MTL - Let Me Ruffle Your Fur a Little-Chapter 33 If you don't hold hands, you will be washed away

The next day, Qiaohai Town ushered in the third rain in summer.

It doesn't rain often at the beach, but when it comes to the rainy season, the rain is often accompanied by strong winds and huge waves.

Every rainy day, the water level of the beach will rise, almost completely submerging the beach, and the sea water will spread to the stairs. The restaurant is on the high ground above the stairs, so there is no risk of flooding, but from the house, it looks like it is floating on the sea, like a small boat in a storm.

Bai Yao has been busy all day long, moving all the ingredients that arrived two days ago into the house and sorting them out, leaving nothing in the yard that could be damaged by the wind.

In the afternoon, he planned to go to the house of Grandpa Xu and Aunt Zhang across the street, and bring them some bread he baked yesterday and the blueberry jam he made two days ago.

Before going out, he first made sure that Mu Muer would not be afraid if he was alone at home, and told him several times that he was across the street, and that if something happened, he must not run around, and he could find himself by walking straight out of the door.

Mu Mu'er obediently nodded several times, and repeated what Bai Yao had told her, and then Bai Yao left in peace.

A while ago, Bai Yao told Grandpa Xu and Aunt Zhang that Mu Muer was mentally retarded and came to the town for the summer vacation. The two sympathized with this cute and well-behaved boy. Aunt Zhang often made food and brought it to Mu Muer.

Bai Yao chatted with the two old people for a while, and told them not to go out on rainy days for the past two days, as they were prone to slipping, washed some fruit for them, and cleaned the house a little before leaving.

After coming out of Grandpa Xu's house, the sky outside was already overcast. It was only less than four o'clock in the afternoon, but there was no sunlight at all, and the sky was full of dark clouds.

There are obviously fewer tourists on the street, and the weather has cooled down this day. The air has a little humidity that is about to rain, and the street has the rustling sound of the leaves blown by the breeze.

Bai Yao hadn't walked through the street when he saw Mu Mu'er waiting eagerly at the gate of the yard, with both hands on the fence, looking in his direction with anticipation.

Mu Muer quickly saw Bai Yao, and hurriedly stood on tiptoe to wave to him, hopped on the spot twice, impatiently waiting for him to walk over.

"I'm back, Yaoyao is back." He muttered in a low voice, his eyes couldn't hide his happiness. He reminded Bai Yao of a well-behaved puppy, who would **** up his ears when his master came back, and his eyes were full of love.

This kind of Mu Mu'er also made Bai Yao feel a little unspeakable emotion. His heart seemed to be filled with fudge, and the temperature in his chest melted the sugar little by little until his body smelled sweet.

Bai Yao opened the courtyard door with a smile, took Mu Mu'er's hand and walked into the house, "Why did you come out? Didn't I tell you to wait inside the house?"

When Mu Muer heard Bai Yao say the word "wait", she nodded immediately, and smiled at him with rounded eyes: "Wait for Yaoyao, Yaoyao said he will be back soon."

The boy's hair was a little messed up by the wind, and some broken hairs were scattered on his forehead. Bai Yao rubbed his head and asked him, "Wait a minute?"

"No hurry, no rush, Mu'er is very good, and has been waiting for Yaoyao to come back." Mu Muer thought about it, and then discussed, "Yaoyao won't leave, okay?"

Bai Yao smiled lightly and agreed to him: "Okay, Mu'er will plant Yaoyao in the ground, and Yaoyao will not leave."

The shop is closed on rainy days, but Bai Yao can't rest. He has to use his free time to marinate several ingredients, check the inventory, and repair the damaged parts in the shop.

After he finished all his work, he looked at his watch and realized that it was almost seven o'clock. Bai Yao hurriedly prepared dinner and called Mu Mu'er who was staying upstairs to come down to eat.

As soon as the words were finished, the sound of running upstairs was heard, and in the blink of an eye, Mu Muer had already rushed downstairs and sat down on the chair in front of the dining table.

Bai Yao chuckled, and served Mu Mu'er the prepared mashed potatoes with fried tuna fillets, and watched him eat with his lips curled up. For chefs, watching others eat their own cooking is also a kind of enjoyment.

After dinner, it finally started to rain. Mu Muer went upstairs again after eating. Before eating, he was playing with the small shells he had collected in the past few days, trying to find a place to hide them in Bai Yao's house on the second floor.

The town was shrouded in mist and rain, and the streets outside were somewhat deserted, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the cobblestone road. The yard outside the window could not be seen clearly, there were raindrops hanging on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sea was covered with mist.

Bai Yao cleaned up the kitchen, cooked two cups of hot cocoa, added a few more marshmallows to Mu Muer's cup, and carried it upstairs.

At this time, the rain outside had become heavier, and the second floor was closer to the roof. The sound of the rain could be heard clearly, and the raindrops seemed to be hitting the ears, very close.

Not only is there rain tonight, but there is also a lot of wind.

The lights on the second floor were not turned on, and there was no one in the living room, so it was very quiet. Bai Yao thought that Mu Muer would run towards him when he heard the voice, but he didn't wait. He frowned slightly, and put two cups of cocoa on the coffee table, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Mu'er?" He called out, but there was no response, and the whole apartment was silent.

Bai Yao first went to the small utility room to look for him, but he couldn't find him. The floor was still the same as it was made the first night. After searching around the house, Bai Yao entered his bedroom for the second time and found someone there.

The room was not lit, and it was a little dark inside, with a little light coming in from the window. The clouds covered the last bit of the sun, and only the horizon was painted a light orange, smudged by the rain into a watercolor color.

Mu Muer hid behind the closet, and even dragged the quilt off the bed, dragging it all the way to her hiding place.

"Yaoyao." He saw Bai Yao at a glance, and immediately called him, "Yaoyao."

His voice was particularly aggrieved, with a little trill at the end, and his whole body was trembling down to the strands of his hair. When he saw Bai Yao coming, he didn't dare to come out from behind the closet, but just stretched out a hand, wanting him to hold it.

This position is the farthest from the window, and it is also the most hidden corner of the whole bedroom. Mu Muer almost forced herself into the corner between the wall and the wardrobe, squeezed into a small lump, and hugged herself with her arms.

Even though he was thin, he was still a bit cramped, his legs curled up a bit, his knees pressed against his chest.

Bai Yao's heart almost reached his throat, he quickly ran to the closet and squatted down in front of him. He saw Mu Muer huddled into a ball, worried that he was injured, and looked at the person from head to toe to make sure that there was nothing wrong with him before he was a little relieved.

He touched Mu Muer's shoulder: "Well, I'm here, what's wrong?"

Mu Mu'er didn't answer. He saw that Bai Yao didn't hold his hand immediately, showing a struggling and worried expression, as if he was struggling with something.

"Hold hands, hold hands." After a while, Mu Muer arched forward, and didn't stop until she shrank to Bai Yao's side. Her eyes were full of timidity and fear, and she held Bai Yao's hand carefully.

He kept mumbling something in a low voice, and his voice was a little unclear. Bai Yao was curious, moved a little closer, and then heard.

"You have to hold hands all the time, otherwise, you will be washed away."

Bai Yao's heart ached for a moment, and he held Mu Mu'er's hand tighter.

Mu Muer's hands were very soft and thin, and a little cold. Bai Yao held both of his hands together as he wished, rubbed them in his palms, and finally lifted them to his mouth and let out a sigh of relief. , trying to bring him a little warmth.

Mu Mu'er kept her head down, and Bai Yao also sat down cross-legged on the ground, lowered her body, and asked softly and slowly, "Why don't you come down to find me? The lights don't turn on, are you afraid?"

It took Mu Muer a long time to answer, but there was still a bit of grievance in her voice: "I called Yaoyao, I called."

The sound of jingling and cleaning up downstairs was so loud that Bai Yao didn't hear it at all. He felt distressed and blamed himself, looking at the little shivering boy in front of him, he didn't know what to do.

After hesitating for a while, Bai Yao simply hugged the person and the quilt, walked steadily to the bedside, hugged the person and sat on it together, holding Mu Muer's hand all the time, never letting go.

He touched Mu Muer's back little by little with his fingertips, trying to comfort him: "It's okay, look, I'm here."

There was no thunder outside, only the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, which actually sounded a little warmer in the warm room, like a lullaby.

But Mu Muer shrunk into a small ball, and when she saw the quilt on the bed, she arched inward, trying to hide herself in it.

Bai Yao helped him cover the quilt, patted a small lump on the bed, and just wanted to tease the child why he was afraid of even a little rain, but suddenly he was attracted by some sound outside.

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I can’t remember if the starfish has reached 2000 again hahaha (it seems to be, bow and thank you!), double update tomorrow!