Everyone said she was a monster, and he said, "They think you are a monster, you can't treat yourself as a monster.

The gentleman treats her very well, both a teacher and a friend.

He was talented and had a great vision and knowledge. He taught her to read and paint, teach her right and wrong, and told her that the great things were great and traditional customs. He restrained himself and returned to courtesy but was not rigid, and was gentle and elegant.

He was a little older, and had experienced the vast world, the spring fog and warm sun, the rain, snow, wind and frost, and all kinds of people and many things. Therefore, he was more calm and firm.

He should be a literati, but he has a knighthood, and the word pedantic has nothing to do with him.

The gentleman is the gentleman, who is unrestrained and restrained, has a strong character, writes about spring and autumn on the top of the mountain, and clears the clouds and mists to embrace the sun and the moon.

He was involved in many books and loved lonely books very much. He could read not only the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Etiquette and folk books. He would tell her if he encountered interesting places, and his myths and stories that children loved were also open to his mouth.

The husband taught her a lot of things, so many that Ranbai benefited her whole life. When he was harsh, he would be scared, but most of them were calm and gentle. He would accompany her to do what she liked, buy candied haws for her, make dumplings for her, coax her to sleep, coax her to take medicine, and would also take Ranbai out to play, let her try all kinds of things, and never forget to bring her some interesting gadgets when going out. Perhaps it is not expensive, but it is rare in the world.

Perhaps he has always treated her as a child, so naturally he is the one who is indulging her.

Ranbai always felt that Mr. is the best Mr. in the world.

It was not until the winter that year that he couldn't afford to get sick that she realized that the husband was not perfect either.

He will also get sick, get tired, and be willful.

He also said that he is actually a human being, so he doesn't have to look at him so high.

His name is Mo Chen.

It's another winter.

November.

It's her birthday.

There was a warm sun outside the window. There was just a first snowfall not long ago, and snow water dripped under the eaves of the attic.

The light and shadow fell on the dressing table, blurring the figures of two people.

The man was spotless in white clothes, and was obsessed with a wooden comb to comb the sleepy girl's hair.

The long silver hair hung to the pale and thin ankles, like a waterfall waving silver light.

“A lot of joy is more than one comb.”

He said.

"One comb will bring peace and tranquility."

The sound is like broken jade knocking on ice, and the clearer sounds better.

"Three combs for the year without worries."

Snow-white sleeves, gentle movements.

"I want to comb my husband's hair, too." Ranbai looked at himself in the mirror and the figure of the young man, and said seriously.

"When our Ah Bai grows up, come and comb your husband's hair." He smiled, "The husband will be old by then."

He is a human being with a life span of more than a hundred years.

The blood clan is different. They live forever and live forever.

Ranbai closed his eyes: "Sir, will never grow old."

"Inheriting Abaiji's words."

The man in the mirror is dressed in white and looks gentle forever.

Like a mirror, flowers, water and moon.

Ranbai sulked alone and ignored him. He turned around and was coaxed by the little snowman piled up outside Mo Chen.

"Don't you really don't watch it?"

"Just take a look." Ranbai's mouth was hard.

"Thank you, Abai."

He put on a fox fur, and the white fluff made the girl's cheeks look paler and delicate, and she gave birth to a pair of pure blood-colored eyes.

It was snowing outside the attic, and the eyes were full of kindness.

The snow was carved into a white-colored look, holding a little rabbit, looking pitiful, and was lifelike in the sun.

Several snow-white rabbits were fabricated next to them and turned around the strip white.

"Why did you pinch me like this?" Ranbai frowned, his expression becoming more vivid.

Still a child after all.

"Didn't this make us A Bai a little more lively?" Mo Chen looked at the snow sculpture, then looked at her again, and said in a warm voice, "It's very cute."

The gentleman's white clothes seemed to blend into the snow, with a clear breeze and clear moon.

"I want to pinch it too." She muttered lazily.

"good."

It was not until the evening that Ranbai barely pinched a snowman outline. Although he began to be spoofed, he still seriously wanted to carve the snowman well.

“Awesome.”

He never stings in praise and encouragement.

Gentle and polite to others, it seems to be engraved in this person's bones.

Ranbai glanced at him and said nothing.

At that time, she felt that this snowman was far less than one thousandth of a thousandth of her husband.

In the evening.

The gentleman made the cake and took the candle.

"Taste your craft."

Before meeting my husband, Ranbai never had his own cake. When he was with his grandfather... he had not had time to celebrate his birthday.

"Every day from now on, Ah Bai will eat the cake made by his husband obediently." He knew what she was thinking, and comforted her calmly, her voice clear and the still water flowed deeper, "Come and make a wish."

"Sir, how old are you, you still believe in this?" Ranbai had already learned to cover up his sadness and looked at the cake casually.

"As long as the sir is here, no matter what Abai wishes will be effective." Under the light, he smiled, "Do you want to worship me? It's very effective."

——As long as the sir is there.

This sentence.

Let Ranbai remember it for a lifetime.

So he was gone later.

He broke his promise.

He lied to her.

Ranbai said that he didn't care, but his eyebrows and eyes were weak, and he made a pious wish with his eyes closed.

When she opened her eyes, the gentleman looked at her: "One year, one gift, one inch of joy, but when it comes to good times, it is appropriate to praise the times."

"Happy birthday, we Abai."

There are only two people in the attic, but they are not empty.

She is no longer alone and sits alone for a day.

As long as the sir is there.

——‘Grandpa, I'm one year older, and the sir taught me very well. Have you seen it?’

Ranbai didn't like to listen to those red tape and square rules, so Mo Chen disliked her. Instead, she frowned and asked in a low voice: "Do you have to learn these?"

"If you don't want to learn, don't learn anymore." He put down the book.

As long as he is in one day, she will always be willful, not know the general and not know the limits, and why not understand the truth?

Just be happy.

"Sir, I'm so nice to me. What should I do if I spoiled me?"

She was always worried about gains and losses and was insecure, so he coaxed her again and again: "A Bai deserves it."

He spent year after year with her, combing her hair, teaching her to write, celebrating her birthday together, celebrating New Year's Eve together, playing with her snow, making dumplings, and making cakes.

That year, the light and shadow were in full swing, and his body was elegant and upright.

Ranbai couldn't cook, so he didn't let Ranbai step across the kitchen.

He said: "Mr. I will be very happy to practice cooking skills."

Sometimes he would proudly pinch her face and smile and say that he was feeding her fat bite.

On New Year's Eve, he made a lot of dumplings, pinched all kinds of vivid little animals, listened to the bell at midnight, told her bedtime stories, and said good night softly.

Ranbai listened to the low voice in a daze before going to bed, not very real, as if it came from a very distant place.

"I wish our Abai will grow up in this life, be generous, worry-free, sick, disaster-free, and trouble-free, and be happy every year."

She thought.

So, sir.

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Chapter completed!