Long Qiu held the ink bracelet and felt the warmth coming from her small palm. His eyes were full of relief and guilt. This was his daughter. She adored him. She posted it with his words. She wanted to
She became his pride, but in the past nine years he had never fulfilled the responsibility of a father, and she didn't know that she was holding her father's hand now.
"Mo Bracelet, uncle, can you carry me on my back?"
"Really?" Mo Zhuo looked at Long Qiu with a look of joy.
Long Qiu took her hands and put her on his back. The ink bracelet rested on his broad shoulder. This was the first time she rested on a man's shoulder. It was different from her mother's shoulder, but it was both fascinating.
She felt very warm. She wondered if this was what it felt like to lean on her father's shoulder. She felt attached to this shoulder and this warmth. She liked this uncle who could copy the emperor's handwriting, and she liked this uncle who was carrying her on his back.
Uncle, she liked this uncle who made her feel friendly when they first met.
Long Qiu walked slowly on the way to school, Mo Bracelet wrapped around his neck, telling him interesting things about his childhood in his ear, he couldn't help but smile knowingly. For the first time, he wanted to thank Xinzhu for choosing to leave
Because he did not live in the palace and was not bound by those complicated rules, Mo Huan could maintain his innocence, live such a carefree and happy life, and have the innocent smile that many of his children did not have.
"Uncle Long San, can you stay a few more days?" Mo Zhuo stood at the door of the school, looking at Long Qiu.
Long Qiu nodded and gently touched Mo Huan's head, "Go in quickly. If you are late, you will be scolded by your husband."
Leaving Xiao Zhao in the school, Long Qiu returned to the bamboo house alone. He did not see Long Hao and Lin Kefeng. He only saw Meng Xinzhu standing alone on the platform by the lake. Long Qiu slowly walked forward and gently hugged her.
In arms.
"I haven't slept all night, let's go back to the house and catch up on some sleep!"
Long Qiu shook his head in her ear, "I don't want to leave you."
Meng Xinzhu turned around, caressed his cheek, looked at his red eyes, "Long Qiu, are you tired? Sleep in my arms."
Long Qiu was stunned. This was something he often said to her. Looking at the corners of her mouth that raised, he couldn't help but laugh. The two smiling lips were pressed together tightly. Long Qiu picked her up and walked to her.
He gently put her down on the rocking chair next to her, lay on her, buried his head in her arms, and hugged her waist. He smiled contentedly and closed his eyes.
Meng Xinzhu hugged the child's father tenderly as if hugging her daughter, gently caressed the hair around his ears, and placed a light lip print on his forehead. She remembered the first time she saw his sleeping face, a look like
The sleeping look of a mature man like a baby. Long Qiu was already in his forties, but he still had that sweet sleeping look like a baby on his handsome face. She couldn't help but smile. She knew that he felt happy at this time.
, feeling comfortable. She sighed softly. She had let him bear too many insecurities. She couldn't help but tighten her arms, and he also tightened his arms. The rocking chair rocked gently on the platform...
Long Qiu moved his head in the rocking chair and turned over. He was covered with a thin quilt. He hadn't fully woken up yet. He touched his body unconsciously and didn't seem to find what he was looking for. He turned sideways
, and touched around him, there was only a rocking chair. He was woken up, and he sat up suddenly. He was lying on the platform by the lake, alone.
"Xinzhu!" He lifted up the thin quilt on his body and ran away from the platform. No! No! This can't be a dream! He has found his Xinzhu, he has really found her. But, why did she
Not around? Why? "Xinzhu! Xinzhu!"
Meng Xinzhu, who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, heard Long Qiu's anxious calls one after another. She didn't know what was going on and rushed out of the kitchen. Looking at the familiar figure appearing in the corridor, the pain in Long Qiu's heart expanded.
, he hurried forward and hugged her hard, his arms tightening and trembling. "Xinzhu, where have you been? Why aren't you with me?"
"I'm preparing lunch," Meng Xinzhu looked at the panic and helplessness in Long Qiu's eyes, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Long Qiu leaned on her forehead and shook his head, "Xinzhu, do you know? For ten years, I have dreamed of you every night, and how happy I am to be with you every night. I am afraid of the daytime, because of that
Dreams will wake up, and when you wake up, you will not be by my side. I just realized that you are not by my side. I thought it was just another dream, another dream. Xinzhu, how can you bear to torture me like this? Xinzhu! You
How could you bear to leave me for ten years? How could you bear to do it?"
Even though she knew that he didn't want to see her cry, even though she knew that he didn't want to scold her, Meng Xinzhu couldn't hold back her tears because she knew the pain of waking up from a dream when the person she missed was not around. She knew the loneliness, she
She couldn't help but close her eyes, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, and she cursed secretly: Meng Xinzhu, you bad woman, look at how you tortured Long Qiu to this point? He is not your enemy, he is your love!
Long Qiu didn't suck her tears or wipe her cheeks because his eyes were already dim. He couldn't see her face or her tears clearly. His heart was hurting, not the pain of breaking.
, it is not the pain of despair, it is the pain of awakening, the pain of regaining consciousness, the pain of returning the heart, and the pain of coming back to life.
He lifted her chin and kissed her. The two of them kissed, letting the tears stain each other's faces, flow into each other's mouths, and drip on each other's clothes...
Matchmaker Chen was walking on the way to the bamboo house with an impatient look on her face. Alas, there was really nothing she could do about it. Who told her precious nephew to fall in love with the bamboo lady? She didn't care if the ink bracelet and small oil bottle were ready-made.
Dad, I just want the Bamboo Lady! I made her run to this country place again and again, and I tried to tell her off again and again, but she was rejected again and again.
After working as a matchmaker for so many years, how could she ever meet someone so difficult to explain to her? She was angry as she walked. She didn't know who the father of Mo Bracelet was. She hadn't seen him in these years, but Lady Bamboo had given up on following him.
No matter what, I don't agree to remarry.
She was tired of running away, and more importantly, she didn't want to ruin her reputation as the number one matchmaker, so she told her nephew that if she couldn't get through to Mrs. Zhu this time, she would just go hard.
As soon as they reached the lake, Matchmaker Chen was stunned. She had to be stunned. In the bamboo house, she was shocked by the two people hugging each other.
Long Qiu let go of Meng Xinzhu's lips, buried her head in his arms, and let her sob. Although it broke his heart to hear her cry, and even though it hurt to see her tears, he didn't want to stop her.
.He gently patted her back, gently wiped away her tears that kept pouring out, and kissed her forehead gently.