Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Xiao Jingting looked at her for a long time.

He finally just asked, "Are you hungry?"

"No..." Fu Runing was about to refuse, but her stomach was really empty, and her whole body felt weak and powerless.

She pressed her stomach and muttered softly, "A little."

It was unknown whether Xiao Jingting had suddenly changed his personality, but Fu Runing actually heard his next sentence: "What do you want to eat?"

If it were the old Xiao Jingting, he would definitely not ask this question and would just eat whatever was available.

Fu Runing felt bitter in her mouth. She looked at the man hesitantly and said, "Red bean...soup?"

After she said that, she regretted it. It was too much trouble to ask someone to make red bean soup for her at this time.

"Anything else is fine, whatever you have..."

After all, it takes a long time to cook and soak red beans. It’s almost twelve o’clock now, and I don’t know when I can eat this bowl of red bean soup.

Xiao Jingting opened the cabinet beside him, pushed a shelf out from it, and placed it in front of her.

Fu Runing took a look and saw that the shelf was full of snacks. Then, a thermos was placed on the bedside table in front of her.

Oh, it seems that she didn’t store snacks in the room in Dongyuan, but food can be found everywhere in the house in Xishanwan.

Xiao Jingting said calmly: "Wait."

Fu Runing looked at the man's back as he turned and left, and sighed to herself.

When she was little, she and her brother often played the game of hiding snacks, competing to see whose hidden snacks were the hardest to find. But one year, her brother searched for a long time but still found one candy missing.

After her brother admitted defeat, she walked towards Fu Zheng step by step with a triumphant smile.

She extended her hand to Fu Zheng and said with a smile, "Give me your hand. I've hidden a candy in your sleeve."

Fu Zheng just took a half step back, his expression as calm as ever, and said, "No."

Fu Runing didn't care and just pulled up his arm and put her fingers into his sleeve. It was clearly sewn at the cuff of the shirt, and she didn't believe she couldn't find it.

But the result is that I really didn’t find it.

She lost the game that day and gave all the snacks to her brother. The shelf was also full like this. That was all the snacks she had for the next month.

Fu Zheng angrily shook her hand off and forbade her to enter his room without permission again.

Fu Zheng would be angry, but she was not afraid of him being angry. She would feel bad if he was not angry. He was silent and had no emotions all day long, and did not seem like a lively person.

So a month later, she filled a basket with snacks and placed it at his door.

Attach a sticky note with the words -

"Don't be angry, come play with us from now on."

She wanted to tell him that there were endless books to read and that he would have plenty of time to read them in the future. He should not lock himself in the room to study all day and should be happy.

But Fu Zheng didn't take her snacks, nor did he join in their childish and boring games.

She hasn't seen her brother for three years.

It has been a long time since I dared to provoke that person.

Fu Runing stared at the sleep light in a daze.

How can Xiao Jingting and Fu Zheng be the same?

……

It was late at night and Song Huizhen was still awake. As she got older, it was difficult for her to fall asleep if she had something on her mind.

She watched Xiao Jingting walk into the kitchen, then followed him and asked, "Is Ning Ning awake? What does she want to eat? Make something for her now?"

Xiao Jingting said calmly: "She wants to eat red bean soup."

Song Huizhen nodded. Fortunately, it had been prepared long ago and was stewed and kept warm.

"You know Ningning well enough to know that she wants to eat this."

Xiao Jingting didn't say anything, just stared at the steaming casserole.

The servant opened the casserole and was about to put the glutinous rice balls that had been prepared in advance into it, but was stopped by Xiao Jingting.

Xiao Jingting explained: "Use yam and glutinous rice flour."

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves, took out the yam from the food bag, washed it and peeled it with quick and clean movements.

He didn't know why Fu Runing always liked to eat this thing. Whenever she had a headache or a fever, she would act coquettishly to Fu Zhangnan on the phone. No red bean soup made by others was good enough, and she insisted that her father come back and make it himself.

She may not really want to eat this thing, but want to find an excuse to get her father to accompany her.

That was the first time he got a glimpse of the existence of such family love in this world, the warm light in the kitchen late at night, and the sweet fragrance wafting out.

As he watched from the side, he felt extremely uneasy.

Fu Zhangnan called him over to his side. Unlike his usual serious demeanor, his expression was filled with a hint of pride and satisfaction. He asked, "A Zheng, try what I cook and what Second Aunt cooks. What's the difference?"

He looked at the two bowls in front of him. They were both filled with red bean soup, sprinkled with dried osmanthus flowers, and had soft and glutinous dumplings.

Looking back, Fu Runing was really happy at that time.

He was so happy that he felt ashamed of himself.

It's like a stray dog ​​being brought into a warm castle, glimpsing the princess's happiness, but not daring to reach out and touch it, for fear that it will be in vain again, and he will be used and abandoned as before.

If you don't own something, you won't be afraid of losing it.

Song Huizhen's voice brought Xiao Jingting back to his senses. "Oh, this is yam, Jingting, why don't you wear gloves? How come you don't have this common sense?"

Xiao Jingting looked down and saw a red spot on his hand. He immediately felt an itchy sensation where the yam mucus had touched his hand.

The servant wearing cooking gloves hurriedly took it from Xiao Jingting.

Song Huizhen quickly turned on the faucet and asked him to wash his hands. "Hurry up and wash your hands, otherwise they will itch for a long time."

Warm water washed over the back of his hand, but the itching did not ease at all.

Xiao Jingting seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked, "Grandma, do you know a better doctor? One who specializes in cancer?"

Song Huizhen understood what he meant instantly. The relative of the Fu family was half his father, and the doctors he had been able to find over the years were all top-notch. However, life and death were determined by fate, and everyone knew it was only a matter of time.

Xiao Jingting looked at the old lady who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and his eyes dimmed.

Fu Runing was so sad every time a dog died in the past.

He couldn't imagine how heartbroken she would be if her father were gone.

Of course, Xiao Jingting also had a little selfish motive. If Fu Zhangnan had continued to live...

Then he and Fu Runing could continue to maintain the status quo for a long, long time.