How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

  Chapter 744 Undoubted return, scattered flowers like this (29)

   "But then again, Guo Xiaozi has indeed reached the age of starting a family. When I was his age, my children could walk."

   The stall owner wrapped the chestnuts with a smile, Wen Xien gave the money, took the chestnuts, and looked back again.

   From his point of view, the woman and Guo Zhenfei were very close, and when he looked up at Guo Zhenfei, his eyes were full of him.

   The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, but Wen Xien saw the woman's mouth opening and closing, and her eyes stared straight at Guo Zhenfei.

   Wen Xien didn't look anymore, turned and left.

  Guo Zhenfei seemed to feel something, turned his head to look over, but only saw a crowd of people, he looked around, all unfamiliar faces.

   Zhou Wenying was about to ask Guo Zhenfei with a bunch of vegetables when she saw him looking away. She also looked around suspiciously, but couldn't see anything.

   "Brother Guo, are you looking for someone?"

   Guo Zhenfei withdrew his gaze, his cold jaw tightened slightly, a deep shadow lay beneath his thick black eyebrows, his tall nose and tight thin lips outlined a rigorous arc, he shook his head, but did not speak.

   But Zhou Wenying didn't care about Guo Zhenfei's indifference and silence, because she was used to it and thought it was Guo Zhenfei's character, so she didn't care too much, so she asked, "Brother Guo, do you like this dish?"

  Guo Zhenfei glanced at him, nodded his head, and lowered his eyelashes slightly, looking a little absent-minded.

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The weather has been very good these days, and the Spring Festival is coming soon. Wen Xien has been very busy recently. She used to live alone without any sense of ceremony, but it is different now. Now there is a child by her side, she should have Nothing can be missing.

   The little rabbit was grazing on the grass. This was the last time a child caught it. It was too small, and it didn't even have enough meat to stuff it between its teeth, so I kept it for the children to play with.

  Wen Xien took the quilt out to dry, the child took the pillow and brought out a wooden stool, and put the pillow on the wooden stool to dry.

   The snow on the ground melted and mixed with the dirt.

  Wen Xien was going to clean this broken house well, so the child followed behind his buttocks to help, cleaning the worn-out furniture and moving it out to dry.

   After the work was over, both of them were sweating from exhaustion. Wen Xien boiled a pot of hot water and helped the child take a bath first.

  The child grabbed the clothes and refused to go in.

   He said, "I wash myself."

   Wen Xien disagrees very much. How can a five-year-old child take a bath? Even if he can wash, he can't wash it cleanly, and Wen Xien is afraid that if the child washes by himself, what if he doesn't pay attention and catches a cold?

   The child blushed, grabbed his clothes tightly, and refused to take off his clothes no matter how Wen Xien coaxed him.

  Wen Xien was afraid of the cold water, so she said with a straight face: "If Xiaohua doesn't come in again, don't sleep with me. I won't blow you when your hands are itchy at night, and I won't take you out to play in the future."

   These words are all threats to disobedient children.

   The blood on the face of the 'child' who didn't know how many years he lived had faded by more than half. He liked to sleep with this person, and also liked to be treated like a baby by her.

  Miao Hua reluctantly observed Wen Xien's expression, seeing that she was very serious and had no intention of joking, so she had to take off her clothes reluctantly.

The weather was cold, Wen Xien didn't bathe the child often, afraid of freezing, so he simply wiped his body for him. Every time he wiped his body, the child would twist and toss. panting.

  The child took off his shoes, and stripped off his cotton-padded clothes. He loosened and tightened his hand gripping the waistband of his pants.

  Wen Xien looked really funny, "Xiaohua, hurry up, the water is getting cold."

   He climbed into the barrel with his hands and feet, and turned his back.

  The child has many scars of different shades on his thin body, most of which are on the back, which are thin and long, criss-crossing, maybe they were left when he was wandering outside.

   Wen Xien stared at it for a few seconds, wiped it with a cloth, "Put out your hand."

  The child obediently put his hand outside the wooden barrel. His hand was itchy and he couldn't scratch it if he wanted to.

  The skin on the surface of the frostbite on the child's hand is ulcerated, so hot water should not be used to soak it, otherwise it will easily lead to secondary bacterial infection of the wound.

  Wen Xien wipes the skin around the frostbite with warm water every day, then washes the frostbite wound with salt water, and then applies the ointment, but it still doesn't help.

   This made Wen Xien very puzzled, so every time he suspected that the child was secretly playing with cold water behind her back, otherwise why would it get worse?

  The child stared at his ugly hand, without any disgust, on the contrary, he was very happy, inexplicably a little creepy.

   "Raise your neck a little higher."

  Miao Hua raised his neck vigorously to make it easier for Wen Xien to wipe, and grabbed the edge of the barrel with both hands.

  Wen Xien used a towel to rub with a little strength, rubbing out a pile of mud, and the water became cloudy. This child is really dirty, and he must not be able to wash it.

   "The arm is raised."

  The child lifted up obediently, and Wen Xien wiped it again. The child probably felt itchy and kept shaking. Wen Xien looked up and saw the child's face twisted, like a smile but not like a smile.

Wen Xien looked amused, he pulled the corners of his lips unconsciously, grabbed the little arm that was moving around with one hand, and Wen Xien patted his ass, "Don't move, I'm not easy to wash, it's really a mess. A little dirty cat."

  The child hung his head, his ears were red, he faltered, "...Itching."

   Wen Xien smiled: "Laugh when it itches, why is your expression like crying?"

  To be honest, Wen Xien has never seen a child smile after getting along with the child for such a long time. He has always had a childish face, as if someone owes him money.

  Wen Xien wanted to make the child laugh, so he always scratched his armpit lightly, but the child didn't smile, but his expression was a little grim, which made Wen Xien feel a little funny.

   After rubbing the child's body, the child held his face and covered his lower body, and looked at Wen Xien vigilantly, very alert.

  Wen Xien was helpless, and just helped the child wash it. Who would have thought that the child's reaction was so violent, so young, and his face was so thin, so cute.

   pulled the struggling child to wipe the water off his body, and touched him by the way, saying something cute.

   The child's face banged, all red, and his breathing became rapid, obviously he was not lightly angered.

  Wen Xien laughed out loud in disgrace, while dressing the child.

After taking a bath, the water in the wooden bucket was almost dark, and the child's body was also a lot whiter. After being smoked by hot water, there was a clean blush. He raised his arm to wipe the water from his face, and hurriedly hugged the dirty clothes. Went out, as if afraid that Wen Xien would do something strange again.

   (end of this chapter)