After taking a bite of rice, for some reason, Xiao Queluo felt sore at the tip of her nose when she heard Zhan Zhiyuan's words. Her throat felt itchy and she was about to cry.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a hurried voice sounded: "Master, it's not good!"
Zhan Zhiyuan stood up in a hurry, frowned and walked out, and finally told Xiao Shao'an: "Stay with my brother well."
"Yeah." Xiao Shaoan twisted his body and nodded.
Watching Zhan Zhiyuan leave, Xiao Shaoan rolled his eyes and felt a little bored again. He couldn't help but walked out and led a little boy in: "Mo Zi, let me tell you... I have a sister."
"But the master said that is your brother." At that time, the delicate look on little Mo Ziming's face was already visible. He was older and taller than little Shao'an, and his face had a bit more of the calmness of an adult.
Little Queluo was eating rice. She didn't know why, but she always felt as if she had been abandoned. As she was eating, her tears fell into the bowl. The salty tears fell on the white rice grains and seeped into the bottom of the bowl.
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As his tears grew more and more, his little shoulders began to hunch uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Xiao Shao'an twisted Xiao Mo Ziming's hand: "What should I do? My sister is crying!"
"...That's brother!" Xiao Mo Ziming couldn't help but frown, but still pulled him to the opposite side of Xiao Queluo and curled his lips.
"Sister..." Xiao Shao'an stepped forward and tugged on his sleeves, "Stop crying. If you cry, the food will get cold."
At that time, the little Queluo seemed unable to hear anything. She only felt a buzzing in her ears, as if she was in a world of only one person, and her vision was blurry...
"A man, it's really unseemly to cry." Little Mo Ziming frowned and curled his thin lips, but he still took out a handkerchief from his arms like an adult and handed it to little Shao'an, "Wipe him.
wipe."
"Yeah." Xiao Shaoan took the handkerchief and wiped the tears on Xiao Queluo's face.
As her vision gradually became clearer, Xiaoqueluo looked at the two little boys in front of her and sniffed, seeming a little embarrassed.
Following the trend, another tear fell from the corner of her eye and she smashed it into the bowl in front of her.
Xiao Shao'an twisted her handkerchief and said innocently: "Sister, please stop crying. If you cry again, the food you eat will be too salty... The food cooked by Uncle Fu is already too salty!"
"Puch -" little Mo Ziming laughed.
With his laughter, Little Queluo's emotions were ignited, and she couldn't help laughing, and her nose was blown up.
Standing on tiptoes, Xiao Shao'an helped her wipe it clean, and then returned the handkerchief to Xiao Mo Ziming who looked disgusted: "When sister finishes eating, we will go out to play. Sister, the things on the mountain are really fun... Well,
Although it’s raining now, if it rains, we can have a water fight!”
"Nonsense." Xiao Mo Ziming threatened him, "You will get sick if you do this. Don't go!"
"Uh-huh..." Xiao Shao'an pursed his lips, "Mozi, you are in charge of so many things, just like my father..."
"..." Xiao Mo Ziming pursed his lips and simply stopped taking his words.
The warm atmosphere lasted for a while, and suddenly a figure rushed up and shouted to little Mo Ziming and little Shao'an: "Master! It's not good, something happened, let's leave now!"
"Something happened?" Before Xiao Queluo could react, Xiao Shao'an took her hand and ran outside.
