Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4081 When I was young (7)

  Humanly she is a monster, he said: "They treat you as a monster, you can't treat yourself as a monster.

Mr.    treats her very well and is also a teacher and friend.

  He is very knowledgeable and visionary. He taught her to read, paint, and teach her right and wrong in black and white; he told her about the great rivers and mountains, and the traditional customs; he restrained himself and returned his rituals but was not rigid, gentle and elegant.

  He is a little older, she has experienced a vast world, seen the spring fog and warm sun, has also seen rain, snow, wind and frost, seen all kinds of people, and encountered many things, so she is more calm and determined.

  He should be a literati, but he has the bones of a knight, and the word pedantic doesn’t touch him at all.

Mr.    is the husband, slutty and restrained, full of style, writing Spring and Autumn on the top of the mountain, sweeping away the clouds and the sun and the moon.

  He has studied a lot of books, and loves isolated books very much. He can read both the Analects of Rites and folk miscellaneous books. If he encounters interesting places, he will also tell her, and children’s favorite fairy tales will open his mouth.

Mr.    taught her a lot, so many things can benefit her a lifetime. He can also make people scared when he is severe, but most of them are calm and elegant. He would accompany her to do what she likes, buy her candied haws, make dumplings for her, coax her to sleep, coax her to take medicine, and also take Ranbai out to play, let her try various things and go out. Shi never forgets to bring back some interesting gadgets for her. They may not be expensive, but they are rare in the world.

  Xu is that he always treats her as a child, so naturally he is the one who indulges.

  Ranbai has always felt that her husband is the best husband in the world.

  It wasn't until winter that year when he couldn't afford to be ill, she discovered that the original husband was not perfect either.

  He can also be sick, tired, and willful.

  He also said that in fact, he is also a human, so you don’t need to take him so high.

  His name is Mo Chen.

  It's another winter.

November.

   is her birthday.

  Outside the window is a round of warm sun. Not long ago, there was a first snowfall, and there was snow dripping under the eaves of the attic.

  Light and shadow fell on the dressing table, blurring the two figures.

  The man in white clothes was slender, and he was holding on to a wooden comb, combing the hair of the sleepy girl.

  Long silver hair hangs down to the pale and thin ankles, like a waterfall flowing silver.

   "One comb is more joyful."

He said.

  "The second comb is Chang Anning."

  The sound is like broken jade knocking on ice, the clearer it sounds, the better it sounds.

   "Three combing years without worries."

  Snow white sleeves, gentle movements.

   "I want to comb my hair too." Ran Bai looked at herself in the mirror and the figure of the young man, and said seriously.

   "When our Abai grows up, come and comb her hair." He laughed, "Mister will be old then."

  He is a human, with a life span of more than a hundred years.

  The blood race is different, they will live forever and live forever.

   Ran Bai closed her eyes: "Mr. will never grow old."

   "Cheng Abai Jiyan."

  The person in the mirror is in white clothes, and the look is always gentle.

  Like a mirror in the sky.

  Ranbai was sulking alone, and didn't want to pay attention to him, turned his head and was coaxed by the little snowman piled up outside by Mo Chen.

   "Really not watching?"

   "Just take a look." Dyeing his mouth hard.

   "Thank you, Bai."

  He clothed her with fox fur, and the white fluff lined the girl's cheeks more pale and delicate, giving birth to a pair of pure **** eyes.

  Heavy snow is flying outside the attic, so benevolent and white.

  Snow was carved into a white-dyed appearance, holding a little rabbit, looking pitiful, lifelike in the sun.

Next to   , several snow-white rabbits were fabricated and turned around.

  "Why did you pinch me like this!" Dyeing frowned, his expression a little more vivid.

  I was still a child after all.

   "Doesn't this make us Abai a little more lively?" Mo Chen looked at the snow sculpture, then looked at her, warmly, "Very cute."

Mr.   's white clothes seemed to blend in with the color of snow, and the breeze was lingering in the moon.

   "I want to pinch too." She muttered lazily.

"good."

  It wasn't until the evening that dyed white was able to sculpt the outline of a snowman. Although he started to have a spoof mind, he still wanted to sculpt the snowman very seriously.

   "Awesome."

  He never stingy with praise and encouragement.

  Gentle upbringing and politeness to others, as if engraved in the bones of this person.

   Ran Bai glanced at him, but did not speak.

  At the time, she felt that this snowman was far less than one thousandth of her husband.

at dusk.

Mr.    personally made the cake and took the candles.

  "Taste Mr.'s craftsmanship."

  Before meeting her husband, Yen Bai had never had a cake that belonged to her. When she was with grandpa...and she will have time to finish her birthday in the future.

  "Every year and today, Abai will obediently eat the cake that Mr. made." He knew what she was thinking, calmly comforting, the voice was clear and the still water was deep, "Come to make a wish."

  "How old are you, sir, do you still believe this?" Ranbai had already learned to conceal her sad emotions, and looked at the cake indifferently.

  "As long as Mr. is here, whatever Abai wishes, it will work." Under the light, he smiled, "Would you like to worship me? Very clever."

  ——As long as the husband is there.

This sentence.

  Let Ranbai remember for a lifetime.

  So he was gone later.

  He broke his promise.

  He lied to her.

  Ranbai said that she didn't care, but her eyebrows were soft, she closed her eyes and made a pious wish.

  When she opened her eyes, her husband looked at her: "One year old, one gift, one inch of joy, but on a good day, it's good time."

   "We, Bai, have a happy birthday."

  There are only two people in the attic, but it is not empty.

  She no longer sits alone for a day.

  As long as the husband is there.

  ——‘Grandpa, I’m one year older. My husband taught me very well. Did you see that? ’

  Ranbai doesn’t like to listen to those red tapes and rules, but Mo Chen didn’t say it to her. Instead, she frowned and asked in a low voice: "Do you have to learn these?"

  "If you don't want to learn, you won't learn." He put down the book.

  As long as he is in one day, she will always be willful, ignorant of the generality, ignorance, and ignorance, so why not?

  Just be happy.

   "Mr. treats me so well, what should I do if you spoil me?"

  She is always worried about gains and losses, and she has no sense of security, so he coaxes her again and again: "Abai is worth it."

  He spends year after year with her, combing her hair, teaching her writing, celebrating her birthday together, spending New Year’s Eve together, playing snow with her, making dumplings, and making cakes.

  The light and shadow were flourishing that year, and his bones were elegant and square.

  Yanbai can't cook, so he didn't let Danbai take a step in the kitchen.

  He said: "Mr. has worked hard in cooking, and he will be very happy when he has the day to show it."

  Sometimes she would hold her face proudly and smiled and said that he was feeding her fat one by one.

  On New Year’s Eve, he made a lot of dumplings, made a variety of lively animals, accompanied her to the twelve o’clock in the evening, told her bedtime stories, and whispered good night.

  Ranbai listened to the deep voice in a daze before going to bed. It was not very real, as if it came from a very far away place.

  "May our Abai grow up, be generous, worry-free, disease-free, disaster-free, and trouble-free, and be happy every year."

she thinks.

So is Mr.   .

  　 Today is a sweet day, good night babies

  (End of this chapter)