นักเขียน: Joe Mai เครื่องแปลภาษา
Just as he thought that his feet were going to be cooked by the chimney today and could be used for braised meat, a young girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, came out of the alley next to him. She was wearing a sun hat and a white skirt She was carrying a plastic bag in her hand. Judging from the contents of the bag, she must have bought some stationery or something, because he could clearly see that the edge of the soft copy was exposed at the mouth of the bag.
It was noon. At this time, the sun was roasting the earth. There were almost no pedestrians on the roadside, so the little girl saw him at a glance. She was a little stunned and ran up to him. Then she put the plastic bag in her hand aside She quickly helped him to pull the motorcycle away.
She was small, and it took a lot of effort to pull the motorcycle away. Perhaps because the sun hat was relatively large, her forehead could not be seen. She could only see the sweat under the sun hat sliding on her face Her clear eyes were as clear and transparent as the clear spring in the mountains.
The motorcycle was moved away, but a layer of skin had been burned off the instep of his foot. The pain was so painful that he could barely stand. She came over to help him up and sat him under a tree.
"Sit here properly. I'll go buy you a bottle of scalding ointment. " As the little girl spoke, she ran into the alley again. He guessed that the alley might lead to a market or something.
About ten minutes later, the little girl took out a bottle of scalding ointment. She carefully squeezed out the scalding ointment and used her delicate little hand to gently caress the instep of his foot. Immediately, the burning instep felt cool It made the instep of his foot feel much more comfortable.
The little girl applied it very carefully, as if she was concentrating on something. To a top-notch handsome guy like him, she did not even raise her head to take a look.
However, he only remembered later that at that time, he had fallen to the ground and his helmet had flown away. At the place where he had fallen, there happened to be a pile of black charcoal ash that had been piled up by someone, and his face had directly pounced onto the pile of black charcoal ash Therefore, it was definitely uglier than Lord Bao's face. It was no wonder that the little girl refused to raise her head to look at him.
The little girl finished applying the instep of his foot. Then, she took out a white handkerchief from the bag in her skirt and put it on his foot. Finally, she handed the scalding ointment to him.
"Alright, you wait here for your family. I have to go back first. " The little girl showed her white teeth. Then, she bent down to pick up her plastic bag and was about to leave.
"What's your name? " Seeing that she had already turned around, he could not help but ask, "where do you live? How can I thank you? "
The little girl turned around and smiled at him. Her indifferent voice traveled over, "there's no need. The burn ointment is only a few dollars. What are you thanking me for? It's nothing. "
After saying that, she turned around and walked away. Looking at her appearance, she probably went home. The White Sun hat on her head made her look as beautiful as an angel.
That day, of course, it was the Dongfang family's chauffeur who drove over to bring him back. His instep was obviously still severely burned. The Dongfang family's family doctor, Liu Hao, said that it was fortunate that you applied the burn ointment in time and made a simple bandage Otherwise, after sitting by the roadside for so long, the bacteria would definitely stick to the wound along with the dust, and then your foot would probably be in trouble.
Although the girl did not leave her name, the white handkerchief betrayed her secret, because one corner of the handkerchief had three words embroidered on it: Xi Muxue!
This was the reason why he had insisted on not making a marriage contract with Kuang Yingying but with Xi Muxue, the daughter of the Xi family, because he could never forget that scorching noon He could never forget the little girl in a white dress who walked out of the alley.
นักเขียน: Joe Mai เครื่องแปลภาษา
It was almost the Spring Festival, and the kindergarten had its winter break, so little feather did not make a fuss about going to kindergarten for the past two days.
Mu Ru brought her along to draw. Little feather was influenced by her mother in her womb, so she was very talented in drawing. Thus, when Mu ru was drawing a Bodhi tree opposite the plum garden, little feather picked up a brush and started drawing seriously.
However, little feather was not drawing scenery, but characters. She was drawing Dongfang Mo.. Of course, because Dongfang Mo did not allow her to go out, Dongfang Mo's image in her heart was a little bad.
When Dongfang Mo walked into the Plum Garden, he saw a scene like this. A five-year-old girl was drawing on a piece of white paper... ...
Alright, he was stunned for a moment before he recognized himself on the piece of white paper. Little feather used the form of a Manga to draw his head especially large. The expression on his face was extremely exaggerated, as if he was a devil.
His heart could not help but twitch. Although it was said that a child's drawing was unintentional, he had to admit that it was precisely because the child was unintentional that the feelings they expressed were the most sincere.
It turned out that in little feather's heart, he was actually a great devil. This made his heart unable to help but feel uncomfortable. Although his own daughter had not grown up by his side since she was young, now she had returned to his side, hadn't she?
He had already tried his best to make up for her. He had owed her for those five years because he did not know of her existence. However, ever since he knew of her existence, he had brought her to his side and given her the best care.
Little feather turned around when she heard the footsteps. When she saw that it was Dongfang Mo, she was also shocked. Then, she hid her painting behind her back and stared at him with a guilty look She tilted her head and asked, "Liar, when did you come back? "
"I just arrived, " Dongfang Mo answered gently.
"Then did you see what I drew? " Little feather still asked nervously.
"No, you came back to see me as soon as I arrived. " Dongfang Mo looked at her with a very honest face and asked with a smile, "Yu Yu, what did you draw? "
"Nothing. " When little feather heard Dongfang Mo say that he did not see anything, her heart that was at the edge of her throat finally calmed down. Then, she tore the drawing in her hands into pieces Then, she turned around and shouted into the room, "Mommy, the big liar is back. "
Seeing that she was about to run away, Dongfang Mo bent down and picked her up. As he walked towards the hall, he asked softly, "Yu Yu, do you think it's easy to call me the big liar? "
Little feather was stunned for a moment, then her face turned slightly red. Then, she shouted in a slightly angry tone, "who told you to pretend to be my daddy to deceive me? And you even used me to blackmail my mommy. If you are not the big liar, then what are you? "
"Then, other than the image of a big liar, do you not have any other position in your heart? " Dongfang Mo said carefully. In fact, he really wanted to say that Yu Yu, I am your real daddy, your real father.
But he did not say that because he knew that little feather might not believe what he said, but if mu ru told little feather, little feather would definitely believe it.
It seemed that in order for little feather to acknowledge him as a father, he had to first conquer Xi Muru's heart of stone. As long as her heart softened, then little feather would acknowledge him as a father.
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