My Bamboo Horse is jealous again

Chapter 42 Give Me Your Hand
"Luo Mengmeng, if you make a mistake, you have to admit it bravely. It has nothing to do with being stupid or not." Hearing the sound, Gu Zhihan couldn't help but lower his eyebrows to look at the little girl in his arms, and put his warm palm on hers. On the head, although the voice is immature, the words that come out are extraordinarily powerful.

"Actually, it's not terrible to make mistakes. What's terrible is that we don't want to admit our mistakes."

Luo Mengmeng listened in confusion, but at this moment she looked up at the boy's resolute face, and felt that he was extraordinarily tall and responsible.

After a long time, Mengmeng often thinks of what he said today. It was this boy who taught her to admit her mistakes, and he taught herself more and more things...

He is not only her fiancé whom she has arranged for a baby kiss, but also her good teacher and helpful friend.

"Ok!"

Now Mengmeng nodded her head vigorously, and said again, "I won't cheat in the exam again."

Admittedly, it seems that the boulder in my heart has also fallen.

"It's a good girl who knows what's wrong and can correct it." Gu Zhihan touched her furry head again, the corners of his lips gently raised, took her hand, and continued to walk towards the cleaning area, "What should we do now?" Go clean up the cleaning area."

"Let's go..." Mengmeng followed his pace.

It just snowed heavily yesterday, and the school is covered with snow everywhere, and the cleaning area of ​​class one (1) is no exception.

The thick layer of snow was covered with withered and yellow leaves, which made cleaning more difficult.

Halfway through the sweep, Tong Mo and Lu Zichen also came towards here with brooms and dustpans.

"Why are you here?" After hearing the footsteps, Mengmeng raised her eyes and looked at them in surprise.

"Of course we share the blessings, and we share the hardships!"

Tong Mo and Lu Zishen said in unison, with a sense of innocence that only belongs to this age on their small faces.

Even Gu Zhihan couldn't help being touched.

There are many people who add icing on the cake, but very few people give charcoal in a timely manner.

When the cleaning area was finished, the hands of several people were all red and swollen from the cold, especially Luo Mengmeng.

Her skin has always been very delicate, not only her little hands are as cold as big pig's hooves, her little face is also very red, and she keeps stomping her feet and rubbing her hands to keep herself warm.

"It's cold?" Seeing her like this, Gu Zhihan couldn't help but put down the broom in his hand, and walked towards her with long legs.

"Yeah, it's cold..." Mengmeng answered while looking at him with her big pitiful eyes.

Gu Zhihan and her looked at each other, and then he motioned to her, "Give me your hand."

"What's wrong?" Mengmeng was puzzled.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Gu Zhihan's handsome face showed a hint of impatience, and he simply stretched out his hand and pulled her huddled little fingers over, wrapping them in his big palm.

He even raised it up, put her little hand on his lips, and breathed lightly on her red and swollen little finger.

The warm breath fell between the sensitive fingers, itching, just like the March wind blowing across the heart lake, creating circles of ripples.

Luo Mengmeng froze in place for an instant, staring at the boy in front of her without blinking, and the scene of the boy warming her hands was clearly reflected in the clear pupils.

At some point in the sky, snowflakes fluttered again, one by one, flying, spinning, and falling on the two of them one after another.

The world seemed to have lost its sound, and it was quiet, only the little boy was left earnestly helping the little girl warm her fingers.

　The main character's name has been changed~~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)