Chapter 4081

Everyone said she was a monster. He said, "they think you are a monster. You can't think of yourself as a monster.

He treated her very well, both as a teacher and as a friend.

He was knowledgeable and farsighted, taught her to read and paint, and taught her right and wrong; Tell her about great rivers and mountains and traditional customs; He is polite but not rigid, gentle and funny.

He is a little older than her. He has experienced a vast world, seen spring fog and warm sun, rain, snow, wind and frost, all kinds of people and many things, so he is more calm and firm.

He should be a scholar, but he has a chivalrous skeleton. The word pedantry has nothing to do with him.

Mr. is Mr. debauchery and convergence. He is a man of character. He writes the spring and Autumn on the top of the mountain, clears the clouds and embraces the sun and the moon.

He dabbled in a lot of books and loved single books. He could read both the Analects of rites and folk miscellaneous books. If he met interesting places, he would tell her, and the fairy tales loved by children would come.

Mr. Wang taught her a lot, so much so that she could benefit her whole life. When he was strict, he would make people afraid, but most of them were calm and gentle. He will accompany her to do what she likes, buy her candied haws, make her dumplings, coax her to sleep, coax her to take medicine, and sneak out with dyed white to let her try all kinds of things. When he goes out, he never forgets to bring her back some interesting gadgets. It may not be expensive, but it is rare in the world.

Maybe he always treated her as a child, and naturally he was the one who connived.

Ranbai always thinks that Mr. is the best Mr. in the world.

It was not until he fell ill that winter that she found that her husband was not perfect.

He will also be ill, tired and willful.

He also said that in fact, he is also a human being, so you don't have to look at him so high.

His name is mo Chen.

Another winter.

November.

It's her birthday.

Outside the window is a warm sun. There was a first snow not long ago, and snow water was dripping under the eaves of the attic.

The light and shadow fell on the dresser, blurring the figure of the two Taoists.

The man, dressed in white and spotless, was clinging to a wooden comb to comb the sleepy girl's hair.

The long silver hair hung down to the pale thin ankle, like a waterfall flowing silver.

"A comb is a joy."

He said.

"Two combs are long and peaceful."

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

"Worry free at the age of three."

Snow White sleeves, gentle movements.

"I'll comb my husband's hair, too." Ranbai looks at herself in the mirror and the figure of a young man and says seriously.

"When our a Bai grows up, come and comb your husband's hair." He smiled. "Then the gentleman will be old."

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

Blood families are different. They live forever.

Dyed white closed her eyes: "Sir will never be old."

"Accept ah Baiji's words."

The man in the mirror is dressed in white and looks gentle forever.

Like a mirror.

Ranbai sulks alone and doesn't want to talk to him. He turns around and is coaxed by the little snowman piled by Mo Chen outside.

"Really don't you see?"

"Just take a look." Dyed white and hard.

"Thank you, Bai."

He covered her with fur, white fur against the girl's cheeks, more pale and delicate, and gave birth to a pair of pure blood eyes.

It was snowing outside the attic, and my eyes were white.

The snow was carved white, holding a little rabbit. It looked pitiful and lifelike in the sun.

Several snow-white rabbits were fabricated next to dye white.

"Why did you pinch me like this!" Dye Bai wrinkled her eyebrows and looked a little more fresh.

I'm still a child.

"Doesn't this make us a little more lively?" Mo Chen looked at the snow sculpture and then at her. Wen Sheng said, "it's very cute."

Sir, white clothes seem to be integrated with the snow, with the breeze and the moon.

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

"OK."

It was not until the evening that dyed white could grasp the outline of a snowman. Although he began to hold the idea of mischief, he still seriously wanted to carve the snowman.

"Great."

He never stingy praise and encouragement.

Gentle upbringing and politeness seem to be engraved in this person's bones.

Ranbai looks at him and doesn't speak.

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

In the evening.

Mr. made a cake and took a candle.

"Try your craft."

Before meeting her husband, ranbai never had her own cake. When she was with her grandfather... She could have a birthday in the future.

"Every year today, ah Bai will eat the cake made by Sir." He knew what she was thinking. He comforted her quietly. His voice was clear and quiet. "Come and make a wish."

"How old are you, sir, and believe this?" Ranbai has already learned to cover up her sad mood and look at the cake carelessly.

"As long as Mr. A is here, no matter what wish ah Bai makes, it will come true." Under the light, his eyebrows and eyes smiled, "do you want to worship me? It's very clever."

——As long as Sir is here.

this sentence.

Let ranbai remember all his life.

So he was gone.

He broke his promise.

He lied to her.

Ranbai said she didn't care, but her eyebrows and eyes softened. She closed her eyes and made a sincere wish.

When she opened her eyes, her husband looked at her: "one year, one gift, one inch of joy, but at a good time, praise the times."

"Happy birthday, Bai."

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

She no longer sits alone for a day.

As long as Sir is here.

——"Grandpa, I've grown up another year. My husband taught me very well. Do you see?"

Ranbai doesn't like to listen to those red tape and rules. Mo Chen doesn't like her. On the contrary, 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 his book.

As long as he is one day, she will always be capricious. Why not be ignorant of the general, propriety and reason?

Just be happy.

"Sir, you treat me very well. What if you spoil me?"

She was always worried about gain and loss and had no sense of security. He coaxed her again and again: "ah Bai is worth it."

He accompanied her year after year, combed her hair, taught her to write, celebrated her birthday together, spent new year's Eve together, played snow with her, made dumplings and cakes.

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

Ranbai can't cook, so he doesn't let ranbai step through the kitchen.

He said: "I'm delighted that my husband will practice his cooking hard and show it at last."

Sometimes he would hold her face proudly and say with a smile that he fed her fat one mouthful at a time.

On New Year's Eve, he made a lot of dumplings, pinched all kinds of vivid small animals, listened to the clock at midnight with her, told her a bedtime story and whispered good night.

Before going to bed, ranbai listens to the low voice vaguely. It's not very real. It seems to come from a very distant place.

"May we a Bai grow up in this life, be generous, worry free, disease-free, disaster-free and difficult, and enjoy everything year by year."

She thought.

So is Mr.