"Oh, it's so cold!"
Baozhu's little hand caught the leaking raindrops, and she immediately shrank her neck.
Jiang Nuanzhi funnyly picked up the handkerchief on the pillow and wiped her little hands.
Baozhu was now a little fleshy by Jiang Nuanzhi. He held the soft little ball in the palm of his hand and couldn't help but rub it.
But the little girl giggled non-stop as if her laughter point had been tapped.
Jiang Nuanzhi rubbed her little nose: "Go to bed quickly. Don't you want to move to a new home? Tomorrow, my mother will take you to the new house to sort out what is missing in the house. We will go there in the next few days. We’ve bought everything. Let’s move there once everything is arranged, okay?”
Baozhu looked up at Jiang Nuanzhi from her arms, with clear eyes like stars: "Okay, we're moving to a new home!"
He hugged Jiang Nuanzhi's waist, laughed non-stop, and his little feet began to dance excitedly.
Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but twitch his lips and touched the little girl's hair: "Baozhu doesn't like your current home?"
"I like it. But I don't like it either." After saying that, he secretly looked at Jiang Nuanzhi's face. Seeing that his mother was not angry, he said in a sweet voice: "Mother, we have a lot of family members. Baozhu changes clothes every day. I’m afraid that someone will come in. Mom, when we have a big house, can we change into fragrant clothes in the house?”
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded: "Of course."
"That's great, mother!" Bao Zhu thought for a while, then frowned at Jiang Nuanzhi: "Mother, do you have your own room then?"
"Yes."
"Mom, then I'd better not move to a new house!"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Baozhu still wants to sleep with my mother."
Jiang Nuanzhi was surprised: "You don't want your own room? Don't want a big wardrobe to put beautiful clothes? Don't want to use a toilet that doesn't freeze your butt?"
The little girl was so excited every time she went to the new house. It was hard for Jiang Nuanzhi to imagine that these words came out of the little girl's mouth.
Baozhu struggled for a while: "But then I can't sleep on the same bed as my mother. I still won't move."
Jiang Nuanzhi looked at her twisted little face, burst out laughing, and said in a low voice: "Baby, you can still sleep with your mother when we move to a new home."
"Really?"
"Of course!"
"Okay! Mom, you are so kind!"
"Be good, go to sleep."
Bao Zhu obediently closed her eyes. Listening to the dripping sound of raindrops, she opened her eyes again after a while, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Mom, then you can sleep with daddy in your arms in the future, what if daddy doesn't allow me to sleep with you?" Sleep, can I still sleep with you?”
Jiang Nuanzhi closed his eyes and almost fell asleep. Suddenly he heard these words of tiger and wolf, he opened his eyes immediately, looked at the very worried Baozhu, and swallowed hard: "Who is this with you? Said! ”
"Grandmas in the village all say that mothers have to sleep with father. They cannot sleep with others." Thinking of something, Bao Zhu twisted her face and said, "Mom, wait until father comes back. Can you sleep with father?" Tell me? Baozhu wants to sleep with her mother.”
Jiang Nuanzhi looked at his four-year-old daughter in shock and stayed where she was. What did she say to Li Rong? What to say?
"Mom, are you okay?"
Jiang Nuanzhi: ".Okay."
"But don't worry, your father will most likely not compete with you."
Bao Zhu pouted her lips, shook her head and said, "Mother is wrong. Who doesn't want to sleep with mother? Bao Zhu doesn't want her mother to hold someone else to sleep."
Jiang Nuanzhi's expression cracked: "Huh?"
Bao Zhu nodded seriously, and the chubby little bun's face was full of solemnity: "Bao Zhu was very angry when he saw mother hugging others." He tilted his little head and thought for a while, and then said: "Mother, dad will definitely do the same. Angry. You have to help Baozhu talk to daddy.”
Jiang Nuanzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still lowered his head and asked seriously: "Baby, even if my mother is hugging someone else, she is still your mother. Why are you angry?"
Baozhu carefully followed Jiang Nuanzhi's hair with his little hands, tilted his little head and thought: "Baozhu doesn't know, I'm just angry. I want my mother to only be good to Baozhu, and only hold Baozhu."
As he said that, he suddenly opened his mouth and smiled: "Mom, your hair smells so good."
"My mother's hands also smell good."
“My arms also smell good”
"Yeah, mother"
Speaking of the back, my eyelids seemed to be fighting. He actually fell asleep.
Jiang Nuanzhi looked at the corners of her mouth that were still curved after she fell asleep, and couldn't help but tap her nose.
This little girl, even though Jiang Nuanzhi has avoided it, still shows off her attributes of a vicious female supporting character from time to time. Sometimes a sentence or two comes out, which is quite surprising.
Sighing, Jiang Nuanzhi gently tucked her chubby little feet into the quilt, thinking about teaching her better in the future.
Jiang Nuanzhi yawned, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep soon after.
A night of silence.
In these ancient times, people would go to bed around seven o'clock in the evening. In the morning, before the sun came out, Jiang Nuanzhi had already slept for ten hours.
Once here, she really sleeps until she wakes up naturally every day. But when I woke up naturally, it was still very early. It feels like there is so much time. There seems to be a lot of time every day.
"Mom, are you awake? The water will be ready later. Just wait."
Ping'er was wearing the same coarse clothes as before, rolling up his arms and sleeves and lighting a fire in the yard, when he saw Jiang Nuanzhi coming over with a basket.
"For you."
Jiang Nuanzhi took one look at it and took it over in surprise: "Ah, so many flowers? Did Ping'er go up the mountain specially to pick them for his mother?"
"Well, my mother likes it. I got up early in the morning and picked some. I'm afraid it won't be visible after a while when the weather gets cold. Now the grass on the mountain is half yellow, and there are no common ones in summer. Only this bunch of red ones are still open, but I’m afraid they’ll be gone in two days so I can take a look at them whenever I want.”
Ping'er put a basket of flowers, and my mother went up the mountain and liked to choose some flowers to put in the room. He dug it back together with the roots and stems.
"My son, why are you so nice?" Jiang Nuanzhi put down the basket of flowers and pinched Ping'er's little face.
Ping'er was a little embarrassed, but he stood obediently in front of Jiang Nuanzhi, blushing and letting Jiang Nuanzhi pinch him without moving away.
The little boy has grown taller again. The sleeves of his coarse clothes have become much shorter, as has the hem of his clothes, and his calves are half as old. Now that he was as tall as Jiang Nuan's chin, the tenderness on his face had faded a bit, and there was a sense of perseverance in his brows and eyes that children of the same age did not have. The cuffs look like freshly grown bamboo, fresh and tough.
Jiang Nuanzhi looked at it and said it was impossible not to be proud. This was what she fed him meal after meal.
"Ping'er, these clothes are too small, so don't wear them. I'm going to get you new ones. When I go to County 6 today, I'll buy you two more."
"Mother!" Ping'er grabbed Jiang Nuanzhi.
Jiang Nuanzhi was surprised: "What's wrong?"
"I have something to tell you."
"Huh?"
Ping'er pursed her lips, glanced at the house, and frowned: "The woman you brought back yesterday cannot live in our house." (End of Chapter)