Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 303 People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless

Despite being blocked by an umbrella, the master and apprentice walked all the way, with a lot of snow foam on their bodies.

Touching the warmth of the body, the snow foam melted, and it was wet and cold.

As soon as he entered the Hehu Xiaozhu, Xie Wudi took off the snow-blocking robe for Mo Xiaowan, regardless of the fact that he was still wet, and roasted it on the stove.

She bent down again, took off her boots very naturally, and put them on the stove to bake together.

After finishing this, he thoughtfully made a cup of hot tea for Mo Xiaowan.

"Xiaowan waits first, and changes into dry clothes for the teacher."

Xie Wudi turned around and went into the inner bedroom, Mo Xiaowan stared at his feet on the stove, just now with a natural expression like Master, he held her feet and put them on the stove shelf.

He does it like it's a matter of course.

Mo Xiaowan wondered why he was so kind to him?

Thinking of the 16 years in the previous life, although it was so short, her parents only wanted to squeeze her potential, forcing her to take this interest class, that acting class, and only her real brother gave her warmth.

And the feeling Master gave her, that slight bending action reminded her of the memory hidden deep in her heart.

I thought of the boy who bent over to tie her shoelaces for her, the warm back when he squatted down.

These touched the deepest string in my heart, and the tears that Mo Xiaowan had been holding back fell down like broken beads.

Xie Wudi changed into a set of dry clothes and came out, and saw that Mo Xiaowan was standing on the stove, his feet were slightly bent, his soft body leaned gently on his legs, and his shoulders were still twitching.

she cried?
He tentatively called her softly: "Little bowl!"

Mo Xiaowan immediately buried his head so deep that he was between his knees.

"Master just found out today that Xiao Wan loves to cry so much?"

Xie Wudi took a handkerchief and patted her on the shoulder: "Wipe it quickly, you are almost turning into a little cat. Xiao Lang said that crying will make you ugly."

Mo Xiaowan didn't move, his shoulders twitched even more.

This sentence made her suppressed emotion vent out with tears...

"As a teacher, I remember that at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Xiaowan recited a poem. People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

"Things are impermanent, and there is no permanent banquet in the world, so we must look down on gatherings and separations..."

This issue was discussed when he sent her back to Ya Feng Yuan some time ago.

Yes, things are impermanent!
People should be indifferent to the gathering and separation in the world.

Cherish it when you get together by fate, and bless and care for each other when you are separated from each other.

She understands this truth.

But people are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?

No matter how nostalgic and reluctant, the person who should leave will always leave, whether it is the warm young man hidden deep in memory, or the mother who loves her and sacrificed her life to protect her, Feng Zimo, and the master beside her, Uncle Xuanyuan and Xiao Lang...

Thinking of what Uncle Lu said, after the heavy snowfall, Uncle Xuanyuan will rush back to the Eight Princes' Mansion soon, and Mo Qianlang also said that he will enter Nanshan Academy in the coming year.

Mo Xiaowan's sad mood got better again, and his shoulders were not so twitched anymore.

She cried so much that Xie Wudi was at a loss as well. He was born in the cold and ruthless palace. Since he was sensible, he had to wear a mask to show others.

I have also seen different women cry, but it was all just for the sake of favor.

But no one has ever cried like Xiao Wan.

I always thought that she was the kind of girl who was so stubborn that she would not cry easily, but the last time Mo Qianlang appeared, and today, seeing her cry so recklessly, it was a bit like a landslide.

Emperor Xie Wudi's heart lake, which had always been calm, was slightly turbulent.

He coaxed her rather helplessly: "Xiao Wan will cry again, these snacks will be given to Qing Dai!"

(End of this chapter)