Husband's Fingertips

Qiu Jiyan has not yet reached puberty, and his voice is still full of childishness, but the aloof and cold words are full of a kind of rebellion like a teenager.

The sadness on He Xiangning's face instantly intensified a bit.

Grandma hurriedly smoothed things over and whispered something to Qiu Jiyan, as if she wanted him to apologize to Xia Mu.

But the boy whose head was taller than Xia Mu's was indifferent and disdainful, and he didn't seem to regret what he said at all.

Just outside the window, there was a ray of sunlight shining on his body. Under the short black hair, that handsome face like a prince seemed to be plated with golden lace. His pair of deep eyes were fixed on him, as if no one was looking at him.

But Xia Mu, who has been staring at him carefully, knows that the eyes of that seemingly indifferent boy always fall on his stepmother in a vague way.

He suddenly felt a soreness in his heart that made him want to cry.

No matter what bad words the boy said, it didn't matter, because I understood him and understood him.

Because they are all children who have been separated from their biological mothers since childhood.

No one understands that kind of suffering better than them.

Moreover, Qiu Jiyan really has a unique smell that no child in Miaoxiang Town can see.

Probably because he was born in a noble family, well-informed, and dressed in fashion, in Xia Mu's view, Qiu Jiyan has an indescribably clean, tidy, neat and generous body.

What's more special is that there is a cold but not offensive arrogance between his brows.

Looking at herself and Mu Lin who were left unattended due to her stepmother's illness and busy family, Xia Mu shrank back a pair of cotton shoes that had become very dirty in embarrassment.

"Mom, there's not enough space at home, let Jiyan and Mu'er sleep in the same room, I'll take Lin'er to squeeze with you, I still have something to tell you."

He Xiangning's eyes darted around his son who had been separated for four years, as if he didn't want to leave every minute and every second.But she still had to be as sensible as possible. Mu Wenxuan went to the provincial capital to buy medicine for her. She had a lot to say to her mother about the past.

What's more, the son who came from afar seemed to be very resistant to him.

Xia Mu didn't cook the first dinner after her stepmother got sick.

When Qiu Jiyan's grandmother was busy with a table of meals and called the children to the table, Xia Mu, who had always been quiet, couldn't help sniffing hard, while the little Mu Lin quickly grabbed a big chicken leg inside.

Qiu Jiyan gave the little dirty boy holding the chicken leg a cold look.

Mu Lin saw his eyes, and stared back without fear, biting the chicken leg forcefully as if protesting.

"Uneducated."

Qiu Jiyan's voice was very low, but Xia Mu, who had been focusing on him, could hear him clearly.

He glanced at Qiu Jiyan who was sitting in front of the table. The boy who was two years younger than him seemed to be older than him.

But Xia Mu smiled slightly in his heart, he knew that under the solemn face of this stern young man, there was actually a heart of jealousy with his half-brother.

Grandma lovingly put the other chicken leg into Xia Mu's bowl. This two-year-old child, although stuttering, thin, and silent, was busy like an adult during the period when his daughter was ill. All the housework, and at the same time taking care of the naughty younger brother.

Xia Mu gave Qiu Jiyan the chicken leg right away.

"Brother... let's eat, he...he is young."

Qiu Jiyan picked up the bowl and evaded, "I don't want it, he's even smaller than me, so hurry up and eat yours."

"I want it! Brother, I want it too!"

Mu Lin, who had already gnawed off a chicken leg, yelled loudly when he saw the chicken leg stopped in mid-air.

Qiu Jiyan glanced at him, stretched out his chopsticks, and pressed the chicken leg back into Xia Mu's bowl.

"Do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, I will throw it away!"

"Eat...I eat!"

night.

Qiu Jiyan followed Xia Mu to his small room.

There are two quilts on the double bed. The quilts were just changed by Xia Mu before, and they look clean.

"You... rest... rest for a while, I... I'll go fetch water."

Xia Mu called Qiu Jiyan a basin of warm footwashing water.

"I don't know how to wash socks." Qiu Jiyan, who had washed his feet and sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the two white socks on one side and said calmly.

"I...I'll give you...wash."

Seeing Xia Mu squatting on the ground rubbing his socks, Qiu Jiyan pursed his mouth, wanted to say something, but swallowed it anyway.

He opened a quilt and just stretched his hand in, "Why is it so cold!"

The simple home in a remote town cannot be compared with his luxurious and warm mansion in the capital.

"You...you don't go in...wait...wait a while."

Xia Mu quickly took out a set of collected Doraemon comic books and handed it to Qiu Jiyan. He took off his coat and got into Qiu Jiyan's quilt.

"What are you doing?"

A pair of black sword eyebrows frowned on the boy's cold face.

"I... warm my brother... warm the bed every day, I'm used to it, you... wait a minute, I'll warm you up... sleep again."

Qiu Jiyan didn't say thank you, nor did he change his face, it seemed that Xia Mu's actions were only his own willingness and had nothing to do with him.

His eyes seemed to return to the comics, but the corner of his eyes swept lightly over the boy under the quilt.

During the holiday, the children almost slept until they woke up naturally, but Xia Mu got up early.Dad is not at home, and his stepmother is sick. He is used to cooking breakfast for the whole family.

In the kitchen, the Qiu family's grandmother had almost finished breakfast, so he asked him to go back to sleep for a while.

When he returned to the room, he didn't feel sleepy, but lay beside Qiu Jiyan, staring intently at the boy who was still asleep.

Strange to say, this young man who has no blood relationship with him at all, even though the first sentence he met gave him a blow, but he didn't feel disgusted or disgusted with him anyway.

On the contrary, perhaps it was the great love and care she had received from her stepmother over the years, as well as a certain sense of sympathy for the same disease, that made Xia Mu have an inexplicable feeling for the stepmother and her ex-husband's son, this indifferent but lonely boy. Kind affection.

Still ignorant, he doesn't know what kind of affection it is, he only knows that he likes Qiu Jiyan, not like he likes his younger brother Mu Lin, but an indescribable feeling.

Qiu Jiyan had a conflict with Mu Lin the next day.

Originally under the repeated urging of his grandmother, although he was very disgusted with this brother from the same mother who was always sticking to He Xiangning, he didn't bother to quarrel with a four-year-old child.

However, Mu Lin doesn't have the slightest bit of Xia Mu's personality. Although he is only four years old, he is an out-and-out grinder, a bully.

After Qiu Jiyan and Xia Mu had breakfast, they started to do their holiday homework, and Mu Lin started to crawl around under their desk.Every time he got to Qiu Jiyan's place, he had to step hard on his foot.

Qiu Jiyan frowned, endured it a few times, and finally stepped back when Mu Lin stretched out his foot again.

The disparity in power caused Mu Lindeng to suffer a lot.

After Xiaobawang rolled on the spot crying and howling, Qiu Jiyan was told by his grandmother, but he raised his eyebrows and gave Mu Lin a disdainful look.

As a result, the climax came at night.

Looking at Xia Mu who was washing his socks, Qiu Jiyan suddenly thought of the warm bed after being warmed by him last night.This little stutter looks a bit messy, but there seems to be a faint body odor in the warm quilt.

The smell was in the heart of the ten-year-old Qiu Jiyan. He didn't know what kind of feeling it was. He only knew that the smell slowly seeped in from his nostrils, making him relax inexplicably, and soon fell asleep.

With the aftertaste of last night's smell, Qiu Jiyan lifted the quilt, secretly thinking, should he emphasize that the quilt is cold?

"God, what is this?"

He who has always been indifferent couldn't help but yelled out loud.

There was a large puddle of water stains in his quilt, and when the quilt was lifted, a strong smell of urine hit his face.

It must be that little bastard Mu Lin!

Qiu Jiyan's two deep eyes almost burst into flames.

He got up and was about to get out of bed and go to the next room to settle accounts with that little bastard, Xia Mu, who had already understood it, hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't... don't go, Aunt He finally... finally fell asleep today, don't... bother her! It's Mu Lin's fault, I...I apologize for him, okay?"

Qiu Jiyan looked at Xia Mu who was holding his hands tightly in a hurry. The other person's face was very thin and dry, and his eyes seemed very big. Now those big eyes were full of pleading and urgency.

He softened inexplicably.

"Then how do I sleep?"

"Let's... let's sleep in the same bed, okay?"

Xia Mu felt his face heat up slightly after saying these words.

Qiu Jiyan hesitated for a moment, looked at the hands that were slowly loosening his grip, and nodded.

"Row."

The feeling of two people huddled together in a quilt is obviously much warmer than sleeping alone.

"It's not cold to sleep like this, or else, let's sleep like this in the future!"

Qiu Jiyan yawned and seemed to say something casually.

"Yes... yes,"

Xia Mu found that her heart was beating violently for no reason.

In order to avoid the pee nest on one side, the two of them first moved the quilt so that it was very close to the bed.

But the space for two people is even smaller.

With his back to Qiu Jiyan, he was close to the bed, and the small space made the boy almost stick to him.

Xia Mu felt his calm and steady breath blowing over her ears, blowing to her neck and behind her ears, it was hot and itchy.

He didn't dare to move at all, but felt like a spring was installed in his heart, it jumped up and down again.

"What did you rub on your body? It smells weird."

Qiu Jiyan stuck his nose to the back of Xia Mu's neck and sniffed hard.

"No... I didn't wipe anything."

"Oh, go to sleep."

Xia Mu let out a "huh" and looked out of the window. The moon tonight was big and round, as beautiful as a sweet dream.