MTL - Wear It Until Crazy Beauty Scum a Loses Control-Chapter 13

Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan stood under the eaves in front of the door. Pepper also changed his irritability just now and sat beside him obediently.

More and more raindrops fell in the air, and the two of them were also covered with water droplets.

The housemaid trotted out and handed it over tremblingly with a towel in his hand, wanting to help: "Little, miss... Come in and sit, don't catch a cold."

Luan Yenan raised his hand and refused.

The heat of the autumn tiger will not disappear because of such a little rain.

"Mom is still on the video conference, right? Grandpa didn't come, right?"

"Yes, yes. Mr. Luan is holding a meeting in the study. Mr. Luan has been traveling for a while and hasn't come back." The servant nodded to report.

For these servants, the most difficult thing for the Luan family to deal with is one old and one small, two straight alpha cancers.

And the smaller ones are harder to deal with.

Because the little one is a madman, and his brain is not normal.

The servant who provokes her will not end well.

Seeing that they could not be persuaded, they hurriedly retreated, so as not to provoke this Lady of Plague.

Luan Yenan glanced out of the corner of the eye, the reaction of these servants.

Obviously, the original body is very annoying.

But she didn't care.

Continue to watch the raindrops falling on the yard outside the house. Take a deep breath, the good smell, mixed with the earthy smell.

Familiar smells with dusty memories.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard is so fragrant." Zuo Baixuan relaxed and naturally had to talk to Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the yard. The carefully planted trees were really sweet-scented osmanthus trees.

The familiar smell from the door is the scent of osmanthus.

I haven't smelled osmanthus for a long time.

When I was a child, my mother loved the sweet-scented osmanthus tree she planted at the door.

Every year when the season comes, she will pick sweet-scented osmanthus from the tree and make cakes.

The sweet taste left a deep memory on the taste buds of Luan Yenan as a child.

But the deeper the memory, the more grief after the death of my mother. Every time she smelled or tasted sweet-scented osmanthus, it gave her a splitting headache.

Over and over again in my mind, I reincarnated the picture when my mother was still alive, and I was deeply in pain.

But she never once chose to paralyze herself with alcohol or take medicine to control it.

She is afraid that she will forget her mother, and that she will forget the reason for walking in the world.

However, this situation became more and more serious after Luan Yenan became rich. After affecting his normal work and life, he could only go to the hospital to see a doctor. . At the same time, I have to stay away from everything related to osmanthus.

Over time, those who know her know that she "hates" the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Thinking about it this way, I probably haven't smelled sweet-scented osmanthus for more than ten years.

She took a deep breath. The smell of sweet-scented osmanthus that I haven't smelled for a long time fills my chest cavity, while a familiar pain appears in my skull. It is a pain that can't find the source, like countless invisible ants gnawing at brain cells.

A vision of a vague man appeared before me. He scolded and slapped the woman in the face when he said something "waste" and something "losing money".

The woman's thin body couldn't bear the strength, she rolled over and fell to the ground, hitting the ground and looking at the panic-stricken little girl hiding under the table.

But even if it was a sad smile, it was the last time she saw her mother's smile.

Luan Yenan put his hand on the hat and pressed the side of his head hard.

Her eyes widened and the wind was blowing, trying to dry the moisture in her eyes.

Zuo Baixuan turned her head sideways, only Luan Yenan was holding her head.

"Headache again? It's time to take medicine. Go take medicine first."

"Stand for another two minutes." Luan Yenan's eyes did not leave the garden full of osmanthus, and his tone was soft.

The softness was so soft that Zuo Baixuan was slightly startled, unable to tell whether it was acting or the softness flowing from Luan Yenan's heart.

Compared with the agony, now Luan Yenan is full of nostalgia in the shallow pain.

My mother has been away for so long, is it okay to live in another world without pain?

There should be someone there to take good care of her?

There may be a more well-behaved and more helpful daughter to accompany her.

She should be able to plant her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus tree happily and take care of the small courtyard as she likes.

Can also make her favorite pastries and other delicacies.

No one would yell at her for the occasional one or two indifference.

She will not be beaten or kicked for fertility issues.

She is free to leave the house, go to the mall to buy her favorite clothes, and go to the market to buy her favorite ingredients.

She can…

"Wow!"

Luan Yenan's imagination was interrupted.

Pepper beside him swayed his strong tail. After two seconds of confirmation, he trotted into the rain curtain and rushed to a person's feet.

The man walked in along the stone road with a large bag of ingredients in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

The person bent down and held an umbrella for the pepper, which half covered her face, but couldn't hide the bright smile on her face.

"It's raining, so you ran out to meet me? Go back."

Luan Yenan tightened his hands.

The voice coming into the ear coincides with the illusory voice of the woman in the mind.

In front of the dilapidated and old small house, the woman sat on the bench with a smile, smiled at the little girl and said, "It's raining, did you know you're coming back? Come in."

"You! Don't push so hard, take medicine if it hurts, and it's all bleeding!" Zuo Baixuan was startled when she saw the scarlet falling on Luan Ye's face.

What's wrong with this crazy woman?

The wound is almost healed, what are you doing with the pressure and bleeding!

Unexpectedly, Luan Yenan grabbed her wrist with his blood-stained hand, roughly pulled the person into his arms, and covered her mouth with the other hand. Tell her to stop talking.

The flushed eyes didn't blink, but she didn't look at her from beginning to end.

The servant also ran out of the house at this time: "Madam, I'll help you carry your things! Why don't you let the driver bring it in for you? You take so many things alone, Luan always knows for sure criticize us."

"It's okay, I can handle it. Usually I don't like to go out, Mu Yin always told me, I also took the opportunity to walk around and sweat." Madam freed her hand and patted her leg to signal the pepper Leaning on the side and raising the umbrella at the same time, also allocated some space for the servant.

The umbrella is fully raised.

Mrs.'s appearance was revealed in front of Luan Yenan.

It's true!

Although it has been more than 20 years, my mother has not left a single photo, and the memory in her brain is constantly blurred. But the face in front of me is clearly hers!

Luan Yenan's throat moved.

A "mom" stuck in my throat and couldn't come out.

She was terrified.

When I was a child, when I dreamed countless times, I woke up after that "mom".

She is now afraid that the so-called reading book is just a dream that is more real than usual.

But she was still bleeding from the side of her brain.

The real physical pain told her in waves that she didn't wake up, this place was real, and she could stay here with peace of mind.

"Humph..." Zuo Baixuan in her arms groaned in pain because Luan Yenan's fingers were still exerting force.

Luan Yenan relaxed.

But I didn't expect to see Luan Yenan's eyes filled with forbearance and longing as soon as he raised his eyes, and a drop of tears slipped down from his left eye, which merged with the blood stains on his side face and chin, dripping down Come.

Smashed to the ground.

Like a blooming flower.

Zuo Baixuan felt a strange feeling in her heart again, and she couldn't explain it clearly.

Luan Yenan is like a fragile artwork at this moment, swaying in the wind and rain, bleak and beautiful.

She had the urge to hug and comfort her because of Luan Yenan's complex eyes of sadness and joy.

The lady who was standing in the distance looked over and was startled, dropped her umbrella and ran over: "Ye Nan, what's the matter with you? Quick! Quick! Quickly call Dr. Du. come over!"

Luan Yenan's eyes were fixed, one hand clenched Zuo Baixuan's wrist, and the other hand held Madam's outstretched palm.

Luan Yenan thought, she really likes this world.

The author has this to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 potato;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 93 bottles of Mingren; 9 bottles of Moling Qila;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!