After uncle Meng left, fuduoduo felt bored and went back to her room with buns. She was exposed to the sun for a short time at noon, which made her want to sleep lazily.
After entering the room, there was no glare of sunlight. She felt a bit cool.
Pull open the quilt, just with steamed stuffed buns lying in the quilt, not long, then heard Meng Qian's voice outside: "watch miss, watch uncle left you something."
Left something?
Fuduo still closed his eyes, thought for a while and decided to ignore him, pretending that he was asleep.
Meng Qian doesn't know what's going on in the room. After waiting, he doesn't hear Fuduo's answer. He guesses that she deliberately doesn't want to talk about Shen Xu.
If you don't want to talk about it, you have to talk about it.
He can't just stand in the yard.
As soon as he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, uncle Meng raised his voice and called out, "Miss Biao! Uncle Biao has left something for you. Do you want to come out and have a look? If you don't look now, I'll put it on the stone table in the courtyard for you! "
A moment later, there was still no answer.
Seeing this, Meng Qian put things on the stone table without hesitation, then turned around and left.
It was at noon that the sun in May was extremely warm. There was a gust of wind in the yard, and the leaves rolled up, which was bleak and cold.
It was a long, long time.
In the room, fuduoduo wanted to take a nap. After hearing what uncle Meng said, he couldn't sleep at all. His head was full of what uncle Meng put on the stone table. Shen Xu left her things.
What would it be?
Although I said that I didn't want to worry about that person and swing my emotions for him, I still couldn't help but wonder about him, especially about her in other people.
He's getting married.
Fuduo bit his lip and looked at the top of the bed. His brows were very tight.
Suddenly, the little baozi in his arms opened his mouth and said in a tender voice: "if your mother is curious, let's go out and have a look. It doesn't mean anything to go out and have a look. When we meet a beggar with a wooden box on the road, we need to have a look curiously. Just be a beggar."
While he was talking, he held on to fuduoduo's clothes with a cautious tone.
He is sensible like an adult.
This solid step has been brought to fuduoduo's feet. Is fuduoduo reasonable?
"Good." She rubbed xiaobaozi's head, took him by the hand and went out of the room.
On the stone table in the yard, wooden boxes were placed there alone, with two leaves on them, as if they had been put for a long time.
Fuduo sat at the stone table, looked at the box for a long time, and put down his raised hand.
Seeing this, Baozi couldn't help worrying.
Finally, after Fuduo's hand was lifted up and put down, he climbed up the stone table along the stone bench on tiptoe, reached out to pull the small lock away, and simply lifted the lid of the box.
At the moment when the lid of the wooden box was lifted, fuduoduo turned his eyes away from the box.
I don't know whether I don't want to see it or I don't dare to see it. In her hurry, there is a sense of escape.
"What is it?" But she couldn't help asking.
Looking at the contents of the steamed stuffed bun, he was stunned for a few seconds. The corners of his mouth smoked again and again. He stretched out his little hand and pushed the box to Fuduo. "Look for yourself."
Fudo's eyes closed slightly.
After many guesses, she took a deep breath and looked at the box.