said don't mess with me

For a while later, Mu Xia was picked up by Mu's mother to sneak into the store every day to help.

She doesn't have the good skills of her parents, so she can settle accounts and receive guests.

After finishing her work, she rides on the new lamb that Papa Mu bought for her and goes to the town to find her grandma. She stays there until [-] or [-] o'clock, and it will be dark when she comes back. Waiting at the intersection not far from the community, she didn't feel relieved until she saw her little sheep appear.

On this day, Mu Xia ran into a car accident by chance, and was stuck in the middle of the road and couldn't leave for a long time.

Fortunately, as long as she goes out, the phone will be fully charged, so she called Papa Mu in advance to explain the situation, otherwise he would not know how much to worry about.

Even so, when I got home, I was still scolded by Mu's mother.

The father and daughter leaned against the wall pitifully, not daring to take a breath.

When Mu's mother thought that she was waiting for these two people to come back at night, she got angry and started yelling, "You say you, or you don't come back, and I will bother you all day long when you come back Grandma, she is so old, and she still wants to greet you, a little ancestor, are you afraid of tiring her?"

Mu Xia looked at Mu's mother in fear, and kept shrinking towards Mu's father, "I didn't bother grandma, so I just talked to her."

"It doesn't take much effort to talk?" Mother Mu snorted coldly, and took the clothes drying pole and slammed Father Mu's calf, "Go out and clean my shoes before coming in."

Mu's father smiled, and his attitude was scary, "Okay, okay, I promise not to touch a single dust."

Mu's mother didn't hold back her laughter, and immediately turned cold again, glanced at Mu Xia, "You go too!"

Mucha conditioned reflex, "My shoes are very clean, Dad, don't pull me!"

"Bang!" The door was pushed hard by Mu's father behind him.

Mu Xia was so stimulated by the air-conditioning in the corridor that he shivered, rubbed his arms, and said wordlessly, "Your wife is so fierce."

"Nonsense." Papa Mu bent down to clean up his shoes, smiling like a flower, "Your mother has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and she is worried about us."

"Okay." Mucha stomped his feet symbolically twice, as if cleaning up the mud on his shoes, and then leaned against the wall and blew his fingers.

Papa Mu saw it and asked her, "Is it cold?"

"No." Mu Xia pinched his index finger, stared at the two small pinholes on his fingertips and sighed, "Dad, you said that I am also 'three generations of sewing' anyway, why can't I even sew a button well?"

Father Mu didn't understand, "What's 'Three Generations'?"

"My grandmother is a tailor, and you and my mother are also tailors, so don't I mean 'three generations of tailors'?"

"Your word is quite new." Papa Mu realized it, and he was very generous about this matter, "If you can't sew well, you won't be able to sew well. Our family has no shortage of people who know how to do it."

"It's different." Mucha muttered.

On the night of Sister Wei Zhen's grandfather's birthday party, Han Qingshi borrowed her skirt and still haven't repaired it yet.

She promised Han Qing that she would mend it by herself, but what is worrying is that after these few days of hard study, she discovered an iron-clad fact—she really doesn't have the talent to be a tailor, even if she is guided by her grandmother, she still can't. The sewing was a mess, and because I kept poking my fingers, my grandmother was so distressed that she wanted to sew it herself, as a gift for the little granddaughter-in-law.

Frankly speaking, Mucha did not reject this meeting gift at all.

That's it, it's not authentic to break your promise and get fat.

"Hey." Mucha looked downcast.

Mu's father knew that things were not simple at a glance.

He quickly wiped his shoes and stood up, asking his daughter if there was anything on her mind.

Mucha shook his head, "No, I just feel that it's a pity that good craftsmanship has not been inherited."

"Hahaha, what's the matter, now who's girl is raised as a baby, if she can't, she won't. Let's spend money to find someone to serve her in the future."

As soon as Mu's father finished speaking, the door was opened by Mu's mother who had been 'eavesdropping' behind, and said with a 'hum', "Yes, I don't expect you to be a tailor in the future. Come in quickly, it's not too cold."

Mu Xia and his father looked at each other, both of them showed the expressions of 'you/my wife is so soft-hearted' at the same time, and then entered the house happily.

That night, Mucha used his old clothes to practice needlework and practiced faster.

Because she was too involved, she was always being pricked with needles in her dreams. She was so scared that she got up in the middle of the night and played a video for Han Qingshi. See.

Fortunately, Han Qingshi was very patient, and he didn't complain or feel uncomfortable during the whole process, so he coaxed Mu Xia to sleep for a while, and woke up alive and kicking again the next day.

However, the more this happened, the more panicked Mu Xia was when he thought of Han Qingshi.

Now she can especially understand what Le Qian often said, "Little farewell is better than a newlywed", especially when she sees upstairs and downstairs, several sisters have brought their partners home for the New Year, and she misses Han Qing even more. She couldn't show it during the video, and held back for a few 10 minutes.

After hanging up, she was lying on the table alone and looking through her photos.

It took a long time to see her, but grandma didn't say a word when she called her, so grandma couldn't help but tease, "Miss her?"

Mucha was embarrassed at the beginning, but later he always admitted straightforwardly, "Yes, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"There is still most of my life to come, don't you get tired of always thinking like this?" Grandma asked with a smile.

Mucha didn't think about it, "Of course I'm not tired. If she shows up now, I can hold her down and kiss her until tomorrow morning."

Even, she wanted longer and more.

----

As the end of the year approached, Papa Mu closed the store and began to buy new year's goods.

In a blink of an eye, it is New Year's Eve.

It was just dawn this day, and Mu Xia was pulled up from the bed by his mother to post couplets.

After lunch, the family went to the little uncle's house.

This has been a habit for many years. Every thirty years, the brothers will drag their families to the uncle's house to have a reunion dinner with grandma.

Because of the early death of his parents, Mu's father doesn't have to worry about his own side, so it's just a part of this side.

When Mucha's family arrived, the other two uncles had already arrived.

After the whole afternoon, Mu's mother and several sisters-in-law were busy preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen, while the men played cards around the fire. As for the juniors, most of them were driven away by the elders to accompany grandma.

Mu Xia is also there. Besides accompanying her grandmother, she also has a very important task - to help the uncle take care of their family's second twins and two sons. Peter Mu Xia has been mad several times, but he still can't get angry.

When the youngest aimed the water gun at Mucha's eyes again, she reflexively tried to block it, but she stepped on the ground and fell firmly on the steps.

Concrete, it hurts like hell.

She didn't tense up at that time, her eyes were red, and her expression was naturally not as friendly as before.

When the two younger brothers saw it, they were so frightened that they ran to report to their mother, saying that my sister was too fierce and didn't want to play with her, so they wanted to go to the canteen in the town center to take a ride on a rocking car.

The mother didn't care, and gave them money directly, and sent them away. Only Mu's mother realized that her daughter might have been wronged, and asked Mu's father to go out and have a look by giving fruit to a few men.

When Papa Mu came over, he felt distressed when he saw his daughter sitting alone on the steps wiping tears.

With a big wave of his hand, he bought two big handfuls of fairy sticks for Mucha, saying that after the New Year's Eve dinner, he would accompany her to the river bank to release them.

Having said that, Mu Xia's mood was barely better, but because his eyes were still red, it was inevitable that he would be questioned when he went in.

She didn't want to be perfunctory or cause trouble, so she told Papa Mu that she wanted to go out for a walk.

Papa Mu understood, so he stuffed her with a lot of change, and told her, "Buy whatever you want to eat, and we'll go back to our own home after eating, so we won't be wronged."

Mucha laughed through his tears, clutching the money, and said, "I still have a lot of scholarship left, so I don't need this."

Mu's father was upset, "You earned the scholarship yourself, and this money was earned by your father for you and your mother, and the nature is different."

Mucha couldn't figure it out, so he put the money in his pocket and left wrapped in a down jacket.

She went to the wetland park not far from home.

The park at this point was empty, so Mucha still found a relatively safe place to make a video call to Han Qingshi.

Han Qing answered quickly, "Xia Xia."

When Mu Xia heard her voice, all the grievances that had been suffocated suddenly came up, more violent than before, and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak.

Han Qing could tell something was wrong at a glance, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Mu Xiaguang cried and didn't speak, Han Qing was so anxious that he lowered his voice, "Xia Xia, talk to me, what happened?"

Mucha was crying, blew his nose indistinctly, and began to complain to Han Qingshi, "The two children of my uncle's family are so bad, they stepped on my shoes, pulled my hair, and robbed me of food." Yes, sprinkle chili noodles in my water cup, put banana peels on my stool, and keep hitting me with a water gun, causing me to fall. I am much older than them, so I can’t beat them, and I have to play with them with a smile on my face. Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow."

Han Qing listened quietly, confirmed that there was nothing serious, and his smile gradually recovered, "It's too bad, do you want me to clean them up for you?"

Mucha let out a 'wow' and cried even louder, "I can't even see you, how can I clean up."

"What if we can see it?"

"..." Mucha's crying stopped abruptly, and he blinked his wet eyes, "Then I will definitely take you to a place where no one is hiding, and wait until I have enough hugs and kisses before talking about other unimportant things matter."

"So, now I'm the most important?" Han Qing asked with a smile.

Mu Xia lowered his back, and said in a muffled voice, "That's right, I didn't know I could think of someone like that before."

Captured by her straightforwardness, Han Qing said softly, "Me too."

"But it will take nearly 20 days before we can meet again."

"Not that long."

Mu Xia thought that Han Qing said this just to coax herself, so she didn't care, and flirted with her for a while.

Later, when I received a call from Mu's father, I reluctantly said goodbye.

In fact, Han Qingshi never tried to be quick with words.

When she came back from her parents' cemetery, she immediately asked Zhao Jiahui to check the files of the outsourcing personnel, which contained Mu Xia's household registration address.

With a mobile phone, a car key and himself alone, he rushed towards her under the moonlight.

In previous years, Han Qingshi was always lonely on New Year's Eve.

Or drinking alone at home, watching an old movie, or being called to dinner by Han Mingzhe, watching their family enjoy themselves happily.

This year, she doesn't have to envy anyone.

Not far away, someone said they missed her.

----

The New Year's Eve dinner lasted until almost ten o'clock.

Grandma is getting old and needs to go to bed early, so the other family members didn't stay too long. After cleaning up the kitchen, they went home and continued to watch the new year.

Because of time, Mucha didn't go to the river bank to set off fireworks, but went home with his parents directly.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening.

She watched the Spring Festival Gala with her parents for a while, but it was really not interesting, so she ran back to her room under the pretext of sleeping, opened the window, and lit a fairy stick by the window.

The gorgeous light is bright and dark, and the night after that will have a kind of hesitation that is completely silent.

Mucha doesn't like this feeling of emptiness, she always ignites another one before the previous one burns out, so that the star-like light can last forever, then the brightest star in her eyes——Han Qingshi, is Can always shine.

Soon, it will burn out.

Mucha didn't have time to remove the other one, and watched as her 'star' finally went dark.

For a moment, the nose was sore and sore.

Mucha looked back at the closed door, then turned to look at the other buildings not far away.

Nobody paid any attention to her.

So, after a short period of hesitation, Mu Xia did what he wanted to do for many days - put his hands around his mouth, and shouted towards the east where Han Qingshi would be, "Ah Shi! I miss you so much!"

Before the end of the sound drifted away in the night sky, there was a sudden vibration on the desk.

Mucha did a 'bad thing' and was guilty, the shock was earth-shattering to her, her heart almost jumped out of fright, she hurriedly closed the window, hid back, and picked up the phone.

Han Qingshi!

Mucha was ecstatic, and immediately connected, "Ah Shi!"

"Well, it's me." Han Qingshi's voice was slow and sounded a little empty.

Mucha was surprised, "Are you outside?"

Han Qingshi, "Yes."

"Are you alone?"

"Correct."

"Oh." Even though they were all alone, they still couldn't see each other. This New Year was very hostile to them.

Han Qing couldn't hear Mu Xia's voice, so he took the initiative to send her a message, "Come out to meet a very important person."

important?More important than her?Do you have to meet me on such a special day?

Mucha's throat was swollen, and he grabbed the phone very hard to keep himself from showing abnormalities.

"Yeah, then go see me quickly, I'm dead." Mucha said.

Han Qingshi, "I can't hang up yet, I need your help to send a message so I can see her."

"Ah? What can I tell you? I don't know your relatives or friends."

"It's not relatives and friends, it's someone I met later and kept in my heart."

Mu Xia choked his breath and pretended to be invalid, "Han Qingshi, there is no one who bullies you like you. I miss you terribly every day. As for you, it will be New Year's Eve soon. Not only did you not say happy new year to me, but you also asked me to help you. When you see the person in your heart, won’t I be jealous? Will I be so stupid as to send my girlfriend to someone else? Don’t even think about it!”

"boom--!"

The new year is here, and the fireworks lit by someone's house illuminate Mucha's window.

She turned her head, the water in her eyes was brightly illuminated.

"Xia Xia, Happy New Year." Han Qingshi's voice rang in his ears.

Mucha immediately lost her temper, no matter how unhappy she was, she still cared about Han Qingshi's 'Happy New Year'.

Mucha blinked and softened his tone, "Happy New Year."

While speaking, she heard a bang after another from the earpiece, which was faint but completely synchronized with the clear voice in the other ear.

"!" A thought flashed through his mind quickly.

Before she could confirm it, Han Qingshi said to her in the faint sound of fireworks: "Xia Xia, the person I'm here to see is you, open the window and let me see you."

Mucha froze for a few seconds, then hurriedly ran to the bed.

Through the phone, Han Qingshi could completely imagine Mu Xia's unbelievable appearance. She looked up at a closed window, and she was full of thoughts, "Xia Xia, open the window."

Mucha pushed it away, lay down by the window and looked down.

In the open space not far away, Han Qing raised his head and looked at her. The bright fireworks illuminated her smile very beautifully.

----

"Hey, aren't you going to sleep? Why are you dressed so neatly?" Seeing Mu Xia suddenly running out of the room, Mu's mother asked strangely, "Why did you return the backpack?"

Mu Xia subconsciously put the small satchel behind her, walked to the living room with excited steps, and said cautiously while observing the expressions of the two: "A friend came over suddenly, I will go find her, and I may not come back tonight."

After Mu Xia finished speaking, the living room suddenly fell silent.

Mu's father obviously didn't react, and was stunned, while Mu's mother narrowed her eyes and looked inquiringly, "Which friend? What friend? Male, female?"

Mu Xia had thought about this question long before he came out, and blurted out, "A friend from the internship, a good friend, a girl."

"What are you doing here?"

"Play."

"Why did she not accompany her family when she came to see you on New Year's Eve?"

"Her parents passed away very early, and they damaged their bodies to study plateau ecology, which is especially respectable."

When Mu Xia said this, Mu's mother's heart immediately softened, "There must be no one to accompany her for the New Year's Eve dinner, or if you let her come to our house, Mom will cook dumplings for her."

"Ah?" This Mu Xia didn't think about it, he groped for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, let her visit our family's loving mother tonight to stimulate her."

Mother Mu thought about it, but she was still not at ease, "Where do you live at night?"

"A hotel." Mu Xia pressed the bag, inexplicably feeling that the ID card that was specially packed just now was a bit hot, "I will accompany her to the West Street Square to watch the water light show, and then find a place to live nearby."

"It's okay, that area is developing well now." Mother Mu thought of something, stood up and said, "Just wait for me."

Mucha was in a hurry, "What else should I do?"

"Bring a red envelope to that child, and you will have lucky money every year. That child is loved by no one, so you have to feel sorry for yourself?" Mu's mother was quarreled by Mu Xia's impatient tone, and walked from beside her. After a slap on the arm, she gasped in pain.

It was only now that Papa Mu finally came back to his senses, and nervously came over to whisper to Mu Xia, "Do you want Papa to take you there?"

Mucha flatly refused, "No, who would bring their parents with them when they go out with their friends."

"Father will send you to West Street."

"No."

Heartbroken by being rejected one after another, Mu's father dragged his way through the vicissitudes of life to find Mu's mother, intending to add bricks and tiles to the red envelope she prepared and express his affection.

After receiving the red envelope, Mucha left without stopping.

Mu's mother was chasing after her with a scarf, but she still missed, and she couldn't help sighing, "The girls are not allowed to stay."

"Impossible!" This is the last bottom line of Mu's father.

Mu's mother glanced at him coldly, and ruthlessly made up the knife, "Do you know what is hanging around your girl's neck?"

"What?" Papa Mu had seen the chain several times, and every time he asked Mu Xia what was hanging underneath, she would cover it tightly and hide away.

Mother Mu, "Ring."

"Pfft!" Papa Mu heard the sound of a knife being stabbed in his chest.

"Do you know what your girl is doing in the house until after twelve o'clock every day?"

"What?"

"Talking to herself, laughing wildly from time to time, her reaction is either crazy or in love, which one do you think it is?"

"……the second."

Mother Mu smiled slightly, "That's right."

Papa Mu was desperate.

That night, the couple lay in bed, imagining all the possible things that might happen on the day Mucha suddenly brought the object home.

The only thing I didn't expect was how they would react if that 'object' was a woman.

----

Downstairs, Mu Xia rushed to Han Qingshi and plunged into her arms.

Han Qingshi was knocked back, but still hugged Mu Xia tightly.

The long-lost hug not only failed to dispel the longing for the past few days, but made the emotions in the heart ferment and expand faster.

The heartbeat was as fast as a drum, and the breathing was heavy and rapid.

The eyes are hot, and a bunch of words in the throat are scrambling to get out, but neither of them speaks out immediately, fearing that once they speak, the emotions pushed to the edge will make them lose their minds.

After a long time, Mu Xia moved his head, his voice was unsteady, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

Han Qing pressed his chin close to Mu Xia's forehead, and spoke more slowly than usual, "I can't help it when I receive your 'crying' call."

"Did you drive here by yourself?"

"Well, I asked the driver to go home for the New Year two days ago."

"How long has it been open?"

"From hanging up the phone to just now."

"..." Nearly five hours.

"How long are you going to stay?"

"I'll go back after seeing you."

Mu Xia raised her head, kissed Han Qingshi's chin with distress and joy, leaned on her shoulder, and whispered to her in this position, "Can you stay a few more days?"

Han Qing hesitated, "Can you come out?"

Mucha shook his head, "I can't get out."

Han Qing raised his eyebrows lightly, "Then why should I stay here, to be a boudoir who always cries late at night because she misses her girlfriend?"

Mu Xia was amused by Han Qingshi's hurtful and sad tone, and patted her on the other shoulder comfortingly, and said seriously, "We can wait until the night is quiet and sneak out for a tryst."

Han Qing lowered his eyes and smiled, "Although I have no experience, I can try."

"Hahaha." Mu Xia laughed tremblingly. When she went to rub her belly, she touched the red envelope given by Mu's mother. She immediately stood up straight and said, "Hold out your hand."

Han Qingshi didn't think about it.

In the next second, a red envelope was photographed in the palm of the hand, carrying Mucha's body temperature.

Han Qing was stunned, "Send such a formal red envelope to your girlfriend during the New Year?"

"Hahaha, Ah Shi, you are too cute." Mucha couldn't stop laughing, "This is from my parents, not me."

Mom and Dad...

Han Qingshi clutched the red envelope in his palm, and it collapsed thickly.

She had never received such a red envelope on New Year's Eve, and she felt a little strange—excitement, gratitude, joy, and a hint of sourness just around the corner.

Before it became clear, Han Qing looked up at Mu Xia, suppressing the discomfort in his throat, and asked with a smile, "Can I treat it as a gift from my in-laws?"

"Ah?" Embarrassment flashed across Mucha's face, then he nodded, "It's just that they don't know yet."

"Any chance of knowing?"

"of course."

A blurted out affirmative answer completely hooked the smile on Han Qingshi's face.

She stuffed the red envelope into her pocket, put it away carefully, then stretched out her hand to Mucha, and said, "Hug it again and go up, don't let your family worry."

Mucha hugged without hesitation, but what he said was the opposite, "I've already taken leave with my parents, and if I don't go back tonight, we can go to see Shuiguangxiu, and then..."

Mucha paused for a few seconds, pulled the bag in front of him, patted it, and said, "I specially brought my ID card out. If I'm tired from playing, we can go to a hotel. One of them is newly opened and it's very clean."

These words seem familiar.

On the night we first met, Han Qing also said that there was a newly opened hotel nearby, which was very clean.

It was lighting a fire, not only for Mucha himself, but also for Han Qingshi.

……

Moonlight flickered in Han Qingshi's dark pupils, she stared into Mu Xia's eyes, and spoke very slowly, "I haven't seen you in 23 days, 390 kilometers away, 5 hours' drive, and it's the first New Year we've met, Xia Xia, you Are you sure you want to go to the hotel alone with me at this time?"

Mucha's heart was beating fast, he squeezed his bag tightly, nodded before some memories came back, and said firmly: "Sure, I just want to be with you tonight."

The author has something to say: Although I haven’t written the next chapter yet, I vaguely feel that it’s a bit dangerous.