Hua Rong couldn't help but burst into tears. His son liked it here. He was used to it and could live well here. In this case, why should he be worried
"Hutou, you sleep with mom tonight."
"Great."
In the year when my mother was seriously injured, it was only this month that she was truly awake. The little tiger head was always taken care of by the wet nurse. Now that she has her mother's permission, she is naturally very happy to be with her day and night. After eating, Hua Rong was attentive. I washed his face and body, changed into comfortable pajamas, and then took him to bed.
"Mom, tell me a story."
"What story do you want to hear?"
"Daddy always tells me about pirates, tell me something else."
Hua Rong lay next to him, stroked his hair, smiled and said, "Son, if mom doesn't tell stories, can she teach you how to sing?"
"Great."
Hua Rong cleared his throat and spoke: "He was so angry that he looked up at the balcony, and the misty rain stopped. He raised his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, his heart was full of passion. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait for a moment, The young man's head turned gray, and he was so sad..." She could no longer sing, the past events were still vivid in her mind, she hugged her son and cried loudly.
The little tiger head was petrified. He hugged his mother's neck and wiped her face with his fat little hands, but the tears could not be wiped away.
"Mom, don't cry, don't cry..."
Hua Rong hugged her son and buried her head in his soft neck. How could she let him go? This is his only relative and only concern in the world. How can he be willing to leave him? Even if it is a thousand difficulties and dangers, how can you be willing to do it
"Mom, I won't sing anymore, don't cry..." Little Hutou flattened his mouth and started crying too. The tears of mother and son were mixed together and they couldn't stop for a long time. Hutou is a child after all, and he was in his mother's arms after a while. He fell asleep. Hua Rong raised his head, wiped the tears on his face, wiped off the tears on his own face, hugged him and lay there for a while, then slowly got up and went to work on the unfinished pair of boots under the lamp. Little bows and arrows, little boots, little tiger skin aprons... All of these must be made before New Year's Eve, which can be considered as fulfilling my meager duties and responsibilities as a mother.
A gust of wind blew, the windows rattled, and the door was gently pushed open. Hua Rong raised his head, tilted the needle in his hand, and pricked his thumb, causing a drop of blood to pour out.
"Girl, your hands are pricked?" King Qin rushed over, hugged her, and covered her hands with his hands, "Girl, why don't you go to bed so late? You can leave these things until tomorrow, why rush to work?"
Hua Rong put down her needle and thread, looked at him with some surprise, and asked softly: "Didn't you say it would take two or three days to come back? Why did you come back so soon?"
King Qin chuckled and held her head against his chest: "Girl, I was afraid that you would have nightmares, so I finished the work quickly and came back overnight."
Hua Rong's eyes were slightly moist. She only looked at the single shirt he was wearing and whispered, "I'll make another one for you."
"It's hot on the island, so I can wear it for a long time. This one is enough."
"You should always change your clothes."
King Qin was very happy: "There is no need to rush, there will be plenty of time in the future, you can do it slowly."
Hua Rong felt sour and kept silent. She stared at him, but she saw that he was sweating profusely, showing that he was in a hurry. Over the years, the entanglement with him has penetrated into his bones. His bad qualities and his good qualities have penetrated into his bones. , how can I forget it in this life? She gently held his hand, stood up and poured him a bowl of herbal tea: "Qin Shangcheng, drink some water first."
King Qin drank three large bowls in a row and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was satisfied. He felt like home and his wife. This rich and beautiful feeling made him overjoyed. He also looked at the gentle and virtuous woman opposite and her rough voice in the past. Almost self-taught, she was as tender as water: "Girl, you should be better and rest more. Let me take care of you from now on."
She nodded: "With you taking care of the little tiger head, I have always felt at ease."
The twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. The weather was gloomy.
Early in the morning, the mother and son came to kneel down in front of the tomb. The little tiger kowtowed to his father, brought the wine and poured it down. The child did not know the taste of sadness, and said in a milky voice according to his mother's teachings: "Daddy, you Please drink. Dad, you must keep the little tiger head healthy."
After saying these words, he didn't know what to say anymore. He turned to look at his mother and saw her sitting in front of the tombstone, somewhat in a trance.
"Mother… "
"Son, be good, go ahead and pick up shells, and bring back a lot for your mother."
"OK."
The son's laughter went away, chasing various animals on the grass. Hua Rong sat in front of the tombstone, staring at the three words "Yue Pengju", as if they were slowly transforming into her husband's face: "Sister Seventeen, Sister Seventeen" …”
She was overjoyed and stretched out her hand to pounce, but in front of her was an abyss. "Pengju, Pengju..."
She was filled with fear and was held by a pair of hands, as if someone was pulling her back from the edge of the cliff.
"Girl, wake up, girl..."
Hua Rong opened his eyes and realized that the sun was already setting and he had been here for almost a day. Time passed so fast, everything seemed like yesterday, but he had already passed away and it became Pengju's memorial day.
She slowly sat up and looked at the iron tower-like figure in front of her. King Qin's face was full of worry: "Girl, you look very bad."
She shook her head: "It's okay, I'm okay."
"Go back and rest first."
"Okay." She turned around and saw many shells in front of her, all picked by Little Tiger Head. He knew that his mother liked red ones, so there were a lot of red ones inside.
Hua Rong casually took a red shell and saw her son running over, waving his arms to greet King Qin, hugging his legs: "Dad, catch the sheep for me... I want the horns..."
In the distance, a group of sea-flowered deer were grazing, with colorful long horns on their heads. The little tiger chased for a long time, but couldn't catch it. Instead, it was knocked to the ground by the little deer, and its tiger skin apron also fell apart, leaving it naked. **Wild boy.
King Qin hugged him, raised him high above his head, and put him down again: "You brat, kowtow to your father again."
“You’ll catch antlers for me after you kowtow?”
"right."
Little Hutou knelt in front of his father's tombstone and kowtowed again. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw King Qin also squatting down and gently holding his hand: "Hutou, my dear, I have a few words to ask you. Please finish. .”
The child asked: "What?"
Hua Rong was also a little surprised and stood aside without making a sound.
"Hutou, are you happy on the island these days?"
"Happy. I like the sea. I like to eat sea shrimps. I like to eat..."
"Son, can I treat you well?"
The little tiger looked at him strangely, took his hand and shook it: "Of course Dad treats me well."
"May I have your name?"
"Yue Xiaohu."
…
King Qin hugged him and knelt together in front of Yue Pengju's tombstone: "Yue Pengju, have you heard this? I swear that I will treat the little tiger head as my biological son in this life, and I will not treat him unfairly. And girl, I will take good care of her. , I will live up to her in this life. If you have a spirit in heaven, please keep their mother and son safe... "
The little tiger head couldn't understand his father's words, he just giggled and kept trying to break away from his big palm, looking at the beautiful sea deer. Hua Rong stood aside and wiped away the tears that were pouring out with his hands.
King Qin picked up the child and strode over, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and said in a firm voice: "Girl, let's go back."
She held his hand tightly, her palms were so wet and sweaty. A cold wind blew, and her body shivered slightly. King Qin bent his arm, took her in his arms, hugged the mother and son, and left.
New Year's Eve.
The island welcomes its first real New Year's Eve. The fireworks ordered by King Qin have been bought back and were customized by the Lei family in Jiangnan.
As soon as dusk arrived, the New Year's Eve dinner was served early. Thirty-six dishes were placed on a large rectangular table. The little tiger head happily ran from one end to the other, wearing little boots and a brand-new tiger uniform. Wearing a leather apron and a small wooden knife tied to the trousers, he was as cute as the Monkey King on the island. His eyes fell on a huge lobster in the middle, and he raised his little face and asked innocently: "Dad, why do we eat it?" So many things? "Why?"
"Because today is Chinese New Year."
"Why do we eat so much during the Chinese New Year?"
"Because it's so noisy."
"Why is there so much excitement during the Chinese New Year?"
"Because there are going to be fireworks."
"Why do we set off fireworks during the Chinese New Year?"
King Qin couldn't resist, so he stretched out his big hand and took him back to his seat, and said with a smile: "You bastard, eat well. When it gets dark, I will teach you how to set off fireworks."
The attraction of the little tiger head fell on the fireworks, and he continued to eat seriously.
King Qin breathed a sigh of relief and saw Hua Rong across from him. He had put on a new light blue shirt with a moon-white pattern. His hair was black and tied up high, and his face was not as pale as before. Her eyes were It was dark, and the plates were piled with vegetables that he and his son had picked up. They ate them slowly and made every move, and they all looked so beautiful. He looked slightly distracted, and never dared to imagine that one day he would be able to spend New Year's Eve with his wife and children.
His voice was slightly greasy: "Girl, is the food delicious?"
She smiled slightly, paused with her hand holding the chopsticks, stretched out her hand, picked up the thigh of a chicken, put it into his bowl, and said softly: "Eat more."
He took the chicken leg and gnawed it, laughing loudly: "Okay, okay, I have never eaten such delicious smoked chicken."
Seeing how delicious he was eating, the little tiger head put down his big lobster and stretched out his hand: "Dad, I want this, I want..."
Hua Rong smiled and gave him another smoked chicken leg: "Son, you eat this."
"No, I want daddy's, daddy's is the most delicious..."
"The little tiger head eats this..."
"No, I want that..."
King Qin immediately stuffed the half-eaten chicken leg into his little hand, and his heart was as sweet as honey: "Bad boy, you like whatever dad likes?"
He chuckled and took a bite of the chicken leg: "This is delicious. I will eat whatever dad eats."
King Qin was even more overjoyed. He patted his little body and saw his big black eyes looking at him slyly. That kind of fatherly love penetrated deep into his bones. When he looked up at the woman eating slowly and smiling opposite him, he felt unexpectedly in his heart. A strange feeling arose: as if this has always been his wife and his son! Otherwise, how could there be such tacit understanding and warmth
He was completely swayed by such strange and unfamiliar tender feelings. He watched Hua Rong keep picking up food for him. He didn't know what to say, he just kept eating. After eating for a long time, he remembered that this New Year's Eve After that, I can truly be with the girl legitimately.