"I'm not, my name is Yan Xiang."
Wu Nian's hand holding Yan Xiang's thin body also sank, his face couldn't hide his sadness, and the loneliness in his eyes was so much that even Yan Xiang felt heavy. She lowered her head and murmured in a low voice, "Yes, this is Huanggu, how could Yimo be here?"
"Who is Yimo?"
"My son." She said listlessly.
Yan Xiang suddenly widened his eyes and asked stammeringly, "You, do you have a child?"
"No?"
"You, since you have a son, why do you want me to marry you?"
Wu Nian rolled his eyes indecently and poked Yan Xiang's little head with his index finger, "Even if I'm hungry, I won't marry a little brat." Looking at Yan Xiang's face again, the sourness in his heart was even more indescribable. He reached out to touch her pink little face, and the little guy was so scared that he took a few steps back urgently.
"Why do you want to touch me?"
"I miss my son, can't you touch you?"
"You, do you know if men and women are experiencing or not?"
"..." The fifth thought looked Yan Xiang from top to bottom, "At best, you can only be a boy, you want to be a man and wait for another twenty years!" Although he had such a familiar face, he was a young man and felt awkward no matter how he looked at it, he was really not cute.
Yan wanted to blush, but didn't want to discuss boys or men's issues with her.
"Do you know that man?"
Of course, Wu Nian knew who that man was, but at this time she liked to pretend to be confused, "What man?"
Yan thought it was not necessary to know, but just kindly reminded him, "I'm afraid of those monsters and monsters. I'm sure they are not easy to mess with. So don't look at him with that look next time."
"What's my look?"
"It's the look that subordinate said." Yan Yan, who was still a child, couldn't say such explicit words.
The fifth narration didn't breathe in one breath, almost pissed off by his words, "Nonsense, can't you tell that I want to kick him away?"
Yan Xiang replied calmly, "I didn't see it."
"You guy is really too unlovable. Come here, I promise you don't know your parents if you beat me."
He was stunned for a moment, and a hint of darkness appeared on Qingjun's little face, "I don't have parents."
Wu Nian was slightly stunned. The setting sun was set, and the afterglow poured on Yan Xiang's face. She could even see the fluff on the child's face. Most of his expressions were already hidden very well by him. Wu Nian still saw a hint of loneliness from his little face that was pretending to be cold and arrogant.
Especially when Yimo didn't need his father, the mother's love that caused the fifth thought to be flooded again. He hugged Yan Yao in his arms and rubbed his somewhat knotted hair, uh... a little greasy.
Yan Xiang was frightened, but he couldn't pretend to be old and blushed, "What are you going to do? Let me go."
"It just so happens that I have no relatives in this world and I am alone. You have no father or mother. From now on, I will be your mother. A brat. Do I know that you must be filial to you in the future?"
Yan Xiang was stunned. Maybe he himself didn't expect that he had to be someone else's husband just now. In a blink of an eye, let alone her husband failed to do it, now he has reduced his seniority and become her son?
"I don't……"
The fifth nun did not give him a chance to speak at all, and pushed him directly to the river, "Don't just wash your face, and wash your straw-like hair for me."
"I don't want to be you..."
When it comes to the level of making jokes, the fifth thought is definitely the originator. He pinched his waist and stomped his feet, "I miss you, are you not listening to your mother?"
Yan Xiang felt stiff all over and looked at the fifth thought in surprise.
"What are you doing when I look at me like this?"
My mother always called him "I missed", but she was never fierce, but this title made him cry.
"My mother is very gentle." After saying that, Yan Xiang turned around, rushed to the stream, and quietly washed his hair.
Looking at the little guy's clumsy appearance, the fifth nian followed him and helped him wash his hair slowly. At first, the little guy was a little awkward, and even shy, "I can wash myself." His voice was as thin as a mosquito. The fifth nian just pretended that he didn't hear it and continued to wash his hair.
Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Yan Xiang followed her.
Because he really missed his mother, she used to help him wash his hair gently like her.
After sucking his sore nose, Yan Xiang started to rely more on the stranger of the fifth thought.
After washing his hair, he wrung it out. "There is no comb here, so I'll help you with my hands!" After saying that, he hooked up his five fingers and helped Yan want to take care of his hair. It took him half an hour to combed his hair. "It would be great if there was a conditioner."
"What?"
"I said, who is his child from? Why is he so handsome? I don't know how many girls will be devastated in the future."
I had never heard of the words like Di Wu Nian. Yan Xiang blushed again, and looked around embarrassedly. The inappropriate gurgling sounded between the two of them. Di Wu Nian glanced at Yan Xiang, and the little guy immediately blushed and slightly turned his body, "Well, I'm growing, I'm hungry!"
Wu Nian nodded seriously, "You are right. From today on, we will make a begging plan."
Yan thought: "..."
It’s obviously not a glorious thing, so why do you need to make a plan?
Wu Nian touched his chin, "Are you the worst performance compared to other beggars?"
Yan thought: "..."
I feel so tired, why can't I understand what she is saying?
"I tell you, begging is divided into places and people. The knowledge inside is the boss. Today I will teach you a free lesson. If you master the skills tomorrow, we will definitely have a full meal."
Yan thought: "..."
Chapter completed!