The Fourth Thousand Ninety-Two Chapters Young (Seven)

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Everyone thought she was a monster, and he said: "They treat you as a monster, you can't treat yourself as a monster.

The husband treats her very well, as well as a teacher and a friend.

He is knowledgeable and far-sighted, taught her to read and paint, taught her right and wrong, black and white; told her about great rivers and mountains, and about traditional customs;

He was a little older than her, had experienced the vast world, seen spring mist and warm sun, also seen rain, snow, wind and frost, met all kinds of people, and encountered many things, so he was more calm and determined.

He should be a literati, but he has the bones of a knight, and the word pedantic has nothing to do with him.

Mr. is Mr., dissolute and restrained, with a strong character, writing the spring and autumn on the top of the mountain, and setting aside the clouds and mist to embrace the sun and the moon.

He has dabbled in a lot of books, and he loves isolated copies. He can read both the Analects of Confucius and Rites, as well as folk miscellaneous books.

The husband taught her a lot, so much that Ranbai would benefit from it for a lifetime. He would be scary when he was strict, but most of them were calm and gentle. He would accompany her to do what she liked, buy her candied haws, make dumplings for her, put her to sleep, coax her to take medicine, he would also take Ranbai out to play, let her try various things, and never forget to bring her back some interesting gadgets when going out, maybe they are not expensive, but they are rare in the world.

Perhaps he had always treated her like a child, so she was naturally the one who indulged her.

Ranbai has always felt that Mr. is the best Mr. in the world.

It wasn't until the winter of that year, when he fell ill, that she realized that her husband wasn't perfect either.

He also gets sick, burns out, and willful.

He also said that in fact, he is also a human being, so there is no need to think so highly of him.

His name is Mo Chen.

Another year of winter.

November.

It's her birthday.

There is a round of warm sunshine outside the window. Not long ago, there was a first snowfall, and the eaves of the attic were dripping with snow.

Light and shadow fell on the dressing table, blurring the figures of the two people.

The man in white clothes was spotless, and he was sticking to a wooden comb, combing the drowsy girl's hair.

Her long silver hair fell down to her pale and thin ankles, like a waterfall flowing with silver light.

"A comb is a lot of joy."

He said.

"Second Comb Chang An Ning."

The sound is like broken jade hitting ice, the clearer it is, the better it sounds.

"Three Combs Sui Wuyou."

Snow-white sleeves, gentle movements.

"I also want to comb my husband's hair." Ranbai looked at himself in the mirror, and the figure of the young man, and said seriously.

"When our Ah Bai grows up, come and comb your husband's hair." He smiled, "Mr. will be old by then."

He is a human being, with a life span of at most a hundred years.

The blood race is different, they live forever and live forever.

Ranbai closed her eyes: "Mister will never grow old."

"According to Abai's auspicious words."

The person in the mirror is dressed in white, and his expression is always gentle.

Like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water.

Ranbai sulked alone and didn't want to pay attention to him, but turned around and was coaxed by the little snowman Mo Chen piled up outside.

"You really don't want to watch it?"

"Just take a look." Ranbai said stiffly.

"Thank you Abai."

He put on a fox fur for her, and the white down made the girl's cheeks paler and more delicate, giving birth to a pair of pure blood-colored eyes.

It was snowing heavily outside the attic, and the eyes were full of kindness and whiteness.

Snow was carved into a white-stained figure, hugging a little rabbit, with a pitiful look, lifelike in the sunlight.

Next to it, several snow-white rabbits were fabricated to circle around Dyebai.

"Why did you pinch me like this!" Ran Bai frowned, her expression became a little more lively.

Still a child after all.

"Doesn't this make our Ah Bai more lively?" Mo Chen looked at the snow sculpture, then at her, and said in a warm voice, "Very cute."

The gentleman's white clothes seem to blend with the color of the snow, and the breeze is like the moon.

"I want to pinch too." She muttered lazily.

"good."

It wasn't until the evening that Ranbai finally finished the outline of a snowman. Although he started to have a spoof idea, he still wanted to carve the snowman seriously.

"Awesome."

He was never stingy with praise and encouragement.

Gentle upbringing and politeness to others seem to be engraved in this person's bones.

Ranbai glanced at him, but didn't speak.

At that time, she felt in her heart that this snowman was far less than one-thousandth of Mr.

at dusk.

Mr. made the cake with his own hands and took the candles.

"Taste Mr.'s craft."

Before meeting her husband, Ranbai had never had a cake of her own, and when she was with her grandpa...he couldn't celebrate her birthday in time.

"From now on, every year and today, Ah Bai will obediently eat the cake made by your husband." He knew what she was thinking, and comforted her calmly, his voice was clear and clear, and the still water was deep, "Come and make a wish."

"Sir, how old are you, do you still believe this?" Ranbai had already learned to hide his sadness, and looked at the cake casually.

"As long as the master is here, no matter what wish Abai makes, it will come true." Under the light, he smiled, "Do you want to worship me? It's very effective."

——As long as Mr. is here.

This sentence.

Let Ranbai remember it for a lifetime.

So he was gone later.

He broke his promise.

He lied to her.

Ranbai said that he didn't care, but his brows and eyes were soft, and he closed his eyes and made a pious wish.

When she opened her eyes, the husband looked at her: "One year old, one gift, one inch of joy, but every good day, it is appropriate to celebrate the time."

"We, Ah Bai, happy birthday."

There are only two people in the attic, but it is not empty.

She is no longer alone, sitting for a day.

As long as Mr. is here.

——'Grandpa, I'm one year older, sir taught me very well, have you seen that? '

Ranbai didn't like to listen to those red tapes, so Mo Chen didn't tell her, but she frowned and asked in a low voice afterwards: "Do I have to learn this?"

"If you don't want to learn, then don't study." He put down the book.

As long as he is around for a day, she will always be self-willed, so what if she doesn't understand the general situation, know how to measure, and don't understand the truth?

Just be happy.

"Mister treats me really well, what if he spoils me?"

She was always worrying about gains and losses, and felt insecure, so he coaxed her time and time again: "Ah Bai is worth it."

He spends year after year with her, combs her hair, teaches her to write, celebrates her birthday and New Year's Eve together, plays with her in the snow, makes dumplings, and makes cakes.

At that time, the light and shadow were in full bloom, and his body was elegant and upright.

Ranbai didn't know how to cook, so he didn't let Ranbai step into the kitchen.

He said: "Mr. has worked hard to cook, and he will finally be able to display it. I am very happy."

Sometimes he would pinch her face proudly and say with a smile that he fed her fat one bite at a time.

On New Year's Eve, he made a lot of dumplings, pinched all kinds of small animals, listened to the midnight bell with her, told her a bedtime story, and said good night softly.

Before going to sleep, Ranbai listened to the deep voice in a daze, it was not very real, as if it came from a far away place.

"May we Ah Bai grow up in this life, be generous, be free from worries, illnesses, disasters, and difficulties, and be happy every year."

she thinks.

So is Mr.

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