The night is deep and everything is silent.

Qiao Nan was completely collapsed when he encountered such a thing halfway through sleep.

It's not once or twice. Over the years, I don't know when he started, but he has been awakened from his sleep in a wave after a while.

Qiao Nan sat in a daze in the quilt, covering her forehead and was confused-

The revelations I heard from Mu Xiangyao not long ago suddenly came into my head.

"Fuck!" Then he irritably lifted the quilt and got out of the bed barefoot and rushed towards the door as fast as possible, pulled the door open and looked out.

The corridor leading to each room on the second floor of Qiao's family was quietly asleep. You could almost hear the sound of the needle tip falling to the ground, and you could not see any suspect except him.

It was exactly the same as the scene he could see when he tried to explore the truth, so normal that he could not find any suspicious doubts. In the past, Qiao Nan might not be sure to vent a few swear words like before and then treat it as his own illusion. But now, combined with the truth that Mu Xiangxiang discovered, Qiao Nan's brain nerves in charge of recalling suddenly jumped actively.

He didn't have much experience of being awakened by this pain, at least he never had any of the time when his family didn't come back, but as long as the elder brother and father occasionally came home and then he had an argument with them during this period, there was a high probability that he would wake up so suddenly that night.

It doesn't necessarily work every time, but there are two conditions that must be met.

1. The eldest brother and father are at home at the same time. None of them can be at home alone or at home with Luo Meisheng only.

2. Arguing. Generally speaking, it is a quarrel with the elder brother...

He had always thought that this was just a nightmare caused by excessive mental stress due to his quarrel, and had also considered whether to find a Grade A hospital to see a psychiatric department. Now, if anyone is attacked when dreaming, he will still feel physical pain after waking up!

Now, the scalp on his forehead hurts as if he wants to lose his hair!

The door on the other end of the empty corridor was quietly, naturally, without any guilt, like most bedroom doors in this city at the o'clock. It seemed that they had never been opened.

Qiao Nan grabbed his door handle tightly and recalled the face that had always been calm to the point of being almost cold. His lips shivered hard-

It's crazy!!!

****

Mu Xiangxiang made up for the day after his father went out at noon, and woke up and did the questions all night.

She was still under psychological pressure after not going to Yingcheng for too long, so she looked at all the homework that Qiao Nan had completed during this period and then came back to her senses. It was already dawn, and the sound of pots and pans colliding outside the room could be heard.

She got up and relaxed her limbs, and listened to the door for a while. She could hear the low communication between her father and mother. The topic they discussed was their business today.

The content is quite important. Someone helped Mu Dad apply for a quota for exhibition stalls in a food court. The exhibition seemed to be very large and influential. The couple decided to do a big deal. There were a lot of ingredients to prepare. Mu Dad kept reminding Mu Dad to be careful not to show off when there were too many people to be busy.

Mu Xiangyao listened for a while before opening the door, and could smell the strong fragrance coming from outside through the crack of the door.

She hesitated for a few seconds before stepping out. Before dawn, the public area of ​​Mu's family was shrouded in the light, and Mu's father and Mu's mother were both standing in the kitchen.

Mu's father was frying something in a pot. The hot oil heat made an sizzling sound when it came into contact with food. He was wearing a gray apron and touching around, and was very busy. But Mu's mother didn't help, but just stood by her hands behind her back to watch.

Their voices became louder-

Mom Mu: "Did you hear me?"

Dad Mu: "Oh, I know, are you not at ease with your husband? Come and taste how fried this glutinous rice cake is-"

Mom Mu lifted her hair with her hands after the spatula fed by her husband and bit her mouth: "Perm!"

Dad Mu blew the pancakes on his shovel, found a small bowl to put them in, thought about it, limped to the chopsticks and touched his wife a pair of chopsticks, handed them all to his wife before continuing to work.

Mu Ma dragged a bench nearby while he was busy and started having a leisurely meal.

Even though I saw similar scenes before supper last year, Mu Xiangyan still couldn't recover.

When my father was walking, he still had the shadow of mobility. The damage caused to his body by the accident was irreversible. In the past, even his most rebellious brother knew to try his best to avoid letting him walk around and work. But at this moment, his healthy mother became the one who was taken care of.

This scene made her feel unfamiliar, which was completely different from the division of labor between the family and the family that she had been adapting to.

But this scene made her feel familiar. In her vague memory, it seemed that what appeared before her little one was the current picture.

She stood at the door of the room and was stunned for a while. When she was not careful, she was discovered by Mu's mother who was having breakfast. Mu's mother quickly stood up and looked at the watch on her wrist: "I wonder, why did you get up so early today?!"

Mu Xiangxiang came back to his senses, and at the same time, he saw his mother's new watch, and felt relieved: "Get up and review, memorize a few words."

Mu Ma came forward with a little distressed look on her wrist: "That's right, I'll get up to review at just what time. One of you, the other one, my brother, I can save my worries when you two can evenly."

The dim spotlight shone on her. Mu Xiangyao saw her mother clearly after she got closer. She was stunned again, and a little stunning appeared in her sight.

Mu's mother was still chewing, and when she saw her daughter's expression, she immediately showed a shy smile. She swallowed the things in her mouth, reached out to put the curly hair on her temples behind her ears: "How is it? I'm going to go to the exhibition with your dad today, so mom casually dressed up. How about it, does it look decent?"

Mu Xiang thought that there were only a few seconds before he could almost make a sound. She wanted to say that her mother's dress today was more than just decent!

My mother wore a silver-gray long-sleeved wool skirt, and the excellent cut of the mid-length skirt outlined her figure so slim and delicately. Her curly hair was blown fluffy, like a cloud, and she had always worn a light makeup on her face, which had never used skin care products!

Mu Xiang wondered how beautiful my mother was when she was young - from the occasional jokes from her parents and neighbors and the old photos she treasured at home. But she almost never had such a beautiful image as the other person. Since she became sensible, her mother was always haggard, and she had to shoulder a lot of responsibilities for this fragile home, just like an iron man, running around in countless hard work all day long.

The slim girl in the black and white photos in the album, wearing a work clothes and smiling cutely, was so unrealistic that Mu Yao could hardly connect her innocent and clear eyes with her mother's tired face after get off work.

But at this moment, she actually had a strange sense of dreams that penetrated time.

The kind of pampered, carefree innocence that was inconsistent with her actual age made her image infinitely close to the girl in the black and white photo in this second, until the two faces overlapped, and were not bad at all.

While working in the kitchen, Mu's father took the time to look back and complain: "Just listen to your mother, and he's dressed up casually. She ran out to dye her hair since you finished your meal yesterday. She dyed it until after ten o'clock, but she didn't show any signs of dyeing it. She didn't want to sleep this morning, so she got up and applied a mask at 10 o'clock, and applied it on her face, whispering it... Oh, please tell me about her quickly, don't do these extras in the future."

"What is unnecessary? Oh, I am old and have an old face. I can't even love to be beautiful?" Mom Mu looked back at her husband with a little unhappy.

"What does this have to do with age? Who said you have an old face?" Mu Dad looked puzzled, "I'm not afraid of you being tired! He is beautiful enough, and there is no need to make trouble. If you let you sleep in the morning, you are not sleeping, but you are so disobedient as an adult!"

Mom Mu's anger immediately turned into coquettishness: "Are you annoying? Go fry your cake--"

Dad Mu smiled and put the pot on the tear: "Then do you still eat?"

Mu Ma started ordering very naturally: "I don't want meat, I want sweet."

Dad Mu immediately rolled up his sleeves and limped to open the refrigerator to find red bean paste. Mom Mu pulled Mu Xiangyao to the table and followed him. The couple squeezed together under the light, and there was an indescribable sweetness flowing in their backs.

Mu Xiangyao sat on the stool and watched blankly. When her father struggled to squat down to search for the refrigerator, she almost subconsciously stood up, trying to stop the other party from working like before and then do it for herself. However, the hunched master turned his head and showed his bright face: "I think, Dad started to use the newly steamed red bean paste the day before yesterday, it tasted delicious. Do you want to make one for you?"

Newly steamed?

A refreshing sweet smell seemed to float in his mouth. Mu Xiangyao's intention to help was already on his lips. However, after meeting the pair of eyes that were confident in the taste of "the red bean paste I steamed by myself", he couldn't say it.

The refrigerator in front of Mu's squatting father was incredibly large. It was the goods carried by the strong men yesterday morning. From brands to size, the atmosphere of money was everywhere.

Mu thought it was difficult to associate this thing that might have been placed in Qiao's family with the financial situation of his family, but Mu's father was dissatisfied. Yesterday, he comforted Mu's mother who felt sorry for the price: "It's indeed a bit expensive, but it's big, and the bigger it is, the more it can stuff things. In summer, there is no need to worry about the material being broken. Isn't it still good for our business? Money is always made. You can't always rely on saving, save it, and you will lose your quality of life."

It was such a big tone.

It's true that it's quite like a head of family.

So she finally just sat down silently and nodded softly.

Dad Mu looked very happy and held out a heavy glass jar and stood up. Mom Mu also looked expectant. While watching her husband work, she turned her head to boast to her daughter: "Your father's skills in making red bean paste have been a skill for many years. When he was in the factory, whenever he had to steam bean paste bread, the employees of the factory would definitely have to come to the cafeteria early in the morning..."

Dad Mu laughed in a hurry as his wife boasted, and his movements became more and more flexible. He made pancakes in a few seconds, and put them on a plate before delivering them to his daughter: "Try it."

The soft glutinous rice crust was kneaded with fragrant lard, and the outer shell was fryed until golden. After one bite, it was accompanied by the crisp sound of [Crack], and the soft and elastic dough crust poured into the mouth with the sweet filling of red bean paste.

The bean paste is so delicate that it can’t taste any impurities, but it can taste the complex mellow fragrance in it. It is indeed a unique skill, just like my mother said.

Dad Mu supported the table with both hands, acting like a chef with a golden hat on his head, with bright eyes: "How is it?"

Mu Xiangyao raised her head and met her father's eyes that were shining with confidence. Her throat suddenly became choked. She shook her lips, as if she was very hungry. She opened her mouth and took a bite on the cake again, and then lowered her head in a vague voice while chewing: "...It's delicious. Dad, you are so awesome."

Dad Mu looked at his daughter's head and was stunned for a moment, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

In fact, recently, he has always felt that his daughter is strange, and sometimes it even makes him feel very inconsistent.

Not only because she suddenly cut her hair, but her daughter is her daughter. Even if she shaves her head, she cannot admit that she is a little cotton jacket. Moreover, her daughter is still so sensible and considerate. She also talks more to buy things for herself than before. The little girl who has never liked to exercise occasionally knows that running and exercising her body is a benign change, but for some reason, Mu's father is always feeling unhappy.

The feeling came from nowhere, but sometimes when the family was eating supper around the dining table, even in a happy scene, he would suddenly feel empty in his heart and couldn't even touch it.

It seemed as if I had lost my baby's thing, but I couldn't remember what was lost. The feeling of panic of standing on the busy street with my pockets covering my pockets, my mind was blank, and I didn't know where to find it.

It suddenly disappeared in this second.

Mu's father was a little confused. He reached out to sort out his short hair that slid down his forehead because of his bow, and laughed in his heart.

It’s an illusion. My daughter has been here all the time and has never gone anywhere.

However, for some reason, he is particularly happy now.

It seems that a few days ago, my daughter's various praises for her craftsmanship when she was eating noodles and drinking soup and eating braised food are not as good as the bland affirmation she said with her head down.

It seems that my memory suddenly went back many years ago when my daughter was still young and was only as high as the bench at home.

Dad Mu always took her to the unit to show off, and then when he was working, he asked other leisure colleagues to take her daughter to play with him.

Unfortunately, my daughter was very attached to him and no one wanted it. The little Dou Ding, who was a little bit big, would rather sit quietly on the stool and watch his father be busy. Dad Mu occasionally turned around and stuffed some food to his daughter. The well-behaved little girl would look up with her head with her big black eyes and said, "Dad, why are you so awesome!"

Every time that comes, Mu Dad would burst a can of honey that had forgotten to cover the lid in his heart. The sweetness flowed out from the mouth of the bottle, making him like Popeye who had eaten spinach, wishing he could pick all the stars in the sky for his daughter.

At this moment, he smiled slightly and regained the familiar tremor again. He looked at his daughter's eating habits that were much more gentle than the previous day, and couldn't help but touch her little head with her fluffy hair, which was much older than many years ago: "I am your father, of course I have to be more powerful..."

****

Half an hour after breakfast, the busy couple had to leave.

Mu's father left several glutinous rice cakes before he was reluctant to leave home. Before leaving, he reminded his daughter who had a good appetite these days to eat enough. Mu Xiangxiang was stunned at the new home where he could still smell the aftertaste after closing the door. In the end, he couldn't help but eat another one.

This is the fourth...

Mu Xiangyao was very disappointed. What's going on? Based on her previous appetite, the glutinous rice cake of this size would be so full that she would be very full after eating one.

She has been thin since she was a child, so she has never cared about her figure, but after all, she is a girl, so she still weighs her weight when she is nervous.
To be continued...