Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

Baby Wei chubaba grabs Du Zhang's arm and looks at Du Cao. It's obvious that he wants to go back with Du Cao.

Du grass directly ignored the pathetic little eyes, poked its small head, said with a smile: "you see how much grandma likes you, heartless little thing, go back with grandma quickly."

Du Zhang's smile, pulling Du Cao into Du Cao's room: "Cao Er, there's something grandma wants to ask you."

Du Cao seldom looked at Du Zhang's serious appearance, but he was nervous: "grandma, what's the matter? I'm a little scared when you are so serious."

"Silly boy, what are you afraid of?" Du Zhang looked at the grass white, and then said: "cypress said that he would join the army in the next year, grandma asked you, what do you think?"

Unexpectedly, it was this matter. Du Cao dropped her eyes and said in a low voice: "of course, I hope brother cypress can accompany me at home. We grow up together, get married when we are old, and then live our life with Meimei. But brother cypress is a nine day eagle, and I can't delay him."

In the last life, cypress was a great general in a famous town. How could he stay in this small mountain village all the time?

Hearing this, Du Zhang looked at Du Cao with some heartache: "you are a child. If you really like cypress, you have to leave him. The swords and swords on the battlefield have no eyes. Who knows, they will live or die in the future."

"Grandma, brother cypress has his own ideas. I can't force him." In Du Cao's heart, love is respect and understanding. Even if she is very reluctant, she can't be a stumbling block for brother cypress.

"Oh, grandma, it's all in the future. Don't think about it. It's getting late. Go back to bed quickly." Du Cao didn't want to let Du Zhang talk about it endlessly, so he quickly changed the topic.

Du Zhang knew that although Du Cao was young, she was a girl with a clear idea. She nodded, held her baby and went out together.

Although Du Cao's mouth is hard, there is only one person left now, and there is still something bad in his heart.

Reason told her that the development of cypress should not be hindered.

But at the end of the last life, the fate of cypress was

If we can prevent him from joining the army now, can we prevent the tragedy behind?

Du Cao's head is full of confused thoughts, and his whole head is about to explode.

Irritable opened the quilt, went down to the ground, opened the door and went out. She had to breathe, otherwise she would be crazy.

Sitting on the stone at the door, a gust of cold wind blows, reddening the tip of Du Cao's nose, and making Du Cao sober and calm a lot.

All of a sudden, ducao heard the sound of a flute. Although the sound was very low, it was very nice.

Is there anyone who can play flute in this remote area?

Du Cao felt curious. He followed the sound of the flute and walked all the way to the hill not far away. In the distance, Du Cao saw the boy playing the flute.

A purple dress, long hair fluttering, a flute blowing out the infinite desolation.

Under the moonlight, the young man's facial features have become a lot softer, looking gentle and quiet, independent.

What a graceful and elegant person!

Du Cao sighed in his heart, this season's posture of lyric ink is really invincible.

Feeling someone coming, Ji Shumo puts away his flute and looks at it on guard. Shengsheng interrupts the beautiful picture.

Du Cao didn't expect that Ji Shumo would suddenly stop, or that Ji Shumo would suddenly turn back. He was startled and explained in some confusion: "I didn't mean to peek at you, I just, just..." Du Cao didn't know what he was nervous about. Anyway, he couldn't say the words behind.

Ji Shumo frowned and looked at the flustered Du Cao: "it's so late. Why do you come out running when you don't sleep?"

"Where did I run?" Du Cao Bai Ji Lyric ink one eye, rightfully said: "besides, you are not also outside?"? What flute do you play in the middle of the night? To the ghosts? "

Ji Shumo's eyes darkened, with intense sadness hidden under his eyes. His voice was low and trembling: "yes, it's for ghosts."

At this moment, looking at Ji's sad eyes, Du Cao seems to have been tongue cut and can't say a word.

Ji Shumo laughed at himself and turned to leave.

Du grass this just returned to God, hurried to catch up: "I don't mean that, you blow very good, really."Ji Lyric ink did not stop, just light point a head: "well."

What's the matter with the child today?

I'm used to Ji's arrogance. For a moment, I'm not used to this clever Ji.

"Well, what's the matter with you?" Du Cao grabbed Ji's arm and said, "I said it. I didn't mean to laugh at you."

Ji Shumo looked at Du Cao's sincere eyes, sighed, shook his head and said in a low voice: "nothing. I'm in a bad mood. It's nothing to do with you."

in bad mood?

Du Cao thinks it's very strange. This season's lyric has always been a cold person. Besides fighting with himself, he looks like a living person. Other times, he seems to be a walking corpse. Can such a person be in a bad mood?

"I said, little boy, when you are young, do you know what a bad mood is? Come on, talk to my sister about why I'm in a bad mood. Let's talk about it. My sister is happy. " Du Cao is heartless, leaning on Ji Lyric Mo, smiling.

If at ordinary times, Ji Lyric ink will be merciless to accept back, but today, Ji Lyric ink heard this, eyes suddenly red, tears brush, fell down, hard hit on the back of Du Cao's hand.

Du Cao seems to have been scalded for a while. He quickly takes back his hand and looks at Ji Lyric Mo incredulously. Only then can he find that Ji Lyric Mo is already in tears.

So, what's going on?

The child has always wanted face. He has never seen him cry.

Du Cao was also flustered. She quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped Ji's tears in a flurry: "darling, don't cry, don't cry, I'm joking with you, my sister is teasing you."

Ji Lyric ink heard sister two words, cry more fierce, finally, no matter what face is not face, forced to embrace Du Cao, sobbing.

Is the child aiming at something?

Du Cao was held in his arms by Ji xumo, and his whole body became stiff.

Before two people are not without hugs, even in a bed a quilt sleep, but this rigid feeling is the first time.

Du Cao felt that her heart beat disorderly, and subconsciously reached out to push him away. However, she couldn't help but patted him on the back to comfort him.

Ji Lyric ink vent enough, this just let go of Du grass, red face: "don't tell others."

What's the time to lose face?