However, before going to seek justice for this little thing, it's best to... clean things up first.
Jiang Muhan looked at the two loose knots on the little Zaizai's head, the dirty little face full of tears, the clothes full of mud... and a small torn bag filled with pastries and jelly beans.
Jiang Muhan:…………
When he was begging for food on the street when he was a child, he once picked up a rag doll that others did not want.
The doll was dirty and its horsehair hair was a mess.
But he still liked it as if he had found a treasure. He went to the river to wash the dirty body of the rag doll, and combed and tied the messy hair one by one, and then tied it into a nice look.
The rag doll finally turned into the image of his mother in his memory.
During that winter when he was starving, when he curled up on the street corner to sleep every night, he would hug the doll tightly, imagining that his mother was holding him to sleep.
But the doll was finally snatched away by other little beggars.
But now, he seems to have a new baby.
——Still a dirty, unwanted doll.
Jiang Muhan curled his lips, reached out and took off his cloak, put it on the new baby, and barely put on new clothes.
He took out another piece of silk handkerchief filled with sandalwood, pinched the little baby's chubby little face with both hands, dipped it in warm tea, and patiently wiped the dirty, wet, tear-stained face little by little. Clean.
The little Zaizai raised his head and looked at him unblinkingly with his dark eyes.
The tears gradually stopped, and the sadness of being displeased by my mother also dissipated.
The clear and sparkling round eyes are full of childish and simple love.
Her brother is good-looking and treats her very well - so Cao Cao likes her brother very much.
I like my brother as much as I like my grandfather and younger brother!
Jiang Muhan's hands were very skillful. His slender fingers penetrated her hair and gently helped her comb her messy hair.
However, his fingers were so cold that the little Zaizai could not help but shiver and shrink his neck.
Jiang Muhan's eyes darkened.
Little thing, do you dislike him?
But before Jiang Muhan's unstable temper could show up, Zaizai stretched out his two small hands and hugged his cold hand tightly.
"Brother~Leng~" the little Zaizai said in a milky voice, "Good boy~Brother Nuan~"
Xiao Zaizai held Jiang Muhan's hand, put it to his mouth and breathed, "Huh~huh~"
It's not cold anymore.
When her little hands were cold, grandpa would help her breathe like this!
Jiang Muhan:…………
The strange temper that Jiang Muhan wanted to have suddenly melted away without leaving a trace like snow under the sun.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the little Zaizai who kept helping him breathe out, feeling happier than ever before, "Okay, brother is not cold anymore."
He took out his hand and continued to comb Zaizai's hair.
However, this time it is softer and more detailed, and the pattern I want to weave is more complex and beautiful.
The hands that can cut a living person alive with three thousand cuts without dying are unexpectedly flexible and soft.
Soon, the two messy little knots turned into two little flowers made of braids.
Jiang Muhan thought for a while, then took off a string of white jade beads from his wrist and wrapped them around two small flowers.
The white jade beads of the finest material are shining and moving, reflecting the moonlight, and shining with a warm luster on the plush head. Two red tassels hang on the left and right sides of the little flower.
She is very noble and elegant, yet charming and cute, and her pair of dark round eyes are even more lively and incomparable.
Jiang admired Xiao Zaizai's face, looking left and right, and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad."
He said, "Let's go to the front yard."
