"Call Wen Jian, Ah Qiu, give me a hug."
Ah Qiu responded and hugged the young master warmly.
Shu Nuan carefully grabbed the little hand of Wen Jian, who had just woken up and looked confused, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "So good."
The two of them didn't stand outside for too long, so they went in together.
"Is it hard to give birth to Qingzhi?" Wen Zhiyu sat in front of the palace and looked at the little guy in his arms. Qingzhi was holding the jar and swinging it around quietly. From time to time, it would slip from his little hand. Wen knew what had happened and helped her pick it up again.
Looking at such a young child, she seemed to be able to imagine how difficult it was for Shu Nuan to give birth to her.
Shu Nuan was two years younger than her and was born prematurely, so you can see how painful it would be.
But at this time, Shu Nuan just said: "It's all over."
The autumn wind blew outside, and the pain I experienced seemed to have dissipated with the wind.
She didn't want to mention it, let alone think about it.
After all, it hurts like hell just to think about it.
Wen Zhigu felt very sad when she thought about it. She originally thought she could come over to accompany Shunuan to give birth to her child, but she didn't expect that Shunuan would give birth prematurely, and this matter was probably closely related to Sheng Qianmo's departure, but Wen Zhiru didn't mention that person at this juncture. She knew that she really couldn't poke Shu Nuan's pain at this time.
The two talked for a while, and the children they held in their arms fell asleep again. After holding the two children to bed and letting Aqiu look at the children, Wen Zhigu and Shunuan went out.
"I opened a small school in Ancheng and taught students there. It can be considered as doing what I like to do. I plan to settle down there and grow up with Wen Jian." Wen Zhigu suddenly paused slightly as he spoke. He paused and turned to look at Shu Nuan, "Shu Nuan, what are your plans?"
Shu Nuan didn't know what the plan was, so she thought for a while before whispering: "I'm probably the same as you. I stay here in Beichuan, grow up with Qingzhi, and open a good business."
Apart from making myself stronger, there seems to be nothing else I can do.
But isn’t that the meaning of life
Only by being strong can she protect her young and innocent little person.
Wen Zhigu stayed in Beichuan for a few days. During these few days, when the two little ones were playing on the same couch, Wen Jian always liked to touch Qingzhi, but Qingzhi usually held the little one in her arms. Stuff, I don’t really like to have fun with Wen Jian.
When Wen Zhigu left, he accidentally mentioned: "Little Jane really likes to play with his young sister. In the future, we can let them go to school together, just like we went to school together in the academy."
Shu Nuan was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he realized that this was the case. He nodded and said happily: "Okay."
The two little guys can be good friends and take care of each other in the future, which is great.
After sending Wen Zhigu and the others away, Shunuan took Qingzhi to drink milk. Qingzhi was still very obedient and drank milk quietly.
Shu Nuan also looked at his sweetheart quietly for a while, looking at her obedient eyebrows and eyes. He suddenly closed his eyes, lowered his head and kissed Qing Zhi's forehead, pulled the corner of his mouth somewhat uncomfortably, and whispered Said: "Qingzhi, grow up well."
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(Again, there are no repeated chapters, and there are duplicated and confusing chapters that have been deleted and re-added; the next volume will be updated tomorrow (the next volume is about reunion and rise)
Chinese Valentine's Day Little Theater
[Five-year-old Qing Pheasant and five-year-old Brother Jian
Wen Jian spread out the colorful candies in his palm: Qing Pheasant, I’ll give you this candy.
Qing Zhi glanced at his palm and shook his head.
Wen Jian dug into another pocket: Is Tutu Candy always good
Qingzhi shook his head.
Wen Jian took out the star candy from the last pocket: Is this good
Qing Pheasant took out his notebook and wrote a few neat and delicate words: No more sweets for Shu Nuan.
Wen Jian (Meng): Yesterday I went to the business to look for you, and I saw your mother eating candied haws!