The woman who crossed the world disguised herself as a man and entered the world

The two of them sank quietly to the bottom of the water like this. The clothes on their bodies were soaked in the water without any effect, and they still kept their original dryness.

There are more and more pictures in Lan Qi'er's mind, and her thoughts are becoming clearer and clearer.

The mind is no longer clogged with pain.

But her hands were still tightly gripping his shirt.

The dependence from her body that is not controlled by her makes her not want to let go, don't let go!It seems that she has been waiting for this moment for too long...too long...

"Yan, from now on, you can only let me bully you, you only belong to me, you know!" Ling'er, who was only five years old, put her hands on her hips and said to the tender, elegant and beautiful Mo Yan in front of her.

Although he was only five years old, Mo Yan at this time already possessed the elegance and calmness of an adult. Looking at the domineering Ling'er, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his voice was clear and gentle, "Okay, from now on, Mo Yan will be just Ling'er." I belong to you alone." Actually, even if you don't tell me, I'm only yours.

Seven years old

When Ling'er was flying a kite on the hillside, she sprained her foot. Mo Yan refused the help of others, bent down and carried her on her back for several miles.

In the sunset

Ling'er lay on his back, inhaling the faint fragrance of his body, which also had a slight herbal smell.

make her sleepy

With her eyes closed, Ling'er put her arms around his neck, and said with a smile, "Yan... in the future, will you still be so kind to me?" Yan's pampering made her completely addicted, and she was afraid that if one day, he left What should I do if I lose myself?How should she live alone.

Carrying her strange words, after hearing her, her body trembled slightly, the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc, and she whispered softly but with firmness never before

"Moyan will always be good to Ling'er in this life. Even if I grow old and die, I will still be the same!..."

That was the first oath he made, and he kept it from beginning to end, never forgetting it!

Under the setting sun, there are two young children, breezy and innocent but with a touch of happy laughter.

Eight years old, nine years old, ten years old... The two young children gradually grew up, their feelings became stronger and closer as time passed, and they got closer together.

Until the age of 13, the young and ignorant Ling'er still clung to Mo Yan's room and refused to leave.

I am used to listening to him tell stories to me every day, I am used to him patting my back every day, coaxing myself to sleep, I am used to his good morning and good night kisses every day. (on the forehead)

I am used to every night, after I kick the quilt out of bed, I hug the people around me tightly to get warmth, and then let him carefully and gently help me close the quilt.

Even at the age of Jidi, Ling'er is still stubborn and sticks to her own opinion, no matter who comes to persuade her, her attitude remains the same.

Ling'er and Mo Yan's master Xianfeng Taoist saw that the two children had such a good relationship, they were worried at first, but after talking with Mo Yan later, they cheerfully acquiesced to Ling'er's behavior.

If, as a result, the two children are happy, the world and ethics will no longer exist here!

When 14-year-old Ling'er had her first menarche, it was Mo Yan who hugged her and coaxed her, telling her how to handle it well.

From now on, every month, whenever Ling'er's menstrual event comes, it is Mo Yan who uses his true energy to soften her abdomen, and he helps her wash clothes every day (even if it is not these few days, every day in the past is Mo Yan Can you do the laundry for me? Ling'er poked her waist and shouted, "We went to the river to wash together, okay? How could he be alone?" It’s better for Mo Yan to work on his own.” Ling’er, who was wronged, shut her mouth and stopped talking)

For Mo Yan to fully take on the work of an old mother, it may be very hard in the eyes of others, but this is Mo Yan's happiest happiness.