Hug

  Just a few steps away from her, under the light, this time taking a closer look, her small and delicate facial features, tiny nose tip, skin like snowflake clusters, every detail looked exactly like Nang Nang.

  Impulsiveness made him take a step forward, but he suddenly stopped and didn't know how to face it.

  Should I tell her who she is?

  But before the Lu family's decision is finalized, telling her would be not only rash but also put her in danger.

  Thinking of this afternoon's power outage, thinking of the last appraisal result which was not good.

  The eyebrows are tightly knitted and cannot be loosened, with a thousand words frozen in the tightly closed mouth.

  "Early summer?" At the sound of footsteps, she turned her head, and the silhouette outlined by the light was not Early Summer, but that icy man with a frosty demeanor. The crescent moon eyes behind his glasses widened slightly in surprise.

  As for him, at the moment he made eye contact with her, his eyebrows rose slightly, and he strode over to her in big steps. He stretched out both hands and gently pulled her into his arms.

  I held her in my arms just the day before yesterday, and I'm holding her again today. She feels so light, like a cotton ball.

  The most important thing is that in his hands, it can be touched, no longer a dream, warm, hot, emotional, flavorful... it's the feeling of being held by Nangnang.

  At this moment, holding her like this, hugging her, she can't see, no one can see, he can briefly get hot around his eyes, break the ice and melt, his fingers grasping tightly at the clothes on her back, his lowered chin leaning tightly against her soft hair, closing his eyes, wanting to remember this feeling firmly: it's Nangnang.

  She was suddenly hugged by the other person, and her glasses on the bridge of her nose were instantly knocked askew. Not only could she not see, but her nose and mouth were also blocked by the other person's clothes.

  Until she flailed her arms like a drowning person and grabbed onto him, he woke up with a start and loosened his hold on her.

  She took advantage of this to struggle free from him, then without thinking, raised her hand and slapped his face.

  "Wait!" Yao Ziye shouted urgently from the doorway.

  "Alright, you rascal, you clearly know she has a boyfriend."

  Unexpectedly, he stood there, the tall and coldly arrogant Comrade Junya, facing the palm of his hand raised by Manman, his eyebrows as still as an iceberg, his face straight ahead: "Hit me."

  This is what he owes her, the happiness he owes her for twenty years. One slap is not enough to relieve his guilt, and even if she grabs his collar and asks him for anything, he is willing.

  Early summer stuck around, muttering in a low voice: "You're quite self-aware, huh."

  Yao Ziye rushed to their side, took a look at Lu Jun's unmoving icy face, and turned back to Manman, his slender eyes shining quietly as he said: "If you really want to hit him, can you hit me first?"

  It was he who first suggested taking the baby out, and he is the chief culprit.

  Early summer saw them two, and flashed in her mind: one, two, did I take the wrong medicine today?

  She finally managed to adjust her glasses with the tip of her finger, and when she looked up clearly at the two men, she felt a flash of confusion like in early summer. However, when the other person deliberately turned his face to let her hit him, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not to mention Comrade Jun, this Mr. Yao had never done anything to her, so why should she hit him?

  She waved her hand in the air, grasped a handful of nothing and pulled it back, then bent down to pick up the pen that had fallen when he hugged her. She blew off the dust on the pen and tried to save face for her boyfriend's comrade, saying: "Colonel Lu, although I don't know what happened outside just now, you're an educated person, you should understand this etiquette. China is not like foreign countries, where men and women do not make physical contact."

  "I know." A single sentence contains a thousand words and ten thousand meanings.

  Perplexed, she flew over the lens again, furrowed her eyebrows: "I said, if you have anything to say, can't it wait until I'm done working?"

  say

  Tell her——

  It's not time yet.

  Yao Ziye grasped his military cap tightly with one hand, as if he was going to crush it.

  Lu Jun's face was unexpectedly ugly and iron-blue.

  Look at this, early summer hums: everyone knows that it's two grandpas, and after a while, they won't be able to do anything.

  Manman felt that if they insisted on standing here, she would definitely not be able to continue working, so she let out a sigh and said: "Please wait for me outside. I'll just wash my hands first."

  It wasn't until she said that, that Lu Jun discovered her hands were dirty, covered in paint and other things, and there was a similarly dirty apron tied around her waist.

  She noticed him staring at his dirty hands, but Manman didn't mind much. Maybe compared to ordinary office women, her job was quite dirty.

  Early summer saw, two knives inserted on both sides, explaining to friends: "Don't underestimate the work of a framer. You know, the paintings you normally hang at home, the ones you see at exhibitions, are all placed in frames, and these are all after the last painstaking process of the framer, so that you can see a complete and clean painting."

  The two men who heard this looked even more vague: they were not disgusted with her, but felt that she deserved better and could have something better.

  Manman was washing her hands at the sink, naturally understanding that they didn't think she was dirty. She raised an eyebrow and said lightly: "Forget it, not everyone can understand the work of a mounting master." Including her sister who studied painting, looked down on this kind of work that required endurance.

  "Vines----"

  Outside, Wen Shixuan entered the gate and looked for his eldest daughter's voice.

  The two men suddenly became like stone statues as if they had been shot by something.

  "Dad." Mangmang hobbled on one foot, but still rushed out at the fastest speed to greet Wen Shixuan.

  "Ah, be careful." Chū Xiā hurriedly followed up to support her.

  Yao Ziye carefully looked out in the direction they had gone, and saw Manman standing in front of Wen Shixuan, her face radiant with a smile he had never seen before - like sunshine, dazzling and overflowing with sweet happiness and affection.

  Her narrow eyes fixed on the warm scene of the father and daughter, suddenly she didn't dare to turn her head to look at Lu Jun, a cold breath blew from behind.

  "Dad, I've said it before, if you're too busy, then don't come."

  "Dad, what would you like to drink? Are you hungry? I have some dumplings in the fridge."

  "Dad, I told you not to buy anything over here, what's the point of buying things over here?"

  She called others "Dad", and also called that man "Dad".

  He slammed his fist onto the table.

  "Lu Jun!" Just in time to stop him from hitting, Yao Ziye slowly and heavily shook his head, saying in a low voice, "You know that before, we would often meet."

  His eyebrows went from tight to loose, and then tighter again, but his eyes had already gradually regained their usual coldness: "You're right. For now, we can only let her shout, until one day..."

  Suddenly feeling a chill behind him, Wen Shixuan was pulled by his daughter into the room and couldn't help but look back. It seemed like there was someone in the opposite room, but he couldn't see very clearly: "Mangmang, is there a guest?"

  Digression

  At first, I thought of the framing industry because a friend was doing this line, feeling that it is a selfless and dedicated person and industry, worthy of respect and love. So I want to express my respect to all those who are silently dedicating themselves to their work. Fei Ma is really awesome...