Mint-Stained Shirt

Xiao Yu'an never liked to eat torches, he thought they were too greasy, so Xiao Jincheng ate all the torches in the refrigerator.Mingshu handed him the torch, and his palm was iced, and then he heard Mingshu's words, "brother eat mint ice".

When Mingshu said this, his head was raised, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be flattering.Mingshu is indeed a younger brother, and he can only be a younger brother when he is with Xiao Jincheng, but he didn't expect Mingshu to call himself a younger brother, and he said it quite naturally.

Xiao Yu'an couldn't help laughing, and teased, "What did you call yourself just now?"

Mingshu thought for a while, "Brother?"

He actually didn't mean to say that, he just called Brother Xiao Yu'an, and then subconsciously picked up a younger brother. He wanted to be a child of the Xiao family for too long, but this time he was finally led in by Xiao Yu'an. wish?

But when Xiao Yu'an asked such a question, he felt ashamed again.Obviously not the younger brother yet, Xiao Yu'an didn't even say he was the younger brother yet, so why did he call him himself.

Wanting to understand this, Mingshu blushed, lowered his head, scratched the wrapping paper of the mint ice with his fingers, and stopped talking.

The weather was too hot, and in just a short while, the wrapping paper was covered with a large piece of ice water.The more Xiao Yuan looked at Mingshu, the more amusing he found it. Before that, he had never realized that having a younger brother was such an amusing thing.He took the mint ice away from Mingshu, and put it back into the refrigerator together with the torch.Mingshu immediately raised his head, let out a soft cry, and looked at the refrigerator eagerly, reluctant to part with the mint ice, stretched out his hand, but retracted it, embarrassed to take it.

Xiao Yu'an said, "You think I won't let you eat it?"

Mingshu blinked, hummed, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Xiao Yu'an felt that he had teased the child hard, this is not good, and if he continued to tease, he would be bullying.He took out another mint ice cream, peeled off the packaging bag, and handed it to Mingshu, "You took that one just now for a long time, it's almost melted, eat this one."

How else can a child of a certain age be like a dog? Mingshu's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he pretended to be happy, took a sip of mint ice, and said to Xiao Yu'an, "Thank you brother!"

It's so fun to eat ice cream.Xiao Yuan also took one for himself, which was also mint ice.In fact, he doesn't eat mint ice very much, and prefers white ice cream.The white sorbet is not sorbet frozen in plain water, it is ice cubes. The white sorbet is just the lightest sweet, white and translucent piece, not as strong as mint ice.

The two brothers were sitting on a low stool in the kitchen eating ice, the cicadas were chirping outside, and Xiao Jincheng was also chirping. Ming Shu looked outside while eating, not eating as fast as Xiao Yu'an.The mint ice melted in a while, and when Xiao Yu'an finished eating, he saw Ming Shu's hands dipped in mint water, blue and green, without paper to wipe, so he lowered his head and licked it.Xiao Yu'an just thought it was nice to have a younger brother, but now he hates it again. Why do children not like to be clean?

"Come here." Xiao Yuan pointed to the sink, "Wash your hands."

Mingshu is much more sensitive than children of the same age, and seeing that Xiao Yuan was bothering him, he hurried to the pool.

He wasn't born sensitive either. Other kids played wildly outside all day and didn't have the energy to think about things. He didn't have a playmate, so he could only gamble with himself on who would win a fight and who would lose. Think about why your parents don't come to see you, why your grandparents don't like you, after thinking about it for a long time, you will become more thoughtful.

Xiao Yu'an hardly showed his dislike, and just said something casually, and he found out what it meant.But the sink was too high for him to wash.The sink at home is also high, but he has a small bench for stepping on. Every time he needs to wash his hands or wash other things, he moves the bench over there without help from others.

This time he looked around, there were benches, but they were for sitting on, and he didn't dare to step on them.If you don't step on it, you can't wash your hands. My brother doesn't like sticky hands.

Mingshu didn't know what to do, so he groaned when he was anxious.

Xiao Yu'an kicked a bench for Ming Shu to step on.Mingshu shook his head.Xiao Yu'an said, "How can you wash it if you don't step on it?"

Mingshu muttered, "This is for sitting."

On the one hand, Xiao Yu'an felt that this child was troublesome, and on the other hand, he felt that trouble was trouble, but he was quite polite.The bench can't be stepped on, and the legs are too short, so what should I do if I can't wash it?Hug up the head office.

Ming Shu hadn't been hugged so often before, when Xiao Yuan picked him up, he was frightened, and subconsciously grabbed Xiao Yuan's shoulder.Now it's all right, a mint handprint is instantly printed on the white shirt, blue-green blue-green, it smells good when you smell it.

"I'm sorry!" Mingshu quickly apologized, "Brother, you scared me to death, so I caught you!"

Xiao Yu'an was quite speechless, who is scaring whom?

He likes this white shirt very much, and he has never worn it a few times, and he would hate it even if it was stained with a little dust. Now when he saw the five finger prints on his shoulder, his heart suddenly became angry.But Mingshu's eyes were wet, but he apologized to him vigorously, and his ignited fire was drowned out in one go.If you spend a shirt, just spend it. What can you do with a 5-year-old crying bag?The time we spent together was only this afternoon, and Mingshu never cried with him, but it was probably because Mingshu's big eyes were too watery, and his eyelids couldn't bear the grievance inside, so he unilaterally decided that Mingshu was a crying bag.

"Okay, wash your hands." Xiao Yu'an hugged Ming Shu and turned around, turned on the faucet, and asked Ming Shu to wash his hands.

Mingshu was serious about everything he did, and rushed to flush the water until Xiao Yuan said that the skin was about to be rubbed off, then he withdrew his hand and whispered, "Brother, the clothes are dirty."

I also know that the clothes are dirty.Xiao Yu'an was amused, and put him on the ground, "Aren't you in a hurry to go home?"

It's still early, around 3 o'clock.

Mingshu shook his head.He is not in a hurry, he doesn't even want to go home, although this is the first time he has come to Xiao's house, but he likes Xiao's yard, and Xiao's refrigerator, there is a good smell in the house, he wants to be ashamed Be thicker, just tell Xiao Yuan—brother, I will live in your house, okay?

I will be your younger brother, and in the future when you fight with brother Muting, I will be your little helper, and I will hug brother Jincheng's leg.

But not only is he thin-skinned, but he is also timid, so it is absolutely impossible for him to say such words.

"I'm not going home." That's what you can say.

Xiao Yu'an nodded, ready to go upstairs and change.But as soon as he walked out of the kitchen, there was the sound of pattering footsteps behind him.When Xiao Yu'an looked back, Ming Shu was following him like a tail.

Mingshu was a little anxious, "Brother, where are you going?"

Xiao Yu'an was troubled by someone, and his grandparents didn't care where he went, but the kid who stained his clothes was still in charge?He pointed to the small bench in the kitchen and ordered, "Sit there."

Mingshu groaned again, reached out and gently pulled Xiao Yuan's shirt corner, "Then where are you going?"