The bright moon is bright, and its faint brilliance is quietly shining down. The entire Qingqiu seems to be shrouded in a layer of gauze mist, and the eyes are hazy and half illusory.
The wind was so strong that the bead curtains in the hall were shaking and rustling.
As soon as Bai Chu stepped into the hall, the sleeves of his robe were suddenly pulled from behind, and his Nuo Nuo voice was clear and clear: "Mom, please walk slower, I can't keep up."
The sound that he usually hears is so ordinary, but this time he only felt his scalp tingling. Bai Chu's back stiffened and he turned around. The "Black Hair" who was still in the Xuan Qiong Realm just now, was now generous.
He appeared in front of her with a smile on his face.
The scene in the Xuan Qiong Realm flashed through his mind. Bai Chu shuddered and almost reflexively raised his sleeves to throw away his hand, "Don't touch me!"
The small figure did not expect that Bai Chu would suddenly throw away his hand. He stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, knocking his head on the threshold with a muffled sound.
Bai Chu, who hurriedly walked into the hall, was startled when he heard the sound. When he turned back, he saw an aggrieved face.
"Aniang..." Heimao sat on the ground, his lips pursed, his eyes shrouded in mist, "Aniang, it hurts..."
There was a bruise on the fair and tender forehead. If you look closely, you can see that the skin is broken.
No one would be unmoved by such an expression and such an injury. Bai Chu was stunned and wanted to step forward. He just took a step forward but stopped moving. What he saw in Xuan Qiong was too shocking.
It was just half a cup of tea ago.
Sitting on the ground, Heimao's nose twitched when he saw his mother still not moving, and water swirled in his eyes, about to flow out: "Mom..."
The sound of "A'Niang", soft and soft, with a hint of crying, penetrated into Bai Chu's ears, making her feel sad.
No matter what he is like, he is her child after all. He is rich in blood, so he calls her Aniang. The tense expression between Bai Chu's eyebrows eased, and she looked at him for a moment: "Stand up on your own."
The tears that were packed in my eyes and were about to flow out, whirled back because of this sound. My small body stood up holding on to the threshold, stretched out my sleeves to wipe my eyes randomly, and when I raised my head again, the corners of my mouth
He smiled and said, "Mom, it doesn't hurt."
Bai Chu's heart trembled as the tight strings of a piano were suddenly scratched.
His handsome little face and his harmless smile, coupled with the new wound on his forehead, looked adorable no matter what. Bai Chu took a deep breath, feeling that his chest was congested, and stretched out his hand to wave to him, "You
come over."
The little guy climbed over the high threshold with his hands and feet and ran briskly towards her on his short legs. He didn't pay attention to the tail corners of the curtain that had been blown up by the wind and dragged on the ground, which could easily cause someone to trip. As he watched,
He is about to step on that veil,
Bai Chu couldn't help blurting out: "Run slower, don't fall!"
When the words came out, his body had already reacted in advance. With a flash of his body, he stabilized the child who was about to trip under the veil with one hand.
"A'Niang?" The little guy underneath him grabbed her sleeves, raised his head, and looked at her seriously: "A'Niang, aren't you happy?"
Bai Chu was stunned.
"Aniang is not happy. Is it because Heimao made Aniang angry?" The little guy blinked, his bright eyes seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of gray, and his face looked a little depressed: "Sister Xiaowan is not happy either.
, turned around and left when I called her, and she didn’t agree no matter how I called her...Brother Bai Yi who came today said that it was Heimao who made her angry..."
Seeing such a wronged look in her eyes made her heart twitch.
Bai Chu struggled in his eyes for a long time, and finally lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Who is your honor?"