Chapter 2411

In a blink of an eye, from March to May in Yangchun, the Sophora japonica flowers are falling, and the weather is gradually getting hotter.

Mo Lingwei ordered the servant to cook Xiu'er's favorite meal, and waited impatiently for Feng Shaojin and Xiu'er to come back.

But unexpectedly, it was Mo Jinlan who brought Xiu'er this time.

Mo Jinlan looked at Mo Lingwei, the stubbornness and stubbornness in the past disappeared, and the eyes looking at Mo Lingwei became much calmer.

Mo Lingwei didn't ask Feng Shaojin why he didn't come, but just said casually: "If you're not busy, you can stay and have a meal before you leave. Anyway, there are plenty of meals."

Originally, I thought that Mo Jinlan would refuse straight away, and then say some sarcasm, but to Mo Lingwei's surprise, Mo Jinlan not only agreed, but also took the initiative to chat about Feng Shaojin at the dinner table.

"The Dongyang people are ready to move again, Shaojin can't get away, and the affairs in the camp are complicated, maybe there will be no time to teach Xiu'er personally in the future.

This time I will send Xiu'er to you, so I won't bring Xiu'er back to the camp. Mo Jinlan's tone was gentle, and he looked at Xiu'er with warmth in his eyes: "When Shaojin finishes her work, she will definitely come to see you and Xiu'er." "

Mo Jinlan picked out a few dishes from the dinner plate, put them on the plate in front of Xiu'er, and Xiu'er picked them up and put them in his mouth.

This kind of interaction was tacit and flat, Xiu'er seemed to have long been used to Mo Jinlan serving him food, and he didn't feel unhappy in the slightest.

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes and said softly: "I heard that you took care of Xiu'er all the time when he was in the camp, thank you."

One yard counts for one yard, it was Mo Jinlan's fault to bring Xiu'er here, but not everyone can take care of a child more attentively than the servants in other courtyards.

What's more, Mo Jinlan had never given birth.

Mo Jinlan suddenly chuckled: "Anyway, I'm also his little aunt, so you can travel all the way from Jincheng to Yuncheng for him.

Why can't I take care of him with all my heart? "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

After eating, Mo Jinlan left, and a half-sized tin box was placed in the hall.

The servant opened the box and saw that it was full of clothes, which were cotton and linen clothes for children in summer and underwear for sleeping.

Mo Lingwei picked up one and looked carefully at the stitches on it. It was not custom-made by Nishangge, and the stitches were not tight. Each piece was hand-sewn.

Xiu'er ran over, looked at the clothes in the box, and gestured to the length, "Little aunt has made so many clothes for me again, I'll wear them until next year."

Mo Lingwei is not good at needlework, the only time she took a needle seemed to be at Feng Shaojin's request, when she made a handkerchief and gave it to him.

Mo Lingwei ordered the servant to screw the box upstairs, and asked Xiu'er, "When you left, wasn't uncle in the camp?"

"In the camp." Xiu'er said in a low voice, "He bled a lot, Uncle Yichen wouldn't let him get up."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Cloud City is about to change again.

The days go by day by day.

If it wasn't for Xiu'er getting older day by day, Mo Lingwei would stay in the other courtyard, watching the summer flowers wither, thinking that time would just stand still.

On this day, Feng Shaojin suddenly came to Wenjing Garden.

Xiu'er was practicing calligraphy in the study, and Mo Lingwei collected all the petals in the backyard, dried them, ground them into powder in the pharmacy, sealed them up, and made them into rouge for the face.

The man broke in suddenly, his eyes were like the deep sea, staring at her tightly.

Mo Lingwei stood up, a little surprised: "You are here."

"En." Feng Shaojin closed the door of the pharmacy, strode up to her, and hugged her in his arms.

His breathing was unstable, his heart was beating fast, and his face was cloudy...