Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

She smiled and waved at him, looking particularly kind and loving.

It was as if I was surrounded by a soft glow, warm and great. My limbs were one step faster than my brain, and by the time I reacted, it didn't matter anymore. There was no difference between taking fifty steps or a hundred steps. I sat down next to him with confidence.

As if nothing had happened just now, Song Yue could only say: Kid, don’t be so pretentious.

After placing the bowl full of vegetables in front of him, Mo Shisan also scooped him a bowl of lotus seed porridge.

"Try it and see if there's anything wrong."

Song Maobai had a good impression of him, so he took the initiative to ask for his information.

Song Yue looked at Mo Shisan with a soothing look, signaling him not to speak for the time being.

I had not originally planned to announce their relationship now. After all, it is better not to let Song Maobai know too much now, otherwise it will easily seem like I am avoiding the important issues. Dealing with the two things together will probably cause more trouble.

But Song Yue was afraid that he would think too much, feel insecure, and start to have random thoughts.

The words were on the tip of his tongue but he changed his way of saying them. It wouldn't be a big deal to explain them a little more.

"He is your brother-in-law, Mo Shisan."

pat!

Bang!

Two voices came from two places.

The spoon fell from Mo Shisan's hand and hit the bowl, splashing soup, and continued to sink to the bottom of the bowl, breaking into two halves. The soup completely leaked out and spilled all over the table, dripping along the edge of the table, and dripping into Mo Shisan's shoes.

Song Yue hurriedly stood up, walked over to him and pulled him away. She spun him around with both hands and then placed him on the soaked clothes. It wasn't very hot, but she still asked worriedly, "Is it burned?"

Mo Shisan really liked this feeling of being nervous, as if he had been hit by several big surprises. He just stared at Song Yue blankly.

After wiping his body half dry and seeing that he was still hesitant to answer, she looked up.

Just one glance was enough to make her blush. His gaze was too direct and too hot, as if it would burn her in just two seconds.

But I couldn't help wanting to look at him. His smile was as bright and dazzling as the morning sun.

I took a few secret glances at him, but finally couldn't resist the temptation and looked away.

I'm afraid my face has turned red all the way to my neck, but so what? I don't care.

Once again, the snapping sound brought the two back to their senses. Song Yue remembered that there was someone else next to her, so she coughed twice to distract herself. But she was still curious and asked him, "Why are you grinning like an idiot?"

After Mo Shisan realized Song Maobai's presence, he felt a strong sense of guilt, but his confidence was not as weak as it had been at the beginning. He replied to Song Yue's question first: "Happy."

The two of them looked at each other deeply again before turning to look at Song Maobai, who was shocked.

He dropped his chopsticks rhythmically, one after another, but each one undoubtedly expressed his surprise.

What's so good about this guy? He's dressed like a killer. Who knows what he does. He doesn't look like a good person.

And the expression on his face when he was in the room for so long just now was like a piece of wood. He was not good-looking either and was not worthy of Song Yue at all.

After coming to this conclusion, he noticed that the two of them looked at him in an unusually uniform manner, which looked very annoying.

Song Yue could see the displeasure on his face, the undisguised displeasure.

She grabbed Mo Shisan's big hand and patted it soothingly. She took a step forward and was pulled back by him. He pulled her behind him, turned around, gave her a reassuring look, and walked towards Song Maobai.

"Hello, Xiaobai. I didn't bring a gift for our first meeting. I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Song Maobai took a step back, resisting his approach: "Who cares about your meeting gift?"

Song Yue walked to Mo Shisan, held his hand, and interlocked their fingers. The two of them transmitted their body temperature to each other, giving them the courage and confidence to face everything.

"Brother, I know you can't accept this fact yet, but don't talk about me. You're already grown up. You should be happy for me that I can find someone I love and who loves me back. It's better than those marriages arranged by parents and matchmakers, where they haven't even met each other many times before becoming husband and wife. Thirteen and I know each other very well. He's a very good person. You should try to accept him and try to bless us. You're not a child anymore. I believe you have your own judgment."

When Song Maobai changed from her initial resistance to her current contemplation, she knew that this method was effective.

"Brother, think about it carefully. I believe you can figure it out."

I thought she would leave after saying this.

But she raised her head and looked at him, and asked him from the bottom of her heart: "Can you do it?"

This was the first time Song Maobai truly and intuitively felt what it meant to grow up.

Growing up may mean that his sister needs to look up when she sees him, growing up may mean that he needs to think about problems independently, and growing up may mean that he needs to keep his promises.

Growing up, good or bad?

He doesn't know, maybe he will find out later.

Encouraged by Song Yue, he nodded, his eyes firm, that was the firmness that only belonged to young people, that was his growth.

"Brother is great."

After Mo Shisan was sent out, only the brother and sister were left in the room. No one spoke, and no one showed any intention of speaking. They just quietly ate the food in their bowls.

Perhaps because what just happened ruined the atmosphere, Song Yue had no appetite. He ate only a little and then put down his bowl and chopsticks, quietly looking at his brother whom he had not seen for a long time.

When he first came, he was only as tall as her shoulders, and he loved running behind her, calling her "sister" over and over again, until she left for Kyoto. The picture freezes, and he is the little guy standing at the door, waving his hand, asking her to go out and bring him something delicious and fun.

After only two years of not seeing him, he had become a stranger to me.

I think I’m sixteen this year, right?

so fast.

But when you think about it, he was really short at that time, and his family even thought that he would not grow taller. This made the old lady at home very anxious, and she tried all kinds of ways to give him extra food.

This handsome young man now is really incomparable to the little boy he used to be.

His height at that time was not enough to be called a little stud, and most importantly, he was a little fat, so he looked a bit like a little stud.

When I first met him, I was only paying attention to what he was saying. I was so angry that I didn't even notice the changes in his body shape.

Now looking at it carefully, I can only sigh: He has really grown up and is so handsome.

It was not until this look that the children, who were looking forward to their grown-up lives, felt it and felt very uncomfortable. They suppressed the excitement in their hearts and slowed down their eating movements a little.

It’s just that Song Yue seems to be looking at him, but what about her?

Not looking at him anyway.

Song Maobai finally put down his bowl and chopsticks, swallowed the last bite of rice, and then asked her, "What's wrong? Is there rice on your face?"

Song Yue: Huh? What did you say?

"No, no, I was just thinking that you've changed so quickly that I almost didn't recognize you."

He raised his head proudly, like a swan showing off his plump and smooth feathers, turned around and patted his clothes.

"How was it? Was it unexpected?"