Eternal First Son-in-law

After leaving Jixia Academy, Qin Qingmu didn't return to his residence. She asked Xu Wuzhou if he could walk with her in Jicheng.

Naturally, Xu Wuzhou would not refuse this proposal when it was a pleasure to accompany the girl you like on a stroll in the courtyard. Just curious, Qin Qingmou has always been quiet, not a person who likes to hang out.

During a period of time in Jicheng, Xu Wuzhou never really visited this city built on Taoism.

This city is charming. If you calm down, you can feel a different kind of prosperity and beauty.

With a beautiful woman with him, Xu Wuzhou felt more relaxed and relaxed.

When strolling around Jicheng, I sometimes buy snacks. The only thing that is not perfect is that he is a road idiot, who goes the wrong way from time to time, and always needs to keep asking people for directions.

Along the way, Xu Wuzhou held Qin Qingmu's hand. Qin Qing's eyes were shy and wanted to struggle, but there was a faceless opponent of Xu Wuzhou, and in the end he could only be led by Xu Wuzhou by a rogue, but really wanted a pair of intimate lovers to enjoy their leisure time.

Xu Wuzhou strolled along the well-known landmarks in Jicheng, buying some girly gadgets for Qin Qingmou from time to time on the way.

Although Qin Qingmu said every time, ‘She’s not a little girl’, Xu Wuzhou could still notice the joy in his eyes.

When I arrived at a koi shop, I watched the fish for a while. I went to another martial arts arena and watched the martial arts duel for a while. I went to a snack bar again and ate some steamed tofu and preserved eggs.

Seeing the sky darken, the two walked around at will, and finally walked to a teahouse of a storyteller. The two sat down in one of the corners outside, casually ordered some inferior tea, and listened to the storyteller telling a lingering love story.

After Xu Wuzhou heard it, he curled his lips, thinking that he would go up and say that it was better than what he said. But to pass the time, Xu Wuzhou didn't pick it up, sitting quietly with Qin Qingmou in the noisy teahouse, which was really different.

The storyteller’s grievances and hatred were too old-fashioned, Xu Wuzhou listened indifferently, drinking tea and looking around, but was attracted by a child not far away.

This is a little boy, not very big, about seven or eight years old. On a piece of paper in front of him, there is a small pile of sand. The little boy's eyes are staring straight at the pile of sand, his expression is tangled, his eyes are full of grievances. There were teardrops swirling in it, and he was blinking hard to keep the teardrops from falling.

When Xu Wuzhou saw Qin Qing drinking tea, his eyes fell on the storyteller, listening intently. He smiled, women are always easier to be routine for these lingering stories of grievances and hatreds. Although Qin Qingmou was icy and smart, she was still a woman.

"Who bullied you?" Xu Wuzhou knelt down and said to the little boy.

The little boy glanced at Xu Wuzhou, then at the sand, stubbornly pursing his mouth, still refusing to let the tears flow down, just shook his head.

"No one is bullying you, what is it for?" Xu Wuzhou smiled and took a glass of water and handed it to the little boy. "Would you like some water?"

The little boy shook his head again.

"Go home sooner if it's okay, it's getting dark soon, and you're looking for you at home." Xu Wuzhou said to the little boy.

When Xu Wuzhou was talking to the little boy, Qin Qing's eyes fell on him, looking at Xu Wuzhou's patient and warm appearance, her beautiful face unconsciously smiled.

The little boy stubbornly shook his head: "Sister Zhuang Fang wants me to count the pile of sand before letting me play with her."

Xu Wuzhou was startled, then smiled: "Who is Sister Zhuang Fang? Your favorite girl!"

Speaking of this, the little boy's eyes shone, and he nodded vigorously.

Qin Qingmu couldn't help laughing when he heard this. How old is he, is he seven years old? Just learn that adults like girls.

Seeing that the little boy was almost crying because of this, the more funny he felt. If he wasn't too young, he would be more affectionate with what the storyteller just said.

Looking at the sand in front of him, it was obvious that the girl named Zhuang Fang didn't like him and didn't want to play with him.

Qin Qingmou didn't take this seriously. The children's likes and dislikes came and went quickly, making it fun to play.

"Do you want to count these sands?" Xu Wuzhou asked the little boy with a smile.

"I like Sister Zhuang Fang, I want to play with her." The little boy looked at the pile of sand, his eyes staring at the pile of sand again, "I want to count clearly, but there is too much sand."

"I'll help you, how about counting clearly with you?" Xu Wuzhou asked the boy.

Qin Qing kept watching, and couldn't help but said at this moment: "You are crazy, how can you count the sand? So many, when do you have to count?"

Xu Wuzhou did not answer Qin Qingmiao, still looking at the little boy and said, "How about? Do you want to count?"

Seeing someone help him, the boy nodded vigorously, full of expectations.

Qin Qing looked at Xu Wuzhou as a fool and counted the sand with the little boy. He was a little bit dumbfounded. He whispered in Xu Wuzhou's ear: "The kid is playing around, maybe I will forget about it tomorrow. It's the girl deliberately. Find an excuse."

"I know." Xu Wuzhou replied.

"Then you still count?"

"It's impossible to count the sand that can change anything, but liking someone is never a joke. Maybe after telling her the answer, she still won't play with him, and still won't like him. But at least he will grow up and live in the future. When making him care about gains and losses, he can still remember that he also used to be silly and purely like a person."

Qin Qing listened to Xu Wuzhou's silly words, and she stood there blankly, looking at the young man who was counting the sand, with water vapor in her eyes.

Qin Qing wiped the corners of his eyes and sat there quietly, his eyes never leaving Xu Wuzhou.

He is so shameless and slippery many times, but many times he is so stupid. Qin Qingmou wouldn't be moved by Xu Wuzhou's strength or the duel between her and the bookworm.

But he was moved by his delicate thoughts.

So, is this the purity of his stupid treatment of himself all these years?

Qin Qingmou had been accompanied by two people with sand, the teahouse had already been closed, and the sky had already darkened. But the two of them were still counting one thousand and one thousand pieces of sand and jumping for joy.

When the last piece of sand was counted, the little boy's face was filled with excitement: "The total is 13,846, brother, did I make a mistake?"

"It's not wrong. I'll take you home. You can sleep well and tell her tomorrow morning." Xu Wuzhou faced the little boy.

The little boy nodded vigorously, with a smile on his face, and jumped home happily with the sand. Xu Wuzhou sent him back to see his anxious parents. Xu Wuzhou randomly found an excuse for him to get lost and watched him return home.

"In fact, with full of anticipation, it is also very beautiful to have a good dream. At least, I will be very happy tonight."

Qin Qing's eyes behind Xu Wuzhou, listening to these words, looked at the shining moonlight, and suddenly felt full of warmth.

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