She used to stay in the herdsman's house, and she had never seen the third master be kind to anyone.

He is such a person in essence. He is cruel and merciless. He never gives a smile to his son. He gets married and has children in order to climb to a higher position.

But after encountering Ying Yongxi, he became soft and left behind his former self.

"You're talking for him again."

Ying Hannian was dissatisfied with the way, and pulled the blanket tighter with one hand, forcing Lin Yi to stick to himself completely.

Lin Yi gave a low smile and looked at him. She was so close that her lips almost touched his chin. She pursed her lips and said, "in fact, you are also very shocked, aren't you? That white hair... "

When he saw Mu Huahong's white hair, Ying Hannian responded almost immediately. He pulled her to the board and chose to leave Xiaojing behind.

"No way."

Ying Hannian stares at the screen of his mobile phone. The faint light shines on his angular face. His voice is a little hoarse.

“……”

"At least 15 years." Ying Hannian stares at Mu Huahong's falling figure on the screen, word by word coming out from his lips and teeth, "without 15 years, I don't talk about anything."

No vibration, no forgiveness.

As his son, he is not qualified to talk about it.

"I understand." Lin Yi nodded.

He didn't talk about it, so he went to talk about it in a small scene.

Mu Huahong's white hair made Ying Hannian soft hearted.

Ying Hannian intended to release the ice, but he couldn't take that foot himself

Lin Yi drank all the hot water, put the cup aside, arched it into his arms, and Ying Hannian put his hand around her, "will you be tired if you sleep like this?"

They didn't come in a RV.

"No Lin Yi shook his head.

Ying Hannian stretched out his hand and pulled down the blanket. He sat on the side and patted his leg. "Lie here and sleep like this."

"Are you going to sit all night?" Lin Yi laughs.

"What's wrong?"

Answer the question of the cold year.

"In this way, let's go to the front and put down the seats on both sides so that we can sleep more comfortably." She said.

"No, I want you to sleep on my lap."

Ying Hannian can't help but push her down on her leg. She adjusts her sitting posture and orders, "sleep."

“……”

This man.

Lin Yi reluctantly fell on his lap, listening to the rain outside and looking at the front window.

In order to ensure the air flow in the car, some windows were opened, and the rain didn't splash in, but the sound of the rain was very loud, and it seemed to fall on her ear drop by drop.

Lin Yi quietly looked at the rain outside the window, his eyes became quiet.

The blanket was covered by Ying's hand. He sat there, covered her face with his hand, and rubbed her lips with his fingers.

His palms were warm and comfortable, and Lin Yi soon fell asleep on his lap.

There was no end to the rain.

Ying Hannian looks down at the person in his arms sleeping sweetly. His thin lips touch a satisfied arc. He leans back and his eyes fall on the screen of his mobile phone.

Gradually, sleepiness came.

Ying Hannian was about to close his eyes. In his hazy consciousness, he suddenly saw the still picture moving. When he looked at it, he saw Mu Huahong coming down from the bed and standing at the window for a long time, with no expression on his face.

Suddenly, when Mu Huahong took a look at the small scene on the bed, he took out some new quilts and put them on the ground beside the bed to prevent the child from falling out of bed, and then walked out.

As soon as people leave, they leave the range that can be photographed by mobile phones.

Ying Hannian sat there, his eyes darkened.

For a long time, he reached out and removed Lin Yi's head from his leg. Lin Yi felt the movement, and his eyes were still closed. He said, "husband?"

"Well."

Ying Hannian answered with a low voice. He leaned over and let her lie on the car seat completely. He bent down and gave her a kiss like a dragonfly on her lips. "I'll go to the toilet and come back soon."

"Well..." Lin Yi adjusted her sleeping posture, so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She only whispered, "umbrella, don't drench."

"Well, you go on sleeping."

Ying Hannian plucked a few wisps of hair from her cheek, then reached out to push open the door, facing the wind and rain, and opened the umbrella in her hand.……

Lights were on in the dilapidated hut, and light came out of every dilapidated space.

On the bluestone brick floor in front of the house, Mu Huahong was lying on the couch, rocking it back and forth in the heavy rain.

His posture is casual and ordinary, as if he can't see the heavy rain all over the sky. He shakes his clothes and drops down with the rain.

He welcomed the falling rain with his eyes open.

The rain washed him, washed every brick on the ground.

He seems to be alive.

It's like death again.

Not far away, a tall figure was standing in the rain, with a black umbrella in his hand. Under the umbrella, a pair of dark eyes were looking directly at the person on the rocking chair in front of the house.

Hold the handle tightly with your fingers.

Ying Hannian stood there watching, his face pale, no expression, thin lips tightly pursed.

The wind began to grow, his clothes were blown around the corner, and the door of a house beside him made a "creak" sound, which was particularly harsh at night.

As the wind began to blow up, Mu Huahong suddenly sat up from his reclining chair, frowning tightly. He took a look at the wind and the house behind him. He seemed to be hesitating.

After a long time, Mu Huahong stood up, took a cell phone from the room that he hardly used, and dialed mu Xianxu's phone. "You come back right now and watch the little plank sleep. I have something important to leave. The child can't be alone."

“……”

Mu Xianxu was sleeping soundly when he got such a call and got up in a daze.

Fortunately, his car did not drive out of life and death street and stopped at the corner of the street. When he heard the call, he took his umbrella and drove here under the strong wind and heavy rain.

On the way, mu Xianxu was surprised to see Ying Hannian.

Without asking, mu Xianxu ran to the hut in a hurry. He saw Mu Huahong standing in front of the door all wet and pacing back and forth. He was so surprised that he said, "how can you get wet like this?"

See him come over, Mu Huahong twist the eyebrows slightly stretch, way, "you hurry in to accompany the small board to sleep, I leave for a while."

"This evening, it's raining heavily. Where are you going?"

Mu Xianxu was inexplicable, and his voice was loud when the wind and rain were heavy.

"Keep your voice down. Don't disturb the children." Mu Huahong frowned, "I naturally have my work to do. Just look at the children."

With that, Mu Huahong picks up a flashlight from the house and runs out into the rain. Mu Xianxu calls him to take an umbrella. Mu Huahong doesn't turn back at all.

What happened? Mu Xianxu walks to the road with an umbrella. He has a look on the road and sees that Ying Hannian is no longer there.