Hua Xiaogu led Ming'er back to Yuehong Zhai. As soon as he stepped into his yard, Ming'er opened his mouth and yawned delicately, then stretched out his hand to rub his eyes.
"Mom... I'm going to be sleepy tomorrow."
Hua Xiaogu bent down and picked up Ming'er, and then was taken into his bedroom by Yang's mother.
"The young master usually has the habit of taking a nap, and today he woke up very early in the morning. He must be tired now." Mother Yang looked at the third young master who was put on the bed kindly, and whispered to Hua Xiaogu.
explained.
Hua Xiaogu nodded: "It's good for the child to sleep a little longer." After saying that, she raised her head and looked at Yang's mother: "I wonder if my clothes have been washed?"
Mother Yang nodded: "I told you to go wash it a long time ago, but it's probably not done now. But the sun is nice today, so I think I can wear it in another hour or two."
Hua Xiaogu smiled and thanked Yang's mother. When she lowered her head, she saw that Ming'er had closed her eyes, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep.
She stepped lightly and wanted to leave the bedroom first, sit anywhere and drink tea while waiting for her clothes to dry. She was almost full anyway, so she didn't want to go to a banquet full of rich people.
"Mom... I want to listen to music tomorrow."
Unexpectedly, Huaxiaogongren felt his skirt tighten before he took two steps. He looked back and saw that Ming'er was closing his eyes and murmuring sleepily.
When Mama Yang heard this, her nose suddenly became sore.
It has been more than three years, and the young master has almost forgotten this habit, but now that Xiaogu girl is by his side, he actually thinks of it again.
I remember that when Aunt Mo was still alive, she would sing songs to coax Ming'er to sleep every day.
Hua Xiaogu didn't know much about this. She looked at Ming'er's sleepy little face and simply went back to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Okay, I'll sing to Ming'er."
"I want to listen to wine ballads tomorrow..."
Hua Xiaogu was startled and looked up at Mama Yang.
Mother Yang quickly explained in a low voice: "Girl, don't be surprised. It turns out that the young master's mother... is a wine maker, so she often sang this wine-making song to the young master..." Mother Yang's explanation was hesitant, and Hua Xiaogu didn't care.
, although I felt a little strange, I didn’t ask too many questions.
"Tomorrow, sister can't sing wine ballads. Can I sing something else for you?"
"Um……"
Hua Xiaogu leaned on the edge of the carved bed, gently patted Ming'er's arm with one hand, and sang softly.
"My precious baby, I'll give you a little sweetness so that you can sleep well tonight. My little ghost, I'll tease your eyebrows and make you like this world..."
Hua Xiaogu's voice is soft, with a gentle nasal sound, like a breeze blowing over Ming'er's eyebrows in the summer afternoon.
When Yang's mother saw this, she gently withdrew.
Ming'er opened his eyes at first, trembling his eyelashes and looking at Hua Xiaogu, then gradually, his breathing became steady and he fell asleep.
Once, twice, three times, Hua Xiaogu sang, and then he felt a little sleepy. He turned around and looked at the little guy, who was already sleeping snoringly.
Hua Xiaogu gently poked Ming'er's fair and tender face, then stood up and started to walk out.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, she saw the hem of her skirt being grasped by Ming'er in her hands, holding it tightly.
Well, we can't get out for the time being. Seeing that no one was in the room, Hua Xiaogu relaxed his body, rubbed half of the bed, and lay down half of his body.
If you're sleepy, take a nap for a while. I'm sure the kids won't mind tomorrow.
