In half an hour.

"I'll go back... Xiaoxian ~!"

The extra pair of shoes at the door made Mu Changqing, who had just returned home, hesitate to put down his bag, kick off his pair of precious blue high heels and go straight to the living room. Then he was stunned at the moment he saw the scene in front of him.

"Little aunt."

Lin Xiaoxian grinned and sat on the sofa peacefully. Mu Changqing missed the time to welcome him out of the hospital. When he suddenly saw such a man, the best of him, thousands of feelings poured into his heart. His soft white hands covered his lips and nose a little bit, like water and beautiful eyes, and glittering and translucent lights flashed in an instant.

"Ah, aunt, don't... Mu Changqing, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, Lin Xiaoxian said, but his body was still trapped in the sofa and forgot to move.

Lin Xiaoshu, sitting beside him, pushed him with his elbow and whispered:

"Brother... Go..."

Lin Xiaoxian reacted, got up and walked over. Needless to say, Mu Changqing already stretched out his arm, threw himself into his arms like a warm jade, and choked uncontrollably on his strong chest:

"Xiao Xian, Xiao Xian... Sobbing..."

Lin Xiaoxian didn't think she cried like a child, but like a mother who almost lost her child. The fear broke out, which not only moved Lin Xiaoxian, but also affected Lin Xiaoshu. She also wanted to cry in her brother's arms for a while.

"Well, well, I'm back. It's all over, good..."

Lin Xiaoxian patted her back gently, just as she patted her back when she was a child and coaxed herself to sleep. It was warm, soft, stable and quiet.

"I'll take out the hot pot first."

Lin Xiaoshu didn't bother the two people. He stood up, covered his chest and walked to the kitchen.

"Little book, use that bag at the bridge head, don't use the bottom of the sea. It doesn't taste enough!"

"I see."

When he got home, his brother was still very persistent about the details of cooking. Lin Xiaoshu took out the hot pot ingredients from the refrigerator and put them on the chopping board. Then he slowly put down his little hand pinched on his chest and shook out some wrinkled clothes and a loose button.

Avoiding the sight of two people in the living room, Lin Xiaoshu dared to blush quietly.

Really

When my brother couldn't help it, he was too

Lin Xiaoshu feels that everything has order. Although he has had many advanced dreams and fantasies, he is just like ye gonghaolong. In reality, he is different from those brave sisters in law. Some things must wait until he is older and ready.

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"You have to go and come back quickly. Let's go, Changqing."

"Coming, coming ~"

The family reunion after discharge has been ordered to be hot pot, but the family has not prepared dishes in advance. At noon, many stalls in the vegetable market were closed. Lin Xiaoxian had to call Mu Changqing and go to the supermarket to buy some.

"By the way, would you like rice?"

"Don't eat."

Mu Changqing shook her head and ate hot pot. Rice is not necessary. Moreover, girls are very sensitive to the intake of starch. If they can't eat it, they won't eat it.

"That little book, you steam less. Xiaomeng and Xiaomeng must eat it, especially Xiaomeng and me. I feel hungry and thin in the hospital."

"All right."

Lin Xiaoshu nodded, but he hadn't cooked for a long time.

When my brother was in No. 7 middle school, he also left a lot of money for the family. It was more convenient for them to go to expensive restaurants. In sum, Lin Xiaoshu didn't cook for nearly a year, so before Lin Xiaoxian opened the door to leave, he hurriedly asked:

"Brother, wait a minute! How many meters will you add to the three of you? "

"Three Liang."

"Oh... Three Liang..."

Lin Xiaoshu murmured to the rice jar with a rice spoon, and then suddenly looked back:

"No! How much is three Liang! "

However, it was too late. With a bang, Lin Xiaoxian and Mu Changqing had closed the door and left.

……

"Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian, I feel like we haven't visited the supermarket for a long time." Mu Changqing took Lin Xiaoxian in his arm and stared at the flow of people in the supermarket with emotion.

Lin Xiaoxian smiles:

"I also feel that you haven't called me Xiaoxian for a long time."

"Hum ~ I like to call you that when I'm in a good mood ~"

When it comes to address, Mu Changqing thinks of the scene just before he went out. With a worried eyebrow, he pulls Lin Xiaoxian's arm:

"Ah."

"What?"

"At that time... You called me Changqing in front of the little book... Would you..."

"Oh, this."

Sister really didn't confess to her aunt. Lin Xiaoxian casually told Mu Changqing what happened when Lin Xiaoshu went to visit No. 7 middle school.

"Ah? She... She knows? "

Mu Changqing thinks she should be shy at this time, but compared with being known by her niece about herself and her niece, she is more interested in the blood relationship in Yilin Xiaoshu.

"Did she accept it calmly..."

Lin Xiaoxian recalls Lin Xiaoshu that night. She is still the sister who can face all the waves in life as long as her brother is with her.

"But I'm not at ease."

Mu Changqing let go of Lin Xiaoxian's arm and looked tangled twice:

"If I don't know, it's OK. I know now. I don't know how to face the little book when I go back later..."

"It's okay. Just be generous. I'm here. You're not 1v1. You should make it clear. We still love each other. It's no different from before."

In other words, it will be better than before.

Lin Xiaoxian thought silently.

"Besides, you are not my own aunt and Xiaoshu is not my own sister, but what about your relationship? Isn't blood still thicker than water? "

This is true. Mu Changqing felt a little comforted. After throwing a bag of shrimp dumplings into the shopping cart, he pouted faintly:

"You also said that our mother and I were miserable. You were alone..."

"Cough!"

The wall has ears, and a salesperson is packing goods around them. Lin Xiaoxian clenches his fist and coughs fiercely. He quickly pulls Mu Changqing aside:

"Don't talk like that in the future! What, just women? It sounds strange... "

"Niece and aunt can't be ye two?"

"You and your wife are still second. The key is that you don't... Don't..."

Lin Xiaoxian hesitated twice and felt guilty:

"... don't talk about the little book like you, okay... She doesn't talk to me..."

"Cut, now is now..."

Mu Changqing frowned with disdain:

"... anyway, based on the child's feelings for you, I feel that she will confess to you sooner or later... Xiaoxian, don't despise me at that time!"

“???”

"What? Little book, she is so young, little aunt, i... i... hum... "

Mu Changqing threw a dried squid back into the freezer, splashing several pieces of ice on the face of a child nearby, making the child giggle.

Lin Xiaoxian shook his head, sighed, and took her shoulder in a good voice:

"What's the matter with you? You're young, too."

"No... I read the microblog yesterday. Someone said that once a woman is over 22, she starts to grow old..."

Mu Changqing's mood was like that of June. When he said low, he was low. His face raised. He pressed the stubble on Lin Xiaoxian's chin wrongfully and bitterly:

"Xiaoxian, do you really, really not dislike Changqing..."

"Harm! How many times have I said it? Not now, not in the future! "

Only action can comfort a depressed and spoiled woman. Lin Xiaoxian kissed her smooth forehead and kissed her twice:

"You'd better take out the momentum of shouting about your sixteen years old before. Don't worry about the boring things like age. You'll always be the big girl I love in the future."

Big girl or something, it sounds like shame and love

Mu Changqing was happy again, gave him a kiss back, and then began to buy something he didn't like to eat in the shopping cart.

What yam

Leeks

Fungus

Oysters

Lin Xiaoxian's back hurts and his face turns green:

"Then what, Mu Changqing, do you feel a little over excited?"

"No ~"

Mu Changqing turned around, one foot on tiptoe, and the other slender leg also tilted up slightly, like the fragrance of orchid blowing gently in Lin Xiaoxian's ear:

"I promised you before... Anyway, you should make up for it these two days. After that... You should be gentle... And then... Hurt your big girl well..."

Lin Xiaoxian's mouth is dry and fluffy. He wants to know when "after" is.

But he hasn't opened his mouth yet. At the other end of the shelf, a familiar figure loomed over and choked Lin Xiaoxian's words back.

"What?"

Mu Changqing looked curiously along Lin Xiaoxian's stunned eyes. As soon as he turned his head, Lin Xiaoxian turned back:

"Nothing!"

“?”

"Er... A beautiful woman has gone away, Hei hei..."

“……”

Lin Xiaoxian used suicide attacks to divert Mu Changqing's attention.

"What beauty? Lori is still a girl or a big sister."

Mu Changqing certainly doesn't want to be a big sister. She is enough for the "big girl" around Lin Xiaoxian. Of course, Xiao Xian understands this and raises his right hand to ensure:

"It's a girl!"

"Really..."

"Really!"

“……”

Mu Changqing stared at him for a moment and nodded slowly:

"Okay..."

Then take out the phone:

"I'll talk to Xiao Yan for a while..."

"Don't introduce!"

Lin Xiaoxian's pure Chengdu people simply scared out an inexplicable Beijing accent:

"It's Laurie! Laurie! "

Lin Xiaoxian wanted to play 110 when she saw Laurie go away, but mu Changqing's behavior made Lin Xiaoxian feel more terrible than playing 110:

"OK, I'll tell Xiaoshu that you have a new sister outside, which is also the kind without blood relationship..."

"Don't make it up!"

My little aunt is naughty and no different from other girls. If she is very naughty, she will open her mouth and come. Anyway, she has bought almost all the dishes. Lin Xiaoxian forcibly took her to the cashier to check out. She deliberately took another way, which can be staggered with the person she just saw.

"Xiao Xian, you were silly just now. Who did you see..."

"What an ordinary Laurie."

"Really gone?"

"Well, I'm a pervert."

Lin Xiaoxian was perfunctory, but in fact, only half of his words were true.

It's fake to walk away.

Laurie is true.

In Lin Xiaoxian's impression, the supermarket has not met acquaintances once or twice. This time, he met the unexpected human doll No. 8.

On the 8th, I wore a small black skirt that Lin Xiaoxian had never seen before. Contrary to her magical identity, she was a daily girl with a lot of home flavor. She pushed a shopping cart not much shorter than herself, and passed him in front of him without expression.

The reason why Lin Xiaoxian doesn't want Mu Changqing to find out is that when he sees the 8th, he thinks of her teacher Monica, and when he thinks of Monica, he thinks of Xia Xinyao, and when he thinks of Xia Xinyao, he thinks of Xia luoqiu.

Although the possibility of running errands on the 8th is relatively large, what if these people came out together?

Isn't it in many film and television works?

The master regards a close maid as his family. He goes to play and shopping with her.

In Lin Xiaoxian's view, Monica and No. 8, even No. 10 and No. 7, which have never met, are equivalent to Xia Xinyao's personal maid in summer and autumn. It is very possible for rich mothers and daughters to go out of the street to "experience folk suffering".

Therefore, Lin Xiaoxian has to run away quickly. Be careful not to give Mu Changqing a chance to be uncomfortable when he meets Xia luoqiu at this time.

……

After successfully settling the bill, Lin Xiaoxian, who was relieved on his way home, thought for a moment and sent a text message to No. 8.

Texting No. 8 is a technical job. In view of the special transformation of her mobile phone, Lin Xiaoxian should first dial a strange short number and press the verification code according to an English prompt tone before editing the message and sending it to a designated mobile phone number.

The mobile phone number is different every time. It seems to be a virtual random number.

Since giving him this contact information on the 8th, Lin Xiaoxian has sent her three text messages during her stay in the hospital.

The first two times were experimental "hello", and the third time was idle and bored on a whim, asking what brand her band aid was.

It is conceivable that on the 8th, it was not disclosed, but came to Lin Xiaoxian that night to send two fresh, warm and fragrant "new goods", which was embarrassingly rejected by Lin Xiaoxian.

At present, the reason why Lin Xiaoxian sends text messages is as childish as before, but he still wants to try:

[No. 8, can you help me hack a microblog account?]

After sending, Lin Xiaoxian soon received a reply:

[No. 8: wait a minute]

Most of the Chinese and Western sentences are [wait a minute]. This word is too difficult to type for No. 8, who has learned Chinese soon.

So Lin Xiaoxian waited for a while. A minute later, his mobile phone rang again:

[No. 8: what is microblog]

There is a blank after the word "microblog". Obviously, such a "complex" word must be copied and pasted on the 8th.

What is microblog?

Lin Xiaoxian's eyelids drooped. He wanted to reply to the "cesspit". He estimated that No. 8 didn't understand the stem, so he honestly explained:

[an online social platform, similar to your overseas tweet, has a person named XXX...]

Lin Xiaoxian reported a microblog account. Mu Changqing saw in that person's microblog that "a 22-year-old woman is old".

[can you help me hack this man and make this number disappear completely?]

Although Lin Xiaoxian feels that he doesn't owe his kindness to No. 8 now, he owes it to No. 8. However, he always feels that this kind of thing should not be counted as even a small effort for them on No. 8, so he puts forward it with a try mentality.

Sure enough, just five minutes later, a message came on the 8th:

[No. 7 said it was OK]

Faster than expected, Lin Xiaoxian sent a [thank you] and mysteriously asked Mu Changqing to search the microblog.

"Eh? period? Is my name wrong? "

"No, God punished those who talk nonsense, which means that even God thinks you are sixteen."

A maggot in the cesspit is very insignificant, but the pleasure of disappearing directly from the network makes Lin Xiaoxian suddenly feel that No. 8 seems to be better than the system.

[Ding, ha ha]

Just thinking of this, the system bubbled, imitated the tone of the learning committee member, complained a little, and reduced Lin Xiaoxian's [intelligence].