other hand, Wen Xien took him to a shop that made clothes. He spent most of the money if he picked two pieces at random. Wen Xien didn't feel bad, and made three pieces at once, but it only took a few days. Come to pick it up, help the child measure the size, and buy another candy man. Wen Xien took the child home.

   One big and one small, walking slowly, very harmonious.

   When she got home, Wen Xien took a broom to clean the snow at the door and the narrow yard. She asked the child to play next to it by herself. Unexpectedly, the child found a broom from nowhere, and the broom was half taller than him.

  吭吧吭吭吭吭哧 gripped the broom with both hands and swept the floor with difficulty, but the snow did not sweep up, but he seemed to be serious with the snow.

  Wen Xien couldn't help laughing softly while watching, and was discovered by the sharp-eyed child at once.

   The child's face turned even redder. He was a little angry and a little ashamed, staring at Wen Xien, who had a flowery smile, and pursed his lips tightly: "Don't laugh."

   Wen Xien held back his laughter, and broke his power before he could maintain it for a second.

   The child's face is getting redder and redder, like a small tomato, but he still has a small face, maintaining his last dignity.

   After laughing enough, Wen Xien said to the child holding the broom: "Xiaohua goes to play by herself, I'll do it alone here."

  The stubborn child did not listen to the persuasion, and still held the big broom taller than himself and swept it silently. Wen Xien looked at it funny and distressed. Which parent would be willing to abandon such a good child.

   It was already afternoon after the two cleaned up. She reached out to touch Miao Hua's head, but was avoided by the child.

   Wen Xien was stunned for a moment, looked down at the child's expressionless face, smiled, and didn't force it.

  Miao Hua quietly glanced at Wen Xien from the corner of his eye. Wen Xien didn't seem to be angry with the child's face, and the corners of his mouth were raised unconsciously, as if he was always close and gentle.

  Miao Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes as thick as splashing ink.

   Wen Xien felt his gaze and lowered his head subconsciously, only to see the child's calm face, without any expression.

Good night

   (end of this chapter)