The little bun is now one year and two months old, and can speak some simple words, and can even roughly understand the meaning of adults' words.
At this moment, he gave his father the flowers he liked very much. Although he was reluctant to bear it, when he heard his father's words, he said sensible: "Fuck, ah!"
Qin Muwen was moved, and before he had time to say anything, the little bun said again: "Ahhh! Luo (le)!"
The last sentence was finished by Li Jin instead of Xiao Baozi: "Birthday Ji Le, Wen Wen."
Qin Muwen's eyes were round and round. Under the sunlight, his eyes were extremely clear. At first, he was a little shocked, but more of a sudden joy.
his birthday...
He hasn't had a birthday ceremony for four years, and he has long forgotten about it.
If it wasn't for Li Jin's mention, he wouldn't even know that the tenth day of the eighth month was his birthday.
Li Jin scratched his nose, asked Xiaocha to pack up the needles and threads, and then stuffed the little bun into Qin Muwen's arms.
"Xiao Baozi's congratulations have been delivered, these flowers were ordered by him for me to pick, and also his heart.
I have to go to Ningxing Shusi now, and come back to congratulate you, dear. "
If Li Jin said 'good' in the past, it would probably make people feel a little nondescript.
But now, based on his figure and bearing, Qin Muwen always ignores his age unconsciously, feeling that he is a lot younger than Li Jin.
Qin Muwen felt that what Zhao Shuang said a few days ago was not wrong at all - 'Your husband loves you so much'.
It is precisely because he is the favored person that he appears very small in front of his husband and can be held in the palm of his hand.
Li Jin was able to know Qin Muwen's birthday, or because he had to fill in various information about his ancestral home and relatives when he signed up for the county exam in January this year, he learned that the boy's birthday was in August.
And in the first year of his new arrival, he accidentally missed this time.
Therefore, he also planned early to hold a birthday banquet for the boy this year.
Then Li Jin instructed Xiaocha that there is no need to cook today, and lunch will be delivered by someone from Jufu Building, so just pay attention to the door in a while.
It didn't take much effort to say these words. When Li Jin walked to the outer courtyard, Xiao Er had not finished his cup of tea.
Li Jin said: "I've been neglected, there are no other servants in the family..."
Xiao Er hurriedly said: "Li Tongsheng, don't bother me, you only need to change clothes, you can afford to wait."
Not long after the two went out, they arrived at the bookstore. The shopkeeper was already waiting on the second floor.
Xiao Er took him upstairs directly, and then stepped back in a disciplined manner.
The shopkeeper's robes on Li Jin's body are clean, but the condition is not new. When the Fucheng tabloid was writing the case for the government trial, it mentioned Li Jin's family background, and the shopkeeper was somewhat impressed.
But he did not dare to despise Li Jin in the slightest. Up to the prefect, down to the second of the bookstore, they all looked at Li Jin differently and were full of praise.
This shows that Li Jin is definitely a person worthy of deep friendship.
"Li Tong was born. I happen to have a good Pu'er here. The weather is suitable today, and I have cooked some. I invite you to taste it together."
Li Jin didn't look cramped at all, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the hospitality, I'll be welcome that night."
Although Li Jin has no research on tea, he has also followed many poetry sessions before, and the action of tasting tea seems very elegant.
The two talked east and west, and finally got to the point.
When Li Jin walked downstairs, he felt as if he was stepping on the clouds, and then used his fingertips to probe the silver note in his cuff, which made him feel very at ease.
The shopkeeper really did what he said and gave him three silver notes of one hundred taels!
He finally said: "If this "Nongsang Suanjing" makes A Jin famous and publishes a book in the future, we will still pay this price."
This is for the long-term cooperation in the future.
Li Jin naturally agreed. The second time the two had only met clearly. At the beginning of the conversation, they were 'Tongsheng' and 'the shopkeeper'. Later, they began to call themselves brothers and sisters, as if they had been friends for many years.
But Li Jin knew that this was actually all because of profit.
After returning, Li Jin handed the silver note to his little husband.
Qin Muwen looked at the silver note, then looked up at Li Jin, opened his mouth slightly, and said, "A Jin, is this a birthday gift?"
When Qin Muwen was young, his father gave him new clothes or books to congratulate him on his birthday.
Later, when Dad fell ill, he gave Qin Muwen his dowry as a gift. That means actually delivering... what's behind.
But Qin Muwen's father is a person with high emotional intelligence. He knows that his silly children have been protected too well since childhood.
It's not Qin Muwen's turn to compete for favor, and the mistress in the backyard naturally doesn't look down on him, and has never tossed him.
As a result, although Qin Muwen knew a little about the dirty methods of Houzhai, he naively thought he couldn't touch those things.
Qin Muwen's father thought that after he died, other people would hand over the money to Awen, and those people would surely say 'this is what your father left to you after his death'.
In that case, how sad my Arwen would be when he heard it.
Therefore, he insisted on the day of Awen's birthday, and let people discount some unnecessary things and exchange them for silver notes for Awen.
Until now, Qin Muwen even thought that it was a very common thing to take a 'silver note' as a birthday gift.
Li Jin said, "Why are you so looking forward to the birthday gift from me?"
Qin Muwen nodded very honestly, and Li Jin said, "You put away the banknotes first."
Then, he took Qin Muwen's hand and went directly to the study.
Li Jin directly took out all the scrolls in the painting tube.
Exactly eighteen volumes.
Qin Muwen is also exactly eighteen this year.
Li Jin asked Qin Muwen to stand in front of the desk, sticking himself behind him, bowing his head slightly when he spoke, his breath all hitting the side of his neck.
Seeing that the little husband's earlobes gradually turned pink, Li Jin said, "These are the birthday gifts for Wen Wen, take them apart and take a look."
Although Qin Muwen has been tidying up Li Jin's study, he will not rummage through Li Jin's things.
He had also asked Li Jin what these scrolls were, and why they had to be specially packed in boxes when moving.
But Li Jin just smiled and didn't answer.
At this moment, Qin Muwen's heart was pounding, he knew that A Jin was behind him, and he could definitely hear his heartbeat.
But he didn't intend to hide his excitement at all.
The first scroll was not big, and when it opened slowly, the first thing I saw was the tail of a chicken.
Then the head of the chicken also appeared in the sight. The chicken was very arrogant. With the background in the courtyard, Qin Muwen recognized at a glance that it was a chicken raised by himself.
—The chicken I raised when I was still living in the village.
When the picture scroll was fully unfolded, Qin Muwen saw that he was holding a bunch of persimmons in his hand, and the two chickens behind him were arrogant, as if the persimmons Qin Muwen was holding were those of those two chickens.
Qin Muwen couldn't help laughing, he covered his lips with surprise in his eyes.
If A Jin hadn't painted this incident, he would have forgotten it. Now looking at the picture scroll, he completely remembered the helpless feeling at that time.
He turned his head to look at A Jin, because the two were so close together that their forehead even directly touched A Jin's lips.
Qin Muwen quickly straightened his head and said, "Fortunately, A Jin came back early that day... Later, A Jin went directly to Uncle Dahe to play chicken coops and locked them up."
There was a smile in his dimples, exactly like the boy on the picture who was holding a persimmon and thinking about what to eat when it snowed.
Time has not left any trace of vicissitudes on him, and he can still smile so happily.
Qin Muwen was a little reluctant to roll up this picture scroll.
Before A Jin said that he wanted to paint for him, he kept it in his heart, but A Jin did not take the initiative to mention it after that, and he also kept silent in order not to interfere with A Jin's studies.
However, it is impossible to forget, A Jin has painted Xiao Baozi, he, he will never admit that he has eaten Xiao Baozi's vinegar.
Li Jin also waited patiently for him, even if he couldn't finish reading it before lunch, he would continue watching after dinner.
The meals delivered by Jufulou are roast pigeon, beef soup, almond roast, etc. There are a total of four dishes and two desserts.
When someone came to help set the meal, Li Jin quietly lit a fire in the kitchen and cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for the boy.
The noodles were rolled by Xiaocha, and they were long, and Qin Muwen didn't have time to pay attention to the kitchen. His focus was on the scrolls.
It wasn't until Li Jin brought his face to the table that he called him out of the study.
Xiaocha has been at home for a month, and she is much more cheerful than before.
He bowed to Qin Muwen and said, "Congratulations to the husband on his birthday, and wish you will always be so happy."
After a pause, Xiaocha added in a low voice, "This longevity noodle was cooked for you by the master himself."
Qin Muwen was stunned, since there was little tea, Li Jin had very little time to cook.
But he actually gave not only his own picture scroll, but also this bowl of longevity noodles. Qin Muwen resisted the urge to cry and sat at the dining table.
After eating, Qin Muwen watched the paintings for a whole day.
At dusk that day, he embraced the eighteen scrolls of paintings in his arms: "A Jin, can I take all these paintings with me?"
Li Jin said: "It's all yours, of course you can take it with you."
Li Jin found that Qin Muwen had put these paintings in the storage compartment of the main house. There were wooden carved rabbit pendants, ribbons, the first painting for Xiaobaozi, etc., all of which were carefully accumulated by Qin Muwen.
Now that there are 18 more scrolls, Qin Muwen thought about it, and placed the scrolls in the second grid, six on each floor, for a total of three layers, all neatly arranged.
Li Jin has a new understanding of his little husband's collection addiction.
He thought, fortunately, he didn't paint for the little husband when he didn't know how to paint, otherwise he would collect it like this, and it would be a bit unbearable to look at it after a few years.
But Li Jin really liked the little bun's painting.
That was the first time Baozi smiled at him, and it was also the first day when he sincerely recognized Baozi as his own child. Very memorable.
That night, Li Jin wanted to just rest with the boy in his arms.
However, Qin Muwen took the initiative to take off his underwear, revealing the body of the flesh and blood, and then opened himself up and invited Li Jin to enter.
This is the most primitive action for a man to express his liking. Li Jin's action was very light at first, worried that he would hurt the teenager.
But the boy kept urging him: "Hurry up, A Jin."
Li Jin's ninja didn't send, and the kiss fell on his forehead: "You will be hurt."
Qin Muwen's eyes were full of water vapor, but he still insisted: "I miss you more deeply, A Jin, I like you."
Li Jin couldn't bear it any longer, and lifted one of the boy's legs over his shoulder. The two looked at each other, and they could both see their own figure in each other's eyes.
And Li Jin is in this state, inch by inch, attacking the city.