Found a loyal dog

Chapter 8

Now that you have the information you want, there is no need to stay any longer.

After listening to the book for a while, Murong got up and said goodbye to Hao Shuai: "We still have something to do, let's go first."

Hao Shuai didn't hold back, he simply waved his hand: "See you by fate."

When I came out of "Xiangyuan", it was not time for dinner, and "Xiangyuan" was opened in the center of the town, and when I went out, I saw a bustling street, with shops of different styles next to each other, and various snacks had already appeared You can smell the tempting aroma from afar.

Mu Shao was held by Murong with one hand, and walked forward with Murong, but his eyes were glued to the stalls on both sides, and his saliva was almost all over the place.

A father and daughter walked towards each other, the daughter was just as greedy as Mu Shao, she stood still in front of the stall and pulled her father's clothes to play with her temper and wanted to buy them, but the father quickly gave in after being pestered for a while.

Mu Shao couldn't help showing envy, looking back while walking, but didn't ask Murong for it.

Murong found out, knelt down and touched Mu Shao's head, and asked softly: "Do you want to eat that shortbread?" Murong felt sad, in some respects Mu Shao is too sensible, and he is not like a child of this age .

Mu Shao pinched the corner of her clothes and shook her head.She really wanted to eat it, but she knew that it cost money.

Seeing her shaking her head, Murong felt more guilty, ran to the shortbread stand and bought a piece of shortbread and put it in Mu Shao's hands: "Eat it."

The shortbread is freshly made. The golden skin looks very crispy and delicious. The aroma is accompanied by the heat, which can easily arouse people's appetite.Mu Shao couldn't help swallowing, stretched her arms and handed them to Murong: "Mother, eat."

Murong pushed back: "Mother bought it for you, mother is not hungry."

Mu Shao was very stubborn and stretched out his arms all the time.

Murong's eyes were sore, both happy and sad, he broke off a small petal: "Then we are half of each other."

The four-year-old Mu Shao couldn't tell whether it was half or not. She only knew that she and her mother were sharing it, so she smiled contentedly and began to eat happily.

Mu Xiong silently slowed down a little behind them.The interaction between Murong and Mu Shao touches people's hearts. Holding hands, they form a family. This family is warm and happy, but it has nothing to do with her.There seemed to be an invisible barrier around them, but she was not inside.

Mu Xiong felt a feeling of loneliness for no reason.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the road." The passerby who bumped into Mu Xiong's back hastily apologized, and then continued to run forward.

A dull pain came from the part that hadn't completely healed, and Mu Xiong's cheek twitched violently.

"It's a rouge shop, let's go in and have a look." Murong beckoned to Mu Xiong, and walked in first.

The owner of the shop is a married man, and when he saw the customers coming in, he greeted them with a smile all over his face: "Are the two ladies buying for my husband or the person I love? Our shop has the most complete range of rouge and gouache in the town." , I’ve sold it for several years, and the ones I’ve used say they’re good.”

Mu Xiong smelled a soaring pungent fragrance before he entered the door, and quickly retracted the leg he stepped in.To Mu Xiong, the power brought by this fragrance was no less than a nuclear explosion. Mu Xiong quickly held his breath and concentrated, and decided to stay away from this store.

She stood outside the rouge shop and waited for Murong. The men passing by all looked at her curiously, and some of them even smiled coquettishly for no apparent reason, and Mu Xiong's face became darker and darker.

At this time Murong came out from inside, grabbed Mu Xiong's arm and pulled it in: "What are you doing standing there, come and help me choose a color."

Mu Xiong instinctively didn't want to go in. In her opinion, how could she, a woman, enter such a place frequented by men.But Mu Xiong didn't move, Murong's palm was still attached to her cool skin, the feeling of kissing Murong's skin was not as repulsive as imagined, on the contrary, it was a little warm.

Mu Xiong was dazed, and missed the opportunity to struggle. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had been pulled into the store and stood in front of a row of shelves. The colorful rouge powder was more dazzling than fireworks, and Mu Xiong was dizzy.

When Murong saw her blankly staring at the row of rouge and gouache, Murong couldn't help feeling amused: "If you can't choose, don't force it."

She pushed Murong onto a chair in the store: "Just help me be a model."

Mu Xiong didn't understand: "What are you doing?"

Murong winked at her: "You'll find out after a while."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and asked the boss: "Can you try makeup here?"

The boss nodded in good temper: "Yes."

Murong got permission, took the trial boxes of the two colors he liked from the shelf, and first spread a layer of powder on Mu Xiong's face as a base.

It was Mu Xiong's first time to put on makeup, and he felt weird and ashamed. He couldn't sit still on his buttocks immediately, and wanted to stand up: "It's not a man."

Murong pushed her back by pressing her shoulders, and coaxed her nicely: "It will be done in a while, you just treat it as a favor for me, I can't find anyone else to try on makeup except you, and I will give it to you after the trial." You wipe it off."

People who usually don't show weakness occasionally show such a low profile, and the effect is very obvious. In addition, Mu Xiong is now relying on Murong, and he owes favors. wipe."

"Okay, okay." Murong coaxed, and his hands kept moving, wiping very carefully, not sparing even the corners.

This is the first time Mu Xiong has seen Murong focus on things other than painting. She suddenly wondered who Murong was thinking about when he was putting on makeup: "Who are you buying these things for?"

Murong took it for granted, "It must be for my wife Susu."

Mu Xiong was surprised: "It turns out that Mu Shao's other mother is her."

As soon as Murong heard it, she knew she had misunderstood: "You are overthinking, wife is just a nickname, Susu is too mysterious, I haven't hooked up with Susu yet."

How can you call each other's wife if you are not married!Mu Xiong frowned and scolded: "Frivolous!"

Murong had expected Mu Xiong's reaction in this way: "Expressing love starts with changing the name. You still have to fantasize about swan meat, in case you eat it one day."

Mu Xiong is well aware of Murong's slippery personality, he sighed and stopped trying to change Murong, and settled for the next best thing: "If you really like that person, then pursue him well, and don't mess around again."

She said it seriously, but Murong smiled, and said with deep meaning: "Like does not mean that we will be together. There are many kinds of love. Like me, it can only be regarded as one-off. Even disposable paper cups can be repeated many times. If you use it, you still cannot escape the fate of being thrown away in the end.”

Mu Xiong frowned: "What do you mean..."

Murong's thumb suddenly pressed on the tip of Mu Xiong's eyebrows, and gently kneaded the center of Mu Xiong's eyebrows with his fingertips. The warm touch fell on his forehead, and Mu Xiong was stunned for a moment.

The distance was too close, and Murong's hair slid down from his shoulders, drawing an arc in the air, and finally stopped at Mu Xiong's nose. Mu Xiong, who was in the fragrant rouge and gouache, unexpectedly caught the light coming from Murong's hair. Soap locust smell, very fresh, very comfortable.

Murong's voice was very gentle: "Why do you always frown, be careful that wrinkles grow quickly. You should smile more, in fact, you look pretty when you smile."

The rosy lips opened and closed in front of his eyes, Mu Xiong seemed to lose his consciousness for a moment, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the clouds.Mu Xiong pulled the corner of his mouth in a strange way and smiled.

"Hahahaha, two different colors of rouge are really ugly on the face!" Murong burst out laughing, and knelt down covering his aching stomach.

Mu Xiong: "..."

Murong: "Hey, where are you going? The rouge hasn't been wiped off yet!"

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"Master, Master Li asked you to go to her study."

"I see." The yellow-haired man rolled over and got off the horse neatly, and waved his hands to tell the messenger to get off.

The man with yellow hair didn't go back to his room first, but went directly to the study.He was calm on the surface, but in fact he was restless.He could guess with his toes what the mother who was eager for quick success told him to do.

"I've met my mother." The yellow-haired man knelt on the ground, kowtowed expressionlessly.

The woman sitting at the table was wearing a traditional wide-sleeved gown and looked at least 30 years old. She picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea slowly, as if the person kneeling on the ground was not her own son.

The yellow-haired man was already numb, knelt on the ground and stopped talking.

The woman slowly removed the teacup after drinking enough tea, and looked down at the man kneeling on the ground condescendingly: "I heard that you went to the 'Xiangyuan' again today? Are you talking and laughing with a woman?"

The yellow-haired man smiled and said: "Mother, why do you have to beat around the bush? Didn't you see everything I did sitting in the lobby?" My son wanted to ask, why did my mother, who doesn't like listening to books, suddenly fall in love with that book? 'Xiangyuan', as long as I go there, it will last for three months."

His contradictory tone made the woman turn cold, and put the ceramic teacup heavily on the table: "Presumptuous! Are you talking to elders!"

The yellow-haired man sneered: "Comparing my heart to my heart, I will treat her as others treat me."

The woman was so angry that the corners of her mouth trembled, and she barely suppressed her anger and said to the yellow-haired man: "I don't care what you think, pack yourself up and follow me to the emperor tomorrow, behave well, don't embarrass me, let alone see you wearing clothes tomorrow." Look like today! Li Wanjun, look for yourself, is there any rich man dressed like you who is neither human nor ghost? What does a man look like in long trousers!"

After she finished speaking, she left.

He must be really angry, otherwise he wouldn't call him by his full name. He hasn't heard her call his name for a long time, and he thought she had forgotten it long ago.Li Wanjun thought about it as irrelevant, and stood up calmly.

After a cool breeze blew in the corridor, Li Wanjun went back to his room and took a bowl of hot porridge to the room located in the corner of the backyard.

The house was very dilapidated, the door panels were old and rotten, and the wind leaked when the wind was stronger. There were no trees around the house, only messy weeds accompanied the wooden house.Li Wanjun's eyes moved inch by inch outside the room, feeling desolate spontaneously, his whole body seemed to be soaked in ice water, it was bitingly cold.

A long time ago, this place was not so deserted, but in three years, the world has been turned upside down.

Li Wanjun restrained his emotions and pushed open the door.

The man in the room turned around quickly after hearing the sound of the door opening, and the expression of surprise on his face turned into disappointment when he saw that it was Li Wanjun who came: "It's you."

Li Wanjun felt as if a needle had been pricked in his heart. The feeling of sadness was more turbulent than the tide, and it was so tightly wrapped that it made people breathless.He took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Father, she won't come, you forget about her. She did so many wrong things back then, she is the one who is sorry for you."

The man shook his head slowly, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably: "Your mother has her reasons for doing this. She is a woman and the head of the family, so she has too many things to worry about."

He was so sad that he shed tears, but he didn't say a word about the cold reception he received back then.

Li Wanjun wanted to laugh, but his cheek muscles were too stiff and he couldn't laugh.

This world is so unfair, love is a beautifully packaged piss, it is sweet in the mouth, but the sugar coating at the beginning melts, and it is too late for you to spit out the rest.

Li Wanjun clenched his free hand tightly in his sleeve, he would never be the next one.