wolf at every step

I stopped in astonishment, looking at the fiery red figure running towards me, I couldn't react.

What was he calling just now?

As if to test my doubts, he shouted again in a childish voice: "Mother—" The voice was urgent, and his expression was ready to cry.

Mother? !I stared at him dumbfounded, he was getting closer and closer to me, his little face was flushed when he ran, and his eyes were full of tears, as if he had been wronged a lot, he slipped his feet and lay face down when he didn’t pay attention go--

I rushed over to hold him, and when he looked up and saw that I was holding him, he rushed over and wrapped his short arms around my calf, whimpering and crying: "Mother—mother—you finally Come pick up Mumu—I don’t want to live here—I want to go home—I want to go home—”

"Mumu?!" He is Mumu?He called my mother...does he regard me as a sister?Am I that much like my sister?

I found out later that my sister also likes to wear white fox fur like this, and my face is indeed a little like my sister's.The child's ability to distinguish is low, and my sister and I are also blood relatives, so he feels that it is natural for him to be close to me.

Gently hugged Mu Mu who was crying so hard, I shackled him in my arms with one hand, and then wiped away his tears with the other hand: "Mu Mu is not crying, Mu Mu is very obedient and obedient Don’t you? We’re all men, we can’t cry at every turn, don’t you think so?”

Listening to what I said, the little guy stared at me for a while with teary eyes, and then nodded.The little hand stretched out, paused in the air, seemed to want to touch my cheek, but hesitated, tilted his head and looked at me carefully for a while, and then put the cool little hand on my face: "You are not mother... ..."

Seeing his disappointed look, I couldn't bear it, and felt extremely distressed, so I could only hug him tightly and rub his tender cheeks, and said softly: "That's right, I'm not mother, I'm uncle. Your mother Should I have mentioned me to you?"

"Uncle?" He blinked his big black and white eyes and nodded half-understanding, "But mother said that uncle is far away..."

"Now uncle is back, Mumu, don't you like staying in the palace?" I asked.

"Hmm!" He grabbed the clothes on my chest with his small hands and cried again, "I miss my mother... Mother hasn't come to see me for a long time... Daddy doesn't love me anymore... Grandpa is so fierce... Woo Woo...I don't want to stay here...Uncle...Can you take me home?"

"Mumu, don't think about it, mother and father love Mumu very much, but they are very busy now, Mumu should be good, they will come to see you soon. Let uncle accompany you first, okay?"

"Really? As long as I behave well, they will come to pick me up?" He asked cautiously.

"Yeah!" I nodded, and walked towards the hall with him in my arms, "Is Grandpa treating you well?"

"Well, grandpa treats Mumu very well, but he doesn't let Mumu go out of the palace and go home, and he wants Mumu to be some kind of prince... But Mumu doesn't want to be a prince..." He pouted his mouth dissatisfiedly, and suddenly blinked his eyes Blink, a bright light flashed, he put his arms around my stomach, and said coquettishly, "Uncle, Uncle, why don't you come to be the prince! Then Mumu can go home!"

I smiled weakly: "I still have to listen to my grandfather, uncle will try to tell him, okay?"

"Okay!" He broke into a smile, and his mind was quickly turned away. His cute little face was filled with the innocent smile of a child of this age. He stared at me for a long time, and suddenly leaned over and kissed me deeply on the cheek, " Uncle, you are so kind!"

I laughed too, from the bottom of my heart.

It is said that children express their feelings in the most direct and purest way. If they like it, they like it, and if they don’t like it, they don’t like it.

My whole heart has settled down, and I have a sense of closeness to my sister's own flesh and blood for no reason.

Looking at Mumu's innocent and lovely smile without a trace of dirt, I can't help but think of my two children. They should be so innocent and carefree, right?I really want to finish what I'm doing quickly, and then snatch the two children back, they belong to me, they shouldn't be taken away by Murong Ze and Leng Aotian!If we meet after they are sensible, maybe they won't get close to me again. I really can't compliment the kind of character that people like Murong Ze and Leng Aotian can raise...

"Uncle! Uncle!" Mumu's crisp calls pulled me back from my thoughts, he twisted his small body and said, "Put me down!"

I put him on the right side as I said, and he ran towards the inner room staggeringly, and came out with a lot of clothes after a while, I looked at him puzzled, he struggled to put the clothes on the low shelf outside, He smiled and said, "Uncle, these are clothes made by mother! She said they were for uncle! Tell Mumu to remember to keep them for uncle!"

My heart is sour and touched, sister... sister!You are still as good to me as ever...

"Uncle! Mother said that you like to wear red clothes, just like Mumu! Mumu also likes to wear red clothes! Here, this one looks good?" He kicked off his short boots, climbed up to the pile of clothes, Shaking off a fiery red shirt, inlaid with silver threads, it has a unique flavor.It really is my sister's handicraft, unique and charming.

I looked at the little nephew who was almost rolled into a ball with the clothes. He happily flipped through various clothes, handed them to me as if to please, and then asked me to try them on.

In order not to disappoint him, I took off my cloak and coat, and tried on the clothes my sister sewed for me one by one.

Qin Yizhi was at the side hesitating to speak, but I signaled to him that he was fine, but he remained silent, and continued to watch the two of us play around with calm eyes.

"Ah-choo--ah-choo--" I took off my clothes, and the cold outside forced me. I sneezed three times in a row, and my nose felt a little stuffed. Qin Yizhi stopped pampering me and took I took off my original clothes and cloak and wrapped me tightly.

"Xi'er, are you alright? You can try on these clothes when the weather is warmer. It's so cold now, and you'll catch the wind chill after tossing around like this." Qin Yizhi frowned and sighed helplessly.

I giggled and said, "It's okay, I've already tried them on. Sure enough, my sister knows my preferences best. I like them all. Take them home for me later!"

After I finished speaking, I regretted it, so I casually said the word 'home' to Qin Yizhi. When I woke up, he had already packed his clothes with a smile on his face, and replied repeatedly: "Okay, no problem!"

I rolled his eyes at him, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in my heart. I carefully sat down on the bedpost, Qin Yizhi caught my movement from the corner of my eye, dropped my clothes and walked over to support me, and said eagerly: "Xi'er, Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

I waved my hand and comforted me: "Fortunately, I'm a little out of breath. I'll be fine after sitting for a while."

Mumu next to me saw that my face was suddenly pale, my lips were blue and purple, and my big eyes were flickering with fear. He trotted two steps to my side, sat there on his knees, stretched out his small hand, and gently placed it on my chest, once and for all. Help me rub it, muttering to myself: "Uncle doesn't hurt, Mumu rubs it for you, the pain will fly away..."

"Mumu is so good." I smiled knowingly, thinking, maybe when my sister had a heart attack, he was also so obediently standing by my sister's side to help her through this difficult moment?

Qin Yizhi tacitly flipped over from me, took out the elixir he gave me back then, poured out two and handed it to my lips: "Take two medicines."

I nodded, opened my mouth to swallow the medicine he handed over, and closed my eyes to rest my mind.

Mumu's little hand pressed on my chest and gently rubbed it, he whispered: "Uncle...does it still hurt?"

"It's much better, Mumu is really amazing! The pain flew away." I replied with a smile.

He grinned, showing all his small white teeth, and proudly said: "When my mother is in pain, I let Mumu help her drive away the pain!" But as he spoke, his expression darkened again.

I thought that the news of my sister's death must have been hidden from him. I really don't know whether to hide it from him or tell him the truth.He is still so young, if he is told the truth, can he bear it?

"Mumu! Did you behave yourself today? Grandpa brought your favorite dessert today!" A majestic but deliberately soft voice came, and my heart was shocked, and I turned my head to look at the door.

It really is the father!

But no one outside reported it!

I was just about to stand up, but Mumu pressed me hard not to let me move, as if he knew exactly what to do and what not to do when a heart attack occurs.

Father met my gaze and froze in place. He stared at me incredulously, and hesitated for a long time before asking: "Luoer...Luoer, is that you?"

"Father! It's me!" I looked at the surprised father, and my eyes couldn't help but get moist.

Father, father, the years have left traces of vicissitudes on his face at a visible speed. He is no longer indifferent to me like before. I can see that he felt joy and guilt when he saw me appear. It is from the heart, it cannot be pretended.

"Luo'er!" Seeing me leaning against the bedpost and stroking my chest, my father's eyes froze. He took a few steps forward, came to my side, and asked in a low voice: "Luo'er...you...you also ..."

Mumu interjected beside him, "Grandpa! Uncle's pain was driven away by Mumu, and now it's gone!"

I also smiled: "Yes, father, it's all right now."

But the royal father said apologetically: "I'm sorry... Luoer... I'm sorry..."