Chapter 137 Little Crying Bag

   "Would you like a hug?"

  As soon as Mu Jing finished asking this sentence, there was more weight in his arms.

   Mu Yang knelt on the ground, clinging to his sister tightly without letting go.

   "You don't think this pose is too awkward." Mu Jing patted his little butt, picked him up and put him in his arms, away from the few people, walked further away and stood by the window.

   Still very sad, Mu Yang bit her lip and lay in her arms, resting her head on her shoulder, twitching, but not speaking.

"scared?"

   looked down to see what the pitiful person in his arms looked like now, but he rubbed his neck like a kitten seeking warmth to avoid the cold, and saw nothing.

Mu Jing thought about it for a while, when he started his own hands, he was sure that Zhou Qiyang was covering the eyes of the little devil, so it was impossible to see that terrifying scene, and the direction in which the corpse fell would not allow Mu Yang to see the whole picture. will scare him.

   What is that for?

   Gun?

   Mu Jing, who found the problem, dragged the chair to the window and sat down, waiting silently for his brother's mood to calm down a little before patting him and saying, "Tell me why you are crying."

   Mu Yang said in a very aggrieved voice, "I'm afraid my sister will die..."

"Um?"

   "The gun...pointed at my sister..."

   Mu Yang leaned into her arms and hugged her a little tighter, "If my sister is shot by a gun, she will die. I don't want her to die."

   "I won't die."

   Mujing felt his strong unease, and his voice was much softer than usual, "In the future we will encounter more dangerous things than today, so you have to get used to it and accept the world as it is now."

   "I-I've worked hard to get used to it..." Mu Yang grabbed her clothes, "But even if I get used to it, I'm still scared."

   He was afraid that she would get hurt, and it would hurt, but he didn't want her sister to hurt.

   "Sister, I want to grow up quickly so that I can protect my sister."

   "Just think about this kind of thing. The way you grow up is longer than the way others have learned from the West. Go slowly."

   Mu Jing complained without hesitation, but did not see the warmth just now.

   Mu Yang snorted, "I don't care, I will grow up, soon!"

"soon?"

   "Yes! Faster than studying scriptures in the West!"

   "Oh, then you have to cheer up."

   scratched his chin with his hands, saw how he was tickling and dodging, and said with a smile, "Little crying bag."

   "It's not a little crying bag!"

   Mu Yang squinted her eyes and retorted in her arms, "Hahaha, it's so itchy, sister, don't, don't scratch!"

  's crisp laughter attracted the attention of others. Before anyone was dissatisfied, Mu Jing stopped, tapped the tip of his nose, and said, "Don't be too loud, eh?"

"Know it!"

   Mu Yang, who was coaxed by her elder sister, did not plan to get off her and continued to lie on her stomach, "Sister, why is your body always cold? Brother Yang, they are all hot."

   "Everybody's body temperature is different."

   "Really?" Mu Yang looked at her curiously, and wanted to ask more, when he heard his sister say, "Did you say you wanted to protect me just now?"

   "Hmm!" What's wrong?

   Seeing the curiosity in his younger brother's piercing eyes, Mu Jing said, "I will follow your brother Yang to exercise in the future."

"what?"

   Mu Jing flicked his fleshy face with his fingers, and could still see the slight tremor, "A boy, if he doesn't have a strong body, how can he protect the person he wants to protect?"

   (end of this chapter)