The warm water flowed down his face, and Kou Qiu wiped his face, soaked. His eyes were sore and painful that they didn't have to look at it. He was about to rub the back of his hands, but his hands were suddenly pulled by someone.

Something was confined to his chin and he could not refuse to let him look up.

“It’s all red.”

The man's brows were tightly locked, and he wiped them clean little by little with a clean cloth scarf. Kou Qiu raised his head, "Okay?"

Kan Jun slowly withdrew his hand.

There was still a faint smell of soap on his hands, which made the man's nerves jump suddenly and twisted and walked away. He clenched his hand that had just pinched the boy's chin, his legs overlapped, and his spine stretched straight.

"Don't Uncle Kan wash?"

Kou Qiu changed his clothes and piled up dirty clothes in the basin, asking.

Kan Jun said: "No."

"Then go to bed." Kou Qiu went to make the bed in shorts. He changed into a new sheet, bent over and stuffed the edge of the sheet into it. He took off his shoes first and got into it.

The man lay on the outside, and even when he was asleep, his posture was still upright.

Kou Qiu turned over and studied his hand quite strangely, "Uncle Kan, your little finger is much longer than mine. His ring finger is also longer."

He said that this was unintentional, but the system kept giggling after hearing this, as if he were preparing to place an order.

Old Cadre Kou thought his cub was crazy. Tell me that his fingers were just long. What was funny?

Kan Jun did not make a sound, lowered his eyes, letting the boy hold his hand and look at it, and then put it on his hand to compete. His throat moved and said, "Uncle is older, sixteen years older than you."

After all, this incident made him uncomfortable, and his heart suddenly shrank when he said it.

Kou Qiu's eyes were bright and he said, "I don't understand. Are you much sixteen years old? Uncle Kan is still young."

"a lot of."

Kan Jun wanted to smoke again and laughed softly, "You were not a few years old when Uncle started working."

Kou Qiu shook his head.

"How can I look at the past?" he said, "If a newborn child is a lot different from one month or two months. But the more he goes, the less he is at this age."

He was very serious, lay beside Kan Jun, beating his fingers, "When I was seventy years old, you were eighty-six years old, what's the difference? At that time, they were all called old men."

There was a smile on the corner of Kan Jun's lips.

Until the boy beside him fell asleep, he still savored this sentence. He was very naive and naive, as if he could pass the sixteen years of life with just one kick.

But Kan Jun couldn't be as unpredictable as listening to a child.

It was still hot and there were many mosquitoes in the bungalow. The mosquito net at home was broken in several places, and it was useless to stick with transparent glue. I don’t know where these mosquitoes came in. Kou Qiu lay on the bed, but he seemed to wake up in the middle of the night, because of the stuffy heat and the sound of mosquitoes kept tossing and turning.

"Um......"

He frowned and stretched out his hand to scratch his face, but suddenly a wind came over. A cool breeze followed by a cool breeze. The man took a palm fan and slapped him with a focused expression.

After a while, Kan Jun reached out and helped the boy remove the little bit of hair stuck to his cheek.

He couldn't sleep that night.

The author has something to say: Kou Qiu: What's wrong with the length of your fingers?

Daddy: The finger length is nothing.

But it rained very well.

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Thank you Ling Junqing for leaving his parents for the landmines and Qing Shuangxiong |?w’s kiss for the grenade~

I actually like the attacker of my father and husband. It is different from the little wolf dog and puppy, and it has a unique mature charm. If you don’t feel it, it is not the protagonist’s problem, it is the author’s problem...
Chapter completed!