Chapter 6332 Millipede Bracelet
“...Jingling, this kid, although he still refuses to speak, he should understand in his heart.”
Zuo Junmo took a sip of tea and squinted. At first glance, the pride and satisfaction in his expression when he talked about his son were beyond words.
Yang Ruoqing also smiled as she watched and listened, feeling even more sincerely happy for him.
In the past, Brother Zuo was lonely. Although his career was very successful, his family was not perfect.
Especially when facing the elderly Zuo's mother, the guilt of being the son of a human being in his heart could not be filled. It was not until the appearance of Jingling that the Zuo family became alive and Zuo's mother had sustenance.
When I chatted with Zuo Junmo in the past, what I talked about most was the situation outside, things in the business world, and what he had seen outside. But now, as we chatted, the topic suddenly shifted to On the child's body.
Zuo Junmo likes to talk about his son more and more, and shares some interesting things about Jingling with Yang Ruoqing. Although he doesn't realize it, in Yang Ruoqing's eyes, his increasingly down-to-earth chat content is just right. This proves that he is now very satisfied with his life, and the father-son relationship with Jingling has become deeper and deeper.
"...Jingling and I originally arranged to come to your place last month, but Jingling was injured and fell on his arm, which delayed it until now."
Zuo Junmo's mouth went dry as he spoke, and he picked up the tea bowl and took a big sip.
Yang Ruoqing's expression tightened slightly, and she quickly asked: "What's the situation? Why did you fall on your arm? Is the situation serious?"
Zuo Junmo saw the concern in her eyes, and felt quite relieved and smiled. He smiled and said: "It was indeed a bit serious at the time, and the whole arm was swollen. Fortunately, after The condition gradually improved and he is now fully recovered."
Yang Ruoqing asked again: "How did you fall? Fighting with someone? That's not right. This kid Jingling has a reserved and quiet temperament, and he doesn't have a restless temper. ”
Mentioning this, Zuo Junmo smiled helplessly.
“Speaking of this, it’s a bit funny. This child is a child after all and loves to play at heart.”
"A few months ago we passed through the Yunnan-Guizhou area. A bleeding plant grew in the local mountains. The brown-red blood is very similar to chicken blood. The local people call it Chicken Spath."
"This was originally considered a type of herbal medicine, but this kid heard from somewhere that accessories made of Millet Spatholobus can be worn on the body. Ji avoided harm and strengthened his body. He secretly went to the valley to pick without telling me. He was attacked by an eagle and fell. As a result, he broke his arm and had to wear a plaster bandage for more than half a month. "
"So that's what happened!" Yang Ruoqing pushed a strand of bangs that had fallen behind her ears, smiling helplessly and a little scared.
"Eagles are extremely ferocious birds. Even adults like us may be attacked if we encounter them if we slack off even a little bit, let alone a child? Thinking about it makes me sweat for him!" she said.
Zuo Junmo was noncommittal. He rushed to the scene of the incident and saw Jingling with a bruised nose and swollen face. One of his arms was limp and hanging by his side. At his feet, there was a huge black eagle with a sharp arrow stuck in its neck. While he was struggling fiercely and the ground was covered with eagle feathers, he was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat!
After the incident passed, he would dream about this scene for several days in a row. Could it be that as people get older, their hearts become more fragile?
“Did he pick the last part of the Millet Spatholobus?” Yang Ruoqing couldn’t help but ask about the follow-up.
After suffering so much, even if he failed to collect the Millet Spatholobus at that time, Zuo Junmo would definitely overcome all difficulties and help Jingling collect it later.
“I picked it up and kept it close to my body like a treasure.” Zuo Junmo said.
"It's good to have picked it." Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, Jingling finally got his wish. "But I saw that cut of Millipede vine at that time, and I never saw it again. I asked him, but he didn't say anything. Qing'er, tell me, the heat that lasted less than half a day was really that of a child. What a good character!" Zuo Junmo shook his head as he said this, with a look of helplessness, but also a look of doting.
Yang Ruoqing also laughed, "He is a child after all, so the enthusiasm is not high, but he must have liked it wholeheartedly at the time, and he got it despite all the difficulties. This is enough."
Many adults like the new and dislike the old, let alone a nine-year-old child?
Lunch was served quickly.
This time, considering that the father and son were driving very fast without stopping to eat, Yang Ruoqing discussed with Wang Cuilian in advance not to prepare the even-numbered dishes for lunch. Let's deal with a few of the foodies, and wait until night to greet them properly.
So, Wang Cuilian asked Blacksmith Luo to go out from the backyard gate, fish out a grass carp weighing nearly four kilograms from her own fish pond, cut the tofu skin and vegetables to make a pot of grilled fish that was charred and spicy.
When Blacksmith Luo was fishing for fish, he also caught a bag of lively green-skinned prawns. He cut them into two halves from the middle, removed the dirty threads and neatly stacked them on top of the pre-soaked vermicelli, and then sprinkled them with minced garlic. Cover the shrimps, pour a few drops of soju and steam them in the pot, so when the meal is about to start, the aroma wafts from the kitchen to the front yard and main room.
“Jingling, let’s sit together.”
Baobao Luo patted the stool next to him to greet Zuo Jingling.
Zuo Jingling sat down next to her obediently.
While Zuo Junmo got up and drank with Blacksmith Luo, Yang Ruoqing and the others invited Zuo Jingling to eat.
"Is it impossible to pick up the grilled fish?" Yang Ruoqing asked. Just when he was thinking about whether to use serving chopsticks to pick up a piece for Jingling, a figure stood up and stretched the chopsticks to the charcoal stove in the middle to grill it. Sizzling fish.
"I'll give it to Jingling." It's Luo Baobao.
Look at this guy, he looks like a little grown-up.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, then her eyes fell on the scarlet bracelet that was as shiny as chicken blood on Baobao Luo's wrist.
As a mother, she knew exactly what accessories Luo Baobao had on her body.
She can guarantee that she has never seen this bracelet before today.
In other words, this bracelet was only given to Baby Luo after Zuo Junmo and his son arrived. Could it be...a gift from Jingling?
But this color, material, neither gold nor silver nor jade, and this color...could it be?
“Hey, what is the baby wearing on his wrist? Why haven’t you seen it before?”
Wang Cuilian asked Yang Ruoqing's guess in one sentence. As she asked, the eyes of people at the table were all drawn to the vermilion bracelet on Luo Baobao's white wrist that was exposed when picking vegetables.
Zuo Junmo's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about Yang Ruoqing.
Luo Baobao dragged a large piece of fish belly meat into Zuo Jinling's bowl, then put down his chopsticks, raised his wrist and gently shook the bracelet, raised the corners of his lips and said happily: "This is the bracelet Jingling gave me. He made it himself. You can't buy it outside!"
(End of Chapter)