The next morning.

Mingyan opened his eyes and saw Ming Mo's fair and flawless face.

He hadn't woken up yet, and after falling asleep, he lost a bit of his usual coldness.

The long eyelashes are slightly curled, and the corners of the dark red mouth are puffed up, revealing a cuteness like a little angel.

His whole body was tightly against her, and he grabbed her hand with both hands, as if she was his everything and was extremely dependent on him.

Mingyan's heart was soft and she whispered, "Mo Mo."

The voice fell, and the sleeping Ming Mo seemed to hear the call, her eyelashes trembled, her little head approached her, and rubbed her face, "Ayan."

"Well, morning, Momo." Mingyan replied.

Ming Mo: "Morning."

"Are you still sleepy? If you are sleepy, you can sleep by yourself. I'll get up first."

Without her company, Ming Mo's sleepiness disappeared immediately, and he said hoarsely, "Together."

Then the two children got dressed and walked out of the room holding hands.

Grandpa Ming was drinking water in the hall. When he saw the two of them coming out of a room, he almost choked on the water. He put down the water glass and asked, "Did Mo Mo sleep with you last night?"

Mingyan nodded.

Grandpa Ming was hesitant to say anything, but finally swallowed the words into his stomach. He didn't say anything. He could only comfort him in his heart: Yanyan is still young, just sleep together, they are brothers and sisters, this time...

During breakfast, Grandpa Ming was relieved.

The reason is that Mingyan no longer feeds someone for the first time in history, ruthlessly ignoring the other party.

Grandpa Ming thought that Ming Mo would lose his temper and refuse to eat, but a surprising scene appeared.

Ming Mo was only unhappy for a while, and then digested the sadness by himself.

After all, Mingyan had expressed her intention not to feed several times. Although he was reluctant, he had expected this day to come sooner or later.

So he quickly accepted the reality, picked up the bowl in front of Mingyan, and fed her to eat.

Taking care of Ayan will make him feel better from the loss of not being fed.

Grandpa Ming happily ate an extra bowl of rice this morning. This kid is not bad, he is starting to understand.

After dinner, Grandpa Ming went to work in the ground and asked mingyan to follow.

Mingyan refused, citing that she wanted to watch TV obediently, and promised not to go out and walk around.

Grandpa Ming believed her words, but he was still a little uneasy, so he locked the door from the outside when he went out, and he would come back soon after he went to work in the field.

Mingyan took Ming Mo back to the room, walked to the table, took out the notebook and pen and placed it on it, and said solemnly, "Momo, the class has started."

"..."

Ming Mo sat on the stool, bowed his head and wrote, wrote for a while, and quietly raised his eyes to look at the picture of the drawing. Looking at it, he forgot to write.

Being watched all the time, Mingyan couldn't help but look up, "Momo, concentrate and study hard."

Ming Mo put down his pen, "Ayan, my hand hurts."

Mingyan immediately looked at his hand and really saw that his fingers were red.

"Ayan, hug." Mingmo tried to make her feel distressed, and took the opportunity to ask.

"It's all right, Momo. After writing for a long time, my hand will be a little red and it will hurt a bit. Stop writing first and take a rest." Mingyan retracted her gaze and continued to draw.

Ming Mo called her, "Ayan."

"what happened again?"

"Hold!" He emphasized, insisting stubbornly.

Mingyan approached him, kissed him on the cheek, and coaxed, "Be good, Mo Mo, I'll hug you after I finish painting."

Ming Mo was stunned, and reached out to touch the place where she had kissed, his eyes gleaming, with a faint blue light passing by.

...

(Second shift, around 12:00, next shift...you guessed it.)