"Xiao Qi, Sang Yu, here, here." Song Yiyan shouted excitedly, but she was afraid of waking up the two little guys next to her, so she deliberately suppressed her voice.
Ling Sheng didn't know how she, a mother who had just given birth, could be so energetic and look better than when she had not given birth a few days ago.
Thinking back to when she gave birth to Xiaoxuetuan two months ago, she was completely exhausted after giving birth. She felt as if she was half dead and was about to die.
She is still the second child. Logically speaking, the second child will be much better than the first child. But she is not good. She is weaker than when she gave birth to Xiao Qi. After raising her for such a long time, she is much better.
"Where's the younger brother? I want to see my younger brother." Xiao Sangyu ran over on her short legs with sparkling eyes, looked around, and locked onto the little guy on the bed. When she saw that they were both asleep, she hurriedly covered her mouth. , tiptoed over and whispered: "My sister is here too."
Jun Shiyan was following behind. When he went to pick up Xiao Sangyu and Xiao Qi to go home, his wife called and said she wanted to see Song Yiyan. Before they got home, An Yan was sent over.
Xiaoqi looked at the two little ones on the bed, and curiously stretched out her little hand, wanting to touch the difference between her brother's face and her sister's face.
Xiao Sangyu reached out and slapped the back of his hand: "Brother Xiaoqi, you haven't washed your hands yet. Grandma said that the skin of a newborn baby is very tender and prone to allergies."
Xiaoqi's little hand stopped in mid-air, grabbed her hand, and seriously pulled her towards the bathroom. As he walked, he said, "You didn't wash your hands either, either."
Song Yiyan looked at Xiao Sangyu and Xiao Qi, then shifted her gaze to look at the two sleeping soundly beside her. When they are as old as Xiao Qi and the others, they will be so loving. She feels very happy just thinking about it. .
Xiao Qi and Xiao Sangyu quickly washed their hands and came out. They stood beside it eagerly, wanting to touch it, but they were a little nervous for fear of damaging the baby.
When Xiao Sangyu stretched out his hand.
Xiao Qi held her hand directly, with a very serious look on her face: "Don't touch it, I'll touch it for you and tell you how it feels."
When Song Yiyan heard this, she glanced at Ling Sheng with a complicated look in her eyes, isn't it, that little guy Xiao Qi is so precocious? It's not what she thought!
Ling Sheng glared at her, "What are you thinking about? How old are Xiao Qi and Xiao Sang Yu? How could they think so much? Look what she is thinking about every day!"
After Xiaoqi touched it, she said seriously: "No sister's face is soft, please touch it."
Song Yiyan breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't what she thought. Oh my gosh, look at her, she is so clever at thinking. How can a child have so many thoughts
She has dark thoughts and needs to review.
Ji Xing went home to get something for Song Yiyan. When he came back, he saw that the ward was already crowded with people.
Song Yiyan called him over and introduced him happily: "This is Xiaoxuetuan."
Ji Xing glanced at the little guy in her arms. Of course he knew Xiaoxue Tuan, why she suddenly said this to him so solemnly.
Song Yiyan smiled and continued: "If your son works hard, Xiaoxuetuan will be our future daughter-in-law."
If the brat in the family doesn't work hard, there's nothing he can do about it. If he doesn't cherish such a good opportunity, he deserves to be unable to find a wife.
Jun Shiyan looked at the couple who were happy because of this incident, and looked at his wife sadly. He was not happy, he was not happy at all!
But his wife has already agreed.
He decided that he must educate his daughter well in the future and not get too close to that boy from the Song family. He was thinking of taking away his precious daughter before her hair even grew.
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Ever since Song Yiyan accomplished the task, except for the month of confinement, when she was forcibly tied up at home and not allowed to go out every day, she almost went to Ling Sheng whenever she had the chance.
Little Hockey Ball can speak when he is seven months old. The first words he speaks are not his parents, grandparents, or the great-grandfather who talks to him every day, but babbling words.
Of course, it's all thanks to Song Yiyan. She talks about the snow dumplings in front of her son every day. She wishes she could take her son to play with the snow dumplings every day. Even if she can't go there, she still has to show him the photos of the snow dumplings.
When children are learning to speak, they are most susceptible to the influence not from their parents and family members, but from little ones about the same age as themselves.
However, Xue Tuan started talking too late. At nine months old, he was still babbling and couldn't speak a word clearly. His favorite thing was to play with the little hockey puck.
When Little Hockey Ball was eight months old, he could already walk.
On the day before her first birthday, Xiaoxuetuan finally took her first step, driven by the little ice ball. She staggered away without any help from anyone.
On Xiao Xuetuan's first birthday, they didn't invite too many people. Jun Shiyan and the two ancestors of the Huo family didn't want so many people to see their cute little baby and miss them. What should they do
Song Yiyan brought her son over every day, and the two ancestors of the Huo family had already complained a lot. If Song Yiyan hadn't been a lovable little hockey puck with a sweet mouth, and would call them names when they met, they might have been killed long ago. People were driven away.
On my birthday.
Huo Xiao wants Xiaoxue Tuan to catch Zhou, and traditional Chinese customs are indispensable.
He personally prepared a lot of things, including pens, inks, paper, inkstones, jewelry, musical instruments, everything that Xiaoxue Tuan could carry and move, he put them next to him.
Then, Huo Xiao hugged Xiao Xue Tuan and placed her in the middle. He ran to the front of the piano model and shouted excitedly: "Tuan'er, here, Grandpa, here."
Ling Sheng and the others were watching.
Eight-month-old Little Hockey Ball is a little genius compared to other children of the same age. He can speak clearly and enunciate, and walks very steadily. Xiao Qi and Xiao Sangyu are holding his little hands from left to right, looking at Xiaoxue. group.
What you want during the week is excitement.
Huo Ci held an emerald ring: "Tuanzi, grandpa is here."
Nangong Lengyu held a book. For girls, the smell of books is important. It is best to be like her mother-in-law: "Tuan Tuan, grandma is here."
Su Xiyin looked around and finally chose a golden abacus, looking at the little guy with a loving smile.
Everyone else also picked something one by one and called it "Snow dumplings".
Xiaoxuetuan has long been able to understand words, but she can't speak because of her babbling. Sometimes when she wants to say something, she can't say it, and she bursts into tears.
At this moment, the little guy looked at the familiar faces, all calling her, and was confused. After swaying in a circle like a little penguin, he pointed in Huo Xiao's direction.
Huo Xiao smiled happily and said, "Yes, Tuan'er, come to Grandpa's side. Grandpa's side is the best."
Xiaoxuetuan ran towards this side with short legs and a big smile, showing two cute little rabbit teeth.
Huo Xiao was filled with joy and proudly glanced at the others and asked them to leave. Tuan'er still loved him as his great grandfather the most.
Who knew that when Xiao Xue Tuan arrived, he did not go towards Huo Xiao, but aimed directly at the direction of the small hockey puck and bumped his head into it.
Little Hockey Ball was about the same height as her and thinner than her. After being hit, he tried to hold her back. How could he be so strong at such a small age
Xiao Qi and Xiao Sangyu wanted to hug their younger siblings, but it was too late.
The two little guys had fallen to the ground.
Little Hockey Ball was pinned down by Xiao Xue Tuan and hugged tightly by her. The babbling little guy finally said two words incoherently: "Ball... ball."
(End of chapter)