Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 91 Even Miracles Can Happen

"Boom——" the deafening thunder echoed between the sky and the earth.

"Stab—la" a dazzling lightning briefly illuminated the gloomy sky.

"Hula-la--" The sound of the violent wind brought down the torrential rain.

The rainstorm is coming——

"Clap-clack-"

The raindrops all over the sky hit the canopy of the ancient tree standing by the river, wrapped in the July wind.

All of a sudden, the branches and fruits scattered, and all of them fell into the small river beside the tree.

"The water surface has risen again." The girl stretched out her hand slightly to catch some raindrops falling from the sky.

"But the river water is still grey." The boy turned his head to look at the girl in the light red dress.

"It's okay, Mumu, one day the river will become clear, and the two colors will eventually merge into one."

The girl in the red skirt shrank back her white bare feet, and leaned her small head gently on the shoulder of the young man beside her.

Outside the tree was obviously a scene of violent wind and showers, but under the tree at this time it was extremely quiet.

The two depended on each other and remained silent for a long time.

"Xinxi—" The boy wanted to say something, but was interrupted softly by the girl next to him with a soft voice.

"Mu Mu, it's been a long time since we danced that dance together." The girl got up and stood lightly in front of the boy.

"Wu?" Looking at the beautiful red dress in front of him, Chen Mu tilted his head in doubt.

"Mo? Or Xi?"

"Mo?" Hearing this word, the smile on the pretty face of the girl in the red dress faded a little.

"Indeed it's almost—"

That's half the story.

Accompanied by a white light piercing the sky in the distance.

The girl in the red dress turned her back, and her eyes turned to the outside of the canopy of the ancient tree.

Nearby are raindrops and fruit falling on the river.

At the far end are gray dark clouds and a half-light glow between the clouds.

At the end is a hazy scene of torrential rain in the sky.

"It's okay, it starts with Xi and ends with Mo, everything has a beginning, and heaven and earth end." The girl in the red skirt murmured softly alone.

"Mu Mu, let's dance, today's dance music is Xi." After a while, the light red dress stood barefoot and turned around.

"No, I have a cold today, I just want to hug you."

With one word, the young man grabbed the soft little hand of the girl in the red dress.

Without another word, the young man gently embraced the long light red dress into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Hehehe————"

Accompanied by a smirk like a jackal, two jios protruded from the warm blanket.

Chen Mu shook his dizzy head and woke up from the dream, and the trance dream just now was also completely forgotten.

The Muggle lights up the screen of the mobile phone, and the time has come to six o'clock in the evening, which is almost the meal time of normal people.

But he didn't move. After all, the uncle always cooks late, and he didn't come to pull his quilt.

The witty boy's ears moved slightly, and with the support of the five senses, he began to feel the movement around him.

"Clatter——" The sound of rain outside the house still continued.

"Cough-cough-cough-cough-" A violent cough came from under the eaves.

The smell of food wafting from the dining table also sneaked into Chen Mu's bed through the crack of the door.

"Googoo——" the stomach of the boy who cooks rice rang out a disappointing cry.

But at this time, Chen Mu surprisingly suppressed the feeling of hunger, shook his dizzy head, and frowned tightly.

If my nose sensed it correctly, there was a hint of other smells mixed in between the smell of food.

It smells bad--

That's right!Uncle is definitely smoking without telling himself again!

"Pa-ta-pat-pat--Peng!"

The sound of Chen Mu pulling on the slippers sounded almost at the same time as the door was slammed shut.

under the eaves.

The uncle and Chen Mu stared with big eyes.

"Little bastard, come out after knowing that you have a cold? Hurry up and eat for me, it's all ready to be placed on the table."

"No, I'll wait for you to go in with me, sir." Chen Mu wrapped himself in the little gray squirrel pajamas.

"Cough cough cough——I haven't finished smoking this cigarette yet." The uncle moved the small bench calmly, and turned his gaze to the small river in front of the house.

"Master, can you stop smoking?" Chen Mu's voice became a little colder, and he sat down on another small bench beside the uncle.

"Ahem—this one is almost finished, just for a while, or it will be a waste." Seeing that Chen Mu was impatient enough to reach out to snatch it, the uncle narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was a little serious.

"Little bastard, you are sick." The uncle continued to take a puff, then shook the cigarette butt, and extinguished it on the wet eaves.

"Master, you are sick too."

"Well, I'm sick too, ahem—"

Hearing the old man say these words in a flat tone, Chen Mu's eyes also looked forward erratically.

The raindrops fell on the small river not far from the house, and the water level was a little higher than yesterday.

"Let you smoke less." The boy's tone was slightly complaining.

"Ahem—I've been smoking for decades, how can it be so easy to change." The uncle coughed twice, and continued to add slowly.

"I just don't want to go for treatment. I heard that bullshit doctor said that with the treatment, I can live a few more years. If you cooperate with it, it's a fart."

"It's already an old bone, so it's better to live comfortably for a few years."

"In short, when the time comes, labor and management will donate all the money, and you won't even leave a dime to you." At this point, the uncle glanced at Chen Mu, and the vicissitudes of life could not stop the thief's smile on his old face.

"Why not treat it?" Chen Mu ignored the angry words of the uncle.

The two were silent for a while.

"Your uncle—afraid of trouble, tiredness, and pain." When he said this, the uncle's voice was a little weaker, like a child who has not grown up.

"When I was young, every time I caught a cold, the spanking was different because I was afraid of trouble and pain, but you still forced me to get the injection." Chen Mu, who was caught up in reminiscence, narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's different—"

"It's the same." Before the uncle continued to speak, Chen Mu responded first, and his eyes moved to the cigarette butt on the ground.

"Anyway, sir, think about it carefully."

"It's all right 大伯ダジョウブだいじょうぶ"

"Miracle だって起こせる"

That's half the story.

The conversation between the two was interrupted by the ringing of the phone in Chen Mu's bedroom.

"..."

Hearing this burst of phone ringing that is not a painting style at all.

Chen Mu didn't move, neither did the uncle.

"What is this? Niaoyu?"

"Almost." Chen Mu didn't know how to explain to the uncle.

"Well, little bastard, that girl called, why don't you pick it up?" The uncle winked at Chen Mu.

"..."

"No rush, it's okay if you don't pick up once in a while, let's eat, sir." Chen Mu wrapped himself in little squirrel pajamas and turned around.

"You'd better pick it up, there's no rush to eat or something."

The uncle bowed slightly and got up, sneaking behind Chen Mu.

"No, I'm hungry, let's eat first." Chen Mu yawned lazily.

"If you don't answer, the birdsong will make my ears itch." The uncle scratched his ear, which made Chen Mu give him an annoyed look.

"Now the phone has stopped ringing, go in and have dinner."

"Okay, little brat, don't rush."

Until the half-bowed white-haired uncle slowly entered the house, Chen Mu turned his head and squinted to look at the small river that was about to overflow at the door of the house.

Only then did the boy turn around and close the door, locking the door from the pouring rain.

Soon.

The usual chatter of the old and the young remained in the room.

"Little bastard, eat quickly, don't be dazed here."

"I have a cold and I don't have much appetite."

"Your uncle won't live for a few years, and he has an appetite."

"Can you stop saying this with a happy face?" Chen Mu obediently picked up the food.

"Hahahahaha——", the uncle's hearty laughter echoed in the room.

The cooking was taught to Chen Mu by the uncle spoon by spoon.

So is optimism.

"belch--"

"By the way, little bastard, what do you mean when your phone rings with two birdsong?"

After eating and drinking, the uncle stroked his chubby belly, and looked at Chen Mu who was slumped on the chair and quietly tidied up the dishes.

"What...mean?" At this moment, Chen Mu, who had just cleaned up the dishes, glanced at the uncle.

The boy decisively put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned around, and returned to the bedroom with his slippers on.

"Papa papa papa—"

"Master, clean up the bowls and chopsticks today. The old man wants to do some activities when he's full. I'll go back to my room first."

"By the way, those two birdsongs mean—"

"It's okay, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry."

"Even miracles can happen."

Inside the house—it was silent.

The old man stared blankly at the scattered bowls and chopsticks.

Outside - squalls and storms.

The ebb and flow of the river overflowed the wet and soft mud banks.

　Thank you for sending the letter to Chang'an for the reward of 1500 starting coins
　　Thank you for the reward of 100 starting coins
　　Thank you Ruofei for the reward of 100 starting coins
　　Thank you for the reward of 100 starting coins when it rains alone
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(End of this chapter)