Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan smiled and said, "Okay."

As soon as the words were finished, sweet honey emerged from the chubby dimples on Cheng Jingling's little face, which looked very pleasant.

Cheng Jingling stretched out her chubby little hand, and held Mo Yinglan's chubby little hand. The little girl grew extremely fast, and Mo Yinglan was only a little taller than her.

Cheng Jingling smiled and said: "Brother, let's go out to play together, Linger wants my brother to play together."

Cheng Jingling dragged Mo Yinglan out of the house while talking, and Mo Yinglan also responded to her with a light smile, without the slightest resistance, in short, there was no sense of disobedience in pretending to be a child.

Two small figures came out carefully through the crack of the heavy wooden door.

Before Mo Yinglan moved, Cheng Jingling bowed his back in a guilty conscience, shaking his small head like a rattle, and opened his big eyes seriously, observing the enemy's situation.

Weird.

Mo Yinglan made a conclusion in her heart.

Cheng Jingling whispered: "Brother, bow your head quickly, walk this way with your head down, don't let A Niang find out, otherwise, the plan to go out will probably be in vain again."

Mo Yinglan bent down unburdened, imitating Cheng Jingling's movements, stooping her waist and shrinking her neck, and moved out step by step against the window.

Wearing thick clothes on the body, it doesn't look bloated, but has a round and cute feeling.

Cheng Jingling dragged Mo Yinglan and touched it under the window sill. Both of them were petite, and there was a pile of bluestone bricks at the foot of the window, so they could only step on one of them, press their hands on the wall, and move out step by step carefully.

Occasionally, there were one or two ding-dong crisp sounds in the house, which was the sound of iron pans and shovels colliding together.

There was another stabbing sound, the sound of cold dishes being thrown into hot oil.

Listen carefully, and you can still hear the faint sound of bubbling and bubbling.

After the difficult and guilty passage under the window, Cheng Jingling breathed a sigh of relief, and then, her delicate and small eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she secretly looked at Mo Yinglan.

Mo Yinglan blinked at her, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Jingling lowered his head in a little panic: "No, it's nothing, brother, let's go now."

Mo Yinglan nodded, and Cheng Jingling's eyes lit up immediately. She grabbed Mo Yinglan's wrist and pulled him to run forward.

The little girl was afraid that he would refuse to play with her because he had already started cooking.

"Hey, hey, slow down, be careful not to fall." Pulled by her, Mo Yinglan swung her short legs quickly, he urged helplessly.

Running against the wind, the broken hair on Cheng Jingling's temples was blown left and right, she turned her head, with an excited smile on her face, she had already forgotten all her thoughts just now.

"Brother, look at the catkins, they are so light and beautiful."

Mo Yinglan raised her head, and the branches of willow trees planted in the corner of the courtyard swayed with the wind, and the fluffy catkins were flying all over the sky, all over the courtyard, adding a hazy beauty to this ordinary small courtyard.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Yinglan even smelled the aroma of food, although the food is not ready yet.

He couldn't help but think of the people living in daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, warm and peaceful years, and these are not the simplest and most beautiful pursuits of all living beings throughout their lives.

Because it is ordinary, it is rare.

"Whoosh..."

Cheng Jingling's face was blushing, she put her hands on her thighs, bent down and panted heavily.

"Brother, brother, are you happy?"

Mo Yinglan was also panting heavily, the broken hair on her forehead was wet, and she said angrily, "What do you think?"