"Master! Fu Bao is a little tired! I want master to carry me!"
"Hehehe~ There is really nothing you can do with Fu Bao. Come up here and the master will carry you home."
"Master, your back is so broad! And it's so warm! Fu Bao likes to be carried by Master the most!"
"The backs of family members are so warm. When Fu Bao finds his own family, they will carry Fu Bao home just like the master did."
"Fu Bao doesn't want family! Fu Bao only wants a master!"
"Hehehe~"
"..."
Scenes of familiar scenes flashed before his eyes, and little Fubao's tears couldn't stop falling like broken pearls.
Sang Mizhou squatted for a while but saw no movement behind him. His heart suddenly became cramped. When he looked back, he saw little Fubao standing there blankly with tears streaming down his face.
He couldn't help but feel his heart tightening, as if he was being held by someone, and there was indescribable pain.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying suddenly?"
Sang Mizhou hurriedly wiped the tears from her face with his hands, anxious and didn't know what to do.
It was also the first time for him to encounter this kind of thing. He had no experience. He only knew that when he saw her crying, the feeling of powerlessness and anxiety surged up in his heart.
Little Fu Bao raised his head and looked at him blankly, the corners of his mouth turned down, and he cried even harder.
The viewers in the live broadcast room were extremely anxious.
When they saw the little cotton-padded jacket crying, they only felt very irritable, but when they saw the little Fubao cry, they felt as if the whole world had collapsed.
[Come to Sangmi Island! Hold our little baby! Comfort her! Oh my god, I feel so bad!]
[That’s right! Why are you standing there stupidly? Why don’t you go comfort our little baby!]
[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~Baby, don't cry. If you cry again, your mother will cry with you. It's so uncomfortable!]
Why doesn't Sang Mizhou feel uncomfortable?
He gently took Little Fu Bao into his arms, completely forgetting that her clothes were still dirty, and caressed her back. His voice unconsciously became softer: "Tell brother, what's wrong?"
Little Fubao reached out and hugged Sang Mizhou back, her shoulders shaking violently from crying.
She spoke with a trembling voice and sobbed: "Oh~ Fu Bao... Fu Bao... I miss... I miss the master... Wu~"
As Xiao Fubao talked, his crying changed from a low sob to a loud cry.
It seemed that she had been suppressing it for a long time, pretending to be happy and not caring, and finally hit a point where she completely exploded.
[Little baby, don’t cry. Can you go see the master after recording the show? No, the next location will be where the little baby’s master is!]
[Do you know who the little baby’s master is? I feel that the relationship between the little baby and her master is better than the relationship with her family. I have heard it from her several times!]
[I don’t know. I’ve checked online, but there’s no gossip at all. The little baby’s master is so mysterious. He couldn’t be an eminent monk, right? 】
Sang Mizhou remained silent, but silently hugged her tighter and patted her back gently.
Although they had only known each other for three days, he had always known that she was actually just pretending to be happy, and she was not feeling well at all.
"It's okay, it's okay, just cry."
When the man heard the sound and came, he just stood quietly and looked at them from a distance.
The setting sun on the horizon was fiery red, reflecting on the three of them.
Little Fubao's sad mood slowly disappeared little by little with the setting sun.