3157 Blow, blow
Elder Mei was taken aback when he heard this. “He’s still young.”… ”
“This is Master’s instruction. When a child falls, don’t help him up. He should be taught how to stand up after a fall.” Leng Shuang explained as she walked slowly forward, her gaze remaining on the young boy. “You must stand up on your own. Stand up on your own. Good boy.”
The little boy looked aggrieved. He sniffed, his mouth was flattened and his eyes were red and watery. He looked at Leng Shuang in this way, hands outstretched, and said in a soft, adorable voice, “Aunt, hug.”
Elder Mei nearby couldn’t bear to see it. How could such a young child…
“Stand up by yourself, and Aunt will hug you,” Leng Shuang said, looking at him encouragingly.
When the little boy who sat on the ground with his hands outstretched saw that she didn’t come to help him up, he blinked. He managed to pull himself off the floor, but the chafing on his little hands caused blood to ooze a little. “Aunt, blow,” he said as he extended his hand.
Leng Shuang couldn’t help but smile as he took him into his arms, touched her head, and said, “You’re bleeding! But that’s alright. Aunt will put medicine on you.”
“Medicine.” The little guy said happily, raised his hand in front and blew with his pink mouth. “Blow, blow. It doesn’t hurt.”
Elder Mei, who was standing next to them, sighed with relief. Sure enough, he was right to stay. Leaving the child here was, indeed, the best arrangement. Every day the child grew more sensible and precious, and Elder Mei felt an increasing urge to protect and cherish him.
Leng Shuang helped him wash his hands with water and applied the ointment. “Alright, it’s done. Don’t touch it, it won’t hurt for a while,”
“Mm, mm. It doesn’t hurt.” The little boy smiled sweetly as he nodded his head obediently.
He turned around and continued walking, becoming steadier as he approached the courtyard. When the little boy saw Xuanyuan Mo Ze practising with his sword, his eyes lit up and immediately pounced on him.
“Father.” He jumped forward and cried out in delight.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze sheathed his sword behind his back and caught the little boy. “Slow down.”
“Father, blow.” He directly raised his little hand and blinked at him.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze saw it, he took him in his arms and sat down. “Did you fall?”
“Fell. Hurt.” His eyes were bright and limpid, and his voice was soft and pleasing to the ear.
“It’s alright, boys don’t feel pain.” Xuanyuan Mo Ze said this while touching his head.
Elder Mei, who had been following them the whole way, rolled his eyes when he heard this. So, little boys didn’t feel pain? What’s the logic for this?
The little boy didn’t seem to understand why little boys didn’t feel pain, so he raised his hand in front of him and said in a cute voice, “Fall. Hurt. Father, blow blow.”
Xuanyuan Mo Ze stiffened as if he had become clumsy and didn’t know how to blow the wound. He took the little boy’s hand and examined it, then took out a bottle of medicine and smeared a thick layer of medicine on the small scratch.
“Mm, it’s alright now.” He finally found a cloth to bandage the wound and tied him a beautiful bow.
The little guy blinked and looked at his hand which was wrapped in a thick bandage. He couldn’t help but be stunned, and he didn’t react for a long time. He looked down at his hand and smiled happily, “Pretty pretty.”
In fact, he meant to say beautiful.