Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

After so many years, even if he wants to wear those country bumpkin clothes, he will never know the rarity of a hand-knitted sweater until someone spends his time sitting under the lamp and knitting for him stitch by stitch.

Touching the warm wool of the sweater with my hand, thinking of my mother's love when I was a child, my thoughts rolled over, and tears rolled down unconsciously.

He hurriedly wiped it off with the back of his hand, the boy did not flick his tears easily.

Chang Chang was taken aback.

The expression of the whole person opened in a 0-shape in astonishment, "Ah, Chang Mian, what's the matter with you? If you don't like it, just tell me. I'll give you another birthday present, so you don't have to cry for me."

She actually made Chang Mian cry, and she was so at a loss that she didn't know what to do.

"Who is crying?" Chang Mian concealed his emotions, grabbed her into his arms, squeezed her tightly on his chest, and hugged her soft body forcefully: "Which eye of yours saw you cry?"

"Hmm... Chang Mian, you're hugging me too tightly." A sudden hug almost made her die, almost unable to breathe.

"Hold on!"

Although Chang Mian said so, the strength in his hand was loosened a bit, and he buried his head in her neck, and leaned close to her ear, his voice was obviously concealed deliberately, but he still choked up: "Thank you for the birthday present, I am ……like very much."

Changshang could only feel that his breath was moist, along the base of her ears, into her heart, and even her heart became hot and humid.

Her mind froze. "You won't...were moved to tears?"

No way, it's just a sweater.

Chang Shang abandoned this idea.

Chang Mian just clasped her waist tightly, his mood fluctuating.

"When I was young, my mother knit sweaters for me." The corners of his eyes were moist, and warmth radiated from the bottom of his heart: "It's a pity that I didn't know how to cherish it at that time, and now I regret it and think about it again, and she won't knit sweaters for me again. "

"Chang Mian, do you miss your mother?" It turned out that he was thinking of his parents, so he was so sad that he cried?

She held her breath and stroked his back.

"Don't be sad, your parents are the pillars of the country, they sacrificed their lives for the country, and they must be in heaven now, living a very good life."

Changshang's voice was soft and soft, wrapping around the depths of his ears, spreading and entwining into his heart again, the corners of his eyes were moist again, silently did not answer her words, just wanted to hug her... Just hold her like this...be quiet for a while...

"Chang Mian, are you in a better mood?" After a long time, Shangshang felt his body was a little stiff, and couldn't help asking, "Can you let me go when you're in a better mood."

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while..." His voice seems to have not calmed down until now. It is his heart that has not calmed down, right?