When Hank came back at eight o'clock in the evening, Sara had already had dinner and taken a bath. As she fiddled with her medicinal materials, Hank quietly appeared behind her and put his arm around her waist. "What is this?"
Sara was startled. When she turned around and saw that it was Hank, she heaved a sigh of relief. However, her body was stuck to the man like this and felt the heat passing through his clothes. Sara still felt uncomfortable. Her earlobe was red and she lowered her head. Looking at the medicine in her palm, she said in a soft voice, "It's five-flavored."
Hank picked up a small brown fruit and asked, "Is this the five-flavored fruit?"
Sara nodded, "It has been dried. When the fresh five-flavored tree was still in the tree, it was a big red string, and looked like a small lantern from a distance. It looked very beautiful." Sara put the five-flavored tree into the bag and said, "My grandfather's yard had a five-flavored tree. It was planted by his grandfather. When it was planted, my mother was born. It was as old as my mother. When my mother's health was very poor, she liked to sit by the window and look at the five- flavored tree because it made her look very happy and beautiful."
Speaking of this, she paused. "But later, I don't know if the tree was spiritual. After my mother passed away, it gradually withered and died. My grandfather chopped the tree himself."
Hank didn't really like Sara mentioning her mother. His feelings towards her mother were very complicated, and it was hard to say if he was a little bit more sentimental or more resentful. He didn't have a good impression of Sara's mother either.
The scene of suicide was seen by his young daughter. She was not a competent mother at all.
However, Hank wouldn't say that, and Sara would definitely be unhappy.
He placed the 'Five-flavored' in the bag in his hand and rubbed his chin on Sara's head. "How was it today?"
Sara pursed her lips and smiled. "Very good. They didn't bully me."
In fact, Hank had long known Sara's performance today. He let out a low chuckle and took advantage of the situation to push Sara against the door. The two of them were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. Their voices were ambiguous and hoarse, like a small, seductive hook. "Then, shall I reward you?"
Sara's eyes widened. "There's no need!"
Her round deer eyes were so cute when she stared at him, which reminded him of those white and soft little kittens. He knew that she was angry when she shouted, but he always thought that he would scratch her with his small paws.
People couldn't suppress their evil interests and wanted to bully her.
Besides, Hank had never been a good person.
He leaned against Sara's ear and said,
"Then, should I kiss you, Sara?"
Sara's face suddenly turned red.
This person... why did this person ask such a question? Was she going to answer, "Shall we kiss?"
She was so ashamed that she wanted to escape under Hank's arm, but Hank grabbed her collar and pressed her back against the wall. His narrow and narrow eyes bent mischievously, "Little friend, your parents haven't taught you that you shouldn't hide under other people's arms. The president is not tall."
He paused and snickered. "That's not the reason why you're so short now, is it?"
The simple-minded Sara was stunned. "Is, is there still such a saying?!"
Hank, the old bastard, had no conscience at all. "You don't know? All the children in the capital know it, do you?"
Sara was about to cry. "Then, then do you think that's the reason why I haven't grown up?"
When she was a child, when she was bullied, she always relied on herself to escape from other people's arms. There were more than once!
Hank coaxed her softly, "In fact, it's a curse..."
He suddenly started to coax the children one by one. Hearing this, Sara was stunned and said, "Borrow, curse?"
"Mm." Hank's expression didn't change. "Yes, it's just a curse, but uncle knows how to remove it."
"How to undo it?" Sara faintly felt that something was wrong, but she still followed Hank's words and asked.
Hank said, "Close your eyes."
Sara closed her eyes in confusion. "Seriously?"
Hank looked at the little girl, who closed her eyes obediently, with a smile on his face.
He hadn't seen these easy-to-peeple people for many years.
He raised his hand to cover Sara's eyes and lowered his eyes to kiss her.
Sara swished and opened her eyes in an instant. Her thick and dense eyelashes brushed Hank's palms, making her slightly itchy.
Hank slightly moved away from her and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Sweetie, close your eyes."
Sara was thoroughly bullied by the old beast and was lying on the bed. She had no idea what day she would be in the future.
Hank went to the bathroom to take a bath. When he came out, Sara looked at him with a pair of big eyes. "Your, your way of dispelling the curse is to kiss me?"
Hank threw the towel that he used to wipe his hair into the filthy closet and said slowly, "There's no curse at all."
"... You're lying to me." Sara was extremely disappointed. "Then it's still my fault that I didn't grow tall..."
Hank found it a little funny. He sat by the bed and pinched the soft flesh on her cheeks. "Thinking about it like that, you're already 1.6 meters tall."
Sara was even more depressed when she heard that. "But, but you are 1.9 meters tall."
"..." Hank raised his eyebrows and said, "In that case, your life is already two meters long."
Sara was speechless. "Are you trying to comfort me with such a hard speech?"
Hank lifted the blanket and lay down beside Sara. He said slowly, "Drink more milk and you'll grow taller. You're going to school tomorrow, aren't you going to sleep?"
Sara muffledly covered her head with a quilt and said in a low and muffled voice, "Sleep."
Hank tsked and opened his hand to hug her. Sara cried out in surprise and fell into a warm embrace. Hank coaxed her like a child, "Be good, Uncle will definitely grow taller when he hugs you."
Sara was speechless. "I don't believe it, even if I'm not 18 years old or only 8 years old."
However, the man's embrace was warm and full of security. It was like when he held her in his arms, all the suffering and disaster would not invade. It was a gentle shelter from the wind and rain.
Although Sara was very embarrassed, she didn't break away.
As long as one was warm, one would always be greedy for it.
She leaned in Hank's arms and fell asleep soon. She didn't know what happened the next morning. Unexpectedly, she woke up earlier than Hank. At 5:30, she opened her eyes. She was in a daze and wanted to turn over, but suddenly she found a hard thing against her.
Sara's mind was a mess, and she was still sleepwalking. Without thinking, she reached out and pushed him, "Gemini, you brought your dog toy on the bed again..."