Years of Hua Xu

Now is the cold spring, it is the season of frequent thunderstorms.

So when there was a thunderbolt in the sky, Murongqing threw off the quilt, ran out of the corridor barefoot with the book in hand, and the large white undershirt drew a straight line in the corridor.

He ran directly to the door of Su Bi's room.

Standing at the door of the room, breathing heavily, the hand that was raised fell down and was raised again.

Then the door opened, and Su Biluo was indeed still wearing a navy blue robe during the day, and hadn't fallen asleep.

Then, another thunderbolt streaked across the sky.

Murong Qing threw the book away and threw herself into Su Biluo's arms, the book drew an arc in the air and landed on the ground.

The thunder light instantly illuminated Murong Qing's panicked eyes and trembling body.

Su Biluo supported Murongqing's elbows, and said, "What's wrong?"

Murong Qing buried herself in Su Biluo's chest, heard a steady heartbeat, and her breathing gradually became steady.

A muffled voice came from Su Biluo's chest.

"No...it's nothing, I'm just a little flustered." How could the stubborn young man express his weakness, but only mumbled his words.

"Hehe, haven't you gotten used to spending time alone during thunderstorms?" Su Biluo teased with a light smile.

"There was Bai before... that's all. I'm afraid of thunder. Since you took me in, you have to be responsible for me." The young man simply gave up on himself, buried his face and refused to look up, "Take me in tonight too. I promise, If you don't kick the quilt or people, you won't sleep poorly!"

"Well, can you just refuse?" Su Biluo patted the boy on the head helplessly. Although he had the consciousness to accept him, he still couldn't help but want to tease him.

"cannot!"

"Really not?"

"I just can't! Woohoo, otherwise I'll tell Brother Lan that you bully children!"

Su Biluo rubbed her nose, completely defeated.

Hey, who told you not to treat yourself like a child before? !

Outside the room, the wind, cold rain, lightning and thunder, and the warmth inside the room are like spring flowers blooming.

Ah bah, slip of the tongue!

When Su Biluo took off her jacket and went to bed, after thinking about it, she still left the light gray jacket.

Murong Qing was still asleep at this time.

"Children, don't stay up late, go to sleep." Su Biluo was not originally a nanny, so this sentence was just spoken by the way.But……

"I can't sleep, you're pissing me, you're pissing me, you're pissing me off! Bad guy!" Wrapped in the quilt, Murong Qing squirmed a few times on the bed like a bug, and then cried.

Su Biluo was danced happily because of Murong Qing who said "I'm going to transform into a little devil in a thunderstorm".

"Shut up the fake crying without tears." Rolling his eyes, Su Biluo resisted the urge to slap the one on the bed to death, and said with a friendly smile, "Aren't you sleepy? Be good, You are sleepy, you must be sleepy, go to sleep!"

"But I don't have anything to do during the day, and I'm not sleepy at all now. I'm not sleepy, really not sleepy."

Get out of here, you son of a bitch, you're not sleepy, I'm sleepy!

Su Biluo, who already had tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloping in her heart, was about to tremble in the wind.Who will tell him what to do with the broken child!During this period of time, he was extremely busy, and the patience of Uncle Su, who went outside energetically and entered the door like a dog, had dropped to the lowest point.

"You're really sleepy, really... well, tell me what to do so you're willing to sleep?" Seeing Murong Qing's slapped delicate face that was watery and moist... eyes that looked very energetic, Su Biluo gave up Resist said in frustration.

"Bai before...she knew how to sing or tell me stories." The good boy Murong Qing blinked his eyes, stretched out his arms to hug Su Biluo who was lying on the quilt, and even arched his head.

It turned out that apart from his hands, other parts of this person were also cool, which was actually much lower than ordinary people.