cuddling in his arms

Chapter 314 Three years later

Three years later.

Mo Xiaoli stood quietly on the sea area, when the wind blew, she wrapped her shawl tightly around her body, and stepped on the sand step by step, one footprint after another, deep and shallow.

"Ziqing, they all say you are dead, but I don't believe it." Mo Xiaoli sat down and spoke to the sea.

"They say that even if this sea can't kill you, your disease will kill you, but I know you must live somewhere in this world, because I know you are An Ziqing, you How could it be possible to die?"

She talked and laughed.

"Ziqing, if you didn't lie to me back then, what would we be like now? I can't imagine that maybe you would leave this world completely in front of me, leaving me with no hope. If so, then I would rather be like now, I still have a hope that I can wait and look forward to."

"That way I have the courage to continue living."

"Mo-Xiao-li." Mo Xiaoli was talking to An Ziqing to himself, when a childish voice mingled in the wind in the distance shouted, each word dragged on for a long time.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a white child running towards her, like a glutinous rice dumpling, because this place was full of sandy beaches, and the child had short arms and short legs, and it was very difficult for him to run.

Mo Xiaoli hurriedly got up and ran towards An Moxuan, An Moxuan threw his arms into Mo Xiaoli's arms, and was about to hug Mommy's leg, uh, why was he hugging a ball of sand, oh, mouth It's full of sand.

Mo Xiaoli bent over to help him, but he refused to let Mommy help him, and got up by himself, Bai Shengsheng's face turned gray at this moment.

"Does it hurt?" Mo Xiaoli asked.

Little Nuomi Tuanzi snorted softly, "Mo Xuan is a man, he is not afraid of pain."

Mo Xiaoli smiled, and pulled his son's white and tender face with his hands, "We, Mo Xuan, have grown up."

The little glutinous rice dumpling took a step back and said disgustedly: "I have grown up and become a big man, don't touch my face casually, I am very loyal to Li Ye in our small class."

Mo Xiaoli bent his fingers and tapped his forehead, "I'm Mommy, can't I touch your face casually?"

"Then are you a woman?" An Moxuan asked with squinting eyes.

Mo Xiaoli: "..."

"If you're a woman, you can't touch it."

Mo Xiaoli looked at his son who had just taken shape. He was only four years old, and now he was in a kindergarten class, and he knew so much. Suddenly, he felt that there was something wrong with his education method.

She has never forced the child to learn anything. She just wants the child to grow up freely. He can do whatever he likes. When other children are practicing piano, calligraphy, and various specialties, An Moxuan must sit Watching TV there and watching too many romantic dramas must have caused him to mature prematurely.

But she's only three years old, so she must be a little too precocious.

"Who brought you here?" Mo Xiaoli decided not to discuss this with his son, and went to their kindergarten to ask the teacher when he was free.

"Uncle brought me here." An Moxuan wrinkled his nose, as if he was annoyed by his uncle.

"Xiao Li." Mo Shaohua walked over from a distance, his white clothes and blue trousers seemed to look like the green boy back then.

"elder brother."

"Don't come here all day long, it's getting colder, and it's windy here." Mo Shaohua stretched out his hand to wrap Mo Xiaoli's hair that was scattered on his face behind his ears.

Mo Xiaoli took a step back in surprise, she lowered her head and said, "Brother, don't bring Mo Xuan here in the future, maybe Ziqing will pass by here tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)