Chapter 135

"I'm free, every day." Zhong Mingwei can't help but hook his lips. The girl is coquetting with him.

"Ha ha," ah Chou smiled, blushing and smug, "Zhong Mingwei, how are you so good?"

"Believe it or not, can I be a little better?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.

"Better yet?" Ah Chou looked up at him curiously. "What else can I do?"

"I have a stomachache. Look for the old bear. When the old bear is not at home, he looks for three scars. "At present, Zhong Mingwei rubs his belly and sings softly," three scars sharpen their knives at home, frightening the child. Is it still painful? It doesn't hurt. "

"Cluck, what is it?" Ah Chou listened to his singing and smiled. Such a vulgar nursery rhyme actually came from Zhong Mingwei's mouth. It's really out of place. No wonder ah Chou laughed so hard, but suddenly ah Chou frowned again. He was too busy to laugh, and his stomach was even more painful. However, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, like two crescent moons, ugly girls in other people's eyes. This small look moved Very human.

"When I was a child, Mammy sang to me when she kneaded my stomach," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, but he didn't feel too embarrassed. On the other hand, he said, "her folk songs are sung by my ears every day, saying that they are handed down from generation to generation. I was tired of singing for her at that time, and I thought she was noisy, but now I can remember them, that's all."

"Sing it to me again," ah Chou twisted in his arms. "It's very nice."

"OK," Zhong Mingwei said softly, singing softly to their little girl, "I have a stomachache. Look for the old bear. The old bear is not at home. Look for three scars and grind the knife at home... "

"Stop stop stop!" Ah Chou suddenly cut off Zhong Mingwei's words and asked him askew, "who are the three scars?"

Zhong Mingwei: "..."

"A man with three scars? It's really frightening, "said ah Chou to himself, not waiting for Zhong Mingwei's answer. He felt the dark red scar on his neck and whispered," like me, ugly and scary. "

"You're not ugly or intimidating," it seems that Zhong Mingwei can't breathe when he is stabbed by someone. He holds ah Cho's face and looks at him without blinking. He says it clearly and seriously, "you're the best looking girl in the world. No one can match you."

"That's what you said," ah Chou said with a smile after staring at him for a long time. He leaned over his face, circled his neck and whispered, "but that's enough."

Yes, that's enough.

For her, there are only two kinds of people in the world, one is Zhong Mingwei, and the other is not Zhong Mingwei. The former is heavier than her life, the latter is really indifferent, her heart is very small, and she can only hold one person.

Zhong Mingwei felt the warmth of his neck and suddenly tightened the little girl in his arms.

"Zhong Mingwei, will you sing for me again?" The little girl in her arms is very coquettish. "No one has ever rubbed my belly, and no one has ever sung these nursery rhymes to me."

"Well, I can sing enough for you today, and make up for all these years," the 32 year old man sang to his little girl over and over again with a gentle face. "He has a stomachache. Find the old bear. The old bear is not at home. Look for three scars. Three scars are sharpening knives at home. The child is scared to be good... "

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The next day.

For the first time in his life, ah Chou slept in the sun.

This sleep is really sweet, all over comfortable, she yawned, while rubbing bleary eyes, and then on the man's near face, she suddenly a Zheng, yawning mouth are too late to close, she is so long mouth straight at Zhong Mingwei, half a day before shivering this way: "this..."

"Is your stomach better? Does it still hurt? " Compared with ah Chou's panic, Zhong Mingwei was calm on the face, and said, while he reached down and covered ah Chou's abdomen, "what's up?"