Wan Li got up to look at his daughter, and when he came back, he heard the nurse say that Baozhu had been crying.

The people in the courtyard tacitly did not tell the child what happened.

It's all just coaxing.

"Cousin, the child is asleep." The queen showed the face of the jewel, and the poor doll did not sleep very peacefully, as if the willow eyebrows were frowning together.

Taking the jewel from the queen's hand, Wan Li said to her: "Thank you, I will return to heaven in the past few days, and the affairs of the child and the town will be entrusted to you." ”

"The family doesn't speak two words, cousin, you, you have to mourn and change."

"Hmm." Wan Li felt uncomfortable in his heart, and after listening to it, he only felt that the hole in his heart was still gushing blood and was being pulled open again, so he tightened his hand and left the guest room quickly.

Back in their bedroom, Zhao Chengcheng still had the small clothes that Zhao Chengcheng turned out before leaving, which were purple, because she didn't give up on the clothes, she was so angry that she took out the close-fitting clothes from the cabinet and shook them in front of Wan Li.

Wan Li put the children on the bed, opened the wardrobe, and shook off the clothes one by one, folded them, shook them apart and folded them again, thinking about what they looked like when they were worn on Zhao Chengcheng.

She likes colors that look joyful and not glamorous, rose red, apricot yellow, and sometimes makes fun of the fact that she likes purple to be sullen, and under Cheng Cheng's clothes is a freshly washed winter coat.

His hand grabbed his clothes and the memories couldn't help but emerge at the moment of touch, when the nurse closed the edge, Wan Li specially wanted to come back to her, it was not very busy at that time, Zhao Chengcheng was mending a dress for the child, seeing that Baozhu could enjoy the daughter-in-law's mending clothes again, Wan Li also blushed and asked her to close her sleeves.

Zhao Chengcheng, who couldn't resist him at that time, said bluntly: "I'm really afraid of you, I can't sew it for you and don't take it off." ”

"You know that complaining about me, I always waited for the nurse to bring it when she only had one sleeve left."

The woman pinching the needle and thread hooked her hand and asked him to come over, since she had a daughter-in-law, she didn't feel that she was so shy to be coquettish and cute, anyway, he was willing to use the way to make Zhao Chengcheng care more about herself, and he was reluctant to sit opposite her, and she wanted to sell two more miserable sentences.

His daughter-in-law suddenly put down the needle and thread, reached out to hook his neck, and kissed him with a mouthful.

Zhao Chengcheng kissed several times, kissed the beautiful bubbling, and listened to her: "Okay, I'll teach you how to close the edges, you can sew it yourself, I'm so tired to look at the account today, do you hurt me." ”

"It hurts, why doesn't it hurt." The man who took the initiative to pick up the clothes and needle and thread clumsily began to accept one stitch after another, Zhao Chengcheng pillowed on Wan Li's thigh, and after a while, he fell asleep with even breathing, and Wan Li later learned to read the accounts, so that she could occasionally be lazy, why is it occasional, because Wan Li is brave and good at fighting, and the housekeeper really can't handle the accounts.

I remember that when he was dizzy and dizzy when he learned to calculate accounts, Zhao Chengcheng was lying on his back and laughing back and forth, and she beat his back when she laughed.

This is their home, a small courtyard filled with everything about her, heavier than millions of years, and her fingertips touched the stitches that Zhao Chengcheng had barely sewn.

"I'll wait for you, if you go back, I'll be here all my life, if." In the second half of the sentence, Wan Li didn't have the courage to say that if Zhao Chengcheng died, he would raise Da Baozhu and then follow her down.

However, when they reunited on the bridge, Wan Li wanted to tell Zhao Chengcheng that he had raised the jewel very well.

Before returning to Heaven, she accompanied Baozhu all night, and the child woke up crying again in the morning.

Wan Li could only smile bitterly and coax the child: "Baozhu, Daddy is going back to heaven for a few days, you and your cousin are waiting for your mother at home, your mother is back, you tell her that Daddy has gone out to run errands and will come back in a few days." ”

"I don't, I want my mother, I want my father to take me to my mother." Baozhu didn't want to wait, glaring at his leg and throwing a tantrum.

"Baozhu, Daddy promises, this time to go to the heavenly court, it is the last time, and in the future, Daddy will not leave Baozhu to leave your mother's kiss, and the hook is guaranteed to be good." The appearance of Zhao Chengcheng, a scholar in Wanli, was indescribably painful, and Baozhu looked at his outstretched fingers in disbelief.

Pitifully asked: "Really, my mother said that adults are not allowed to lie to children." ”

"Your mother said that your father did it, so Baozhu waited for his mother, how many days is it good to wait for his father, Baozhu is a good child of his mother, and he is also a good child of his father." He held back his crying, and his eyes turned red before he knew it.

I lost my love, but I couldn't cry, let alone take revenge.

When the hatred came up, a familiar fishy sweetness appeared in his throat: "Baozhu." He quickly covered the child's eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood towards the bed.

The blood was bright red, and after wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, he let go of Baozhu and said, "Daddy went out to bring food to Baozhu, what does Baozhu want to eat." ”

Baozhu replied without thinking: "I want to eat the fish head soup made by my mother, and my mother said that when I come back, I will catch a big fish for Baozhu to make soup, and I will add water tofu, which is sweet and delicious." ”

"It's too early, no one catches fish, let's eat some barbecued pork rice from the three tubes."

Baozhu stopped talking, their father and daughter were sad, and when the nurse brought in the barbecued pork rice, Baozhu wanted to eat the sweet potato syrup made by Zhao Chengcheng.

"Daddy, go cook, nurse, you can accompany Baozhu to eat." He hid behind the stove and sat on a small stool, tears rolled down his eyes without obeying, and the man who never knew what tears were, cried silently for a long time.

Wutong heard the movement and wanted to go out to have a look, but was pulled back into the house by Jiujiu.

Now it's not like in the past, there are clouds on everyone's head, and a little bit can make my uncle mad, Jiujiu stopped his mother from going over to ask for suspicion, but he didn't notice a figure sneaking up on the kitchen.

When he found out, it was too late, and Zhao Di's handkerchief was taken out: "Uncle, there is a handkerchief here." ”

The sobbing voice of the man buried in his knees suddenly disappeared, and an invisible force burst out from his body to ruthlessly sweep the woman away, she was knocked to the ground, and asked without giving up: "Uncle, I just gave you a handkerchief." ”

"I said I didn't want to see you, you don't understand people!" This is the second time that Yun Li has said this to Jiang Yuaner.

She didn't understand, she just felt that this man needed comfort, and even fantasized that she had given her warmth and made him feel good, Jiang Yuan was ill, and this woman was completely immersed in the news of Zhao Chengcheng's death.

In addition to not shouting to everyone: Zhao Chengcheng is dead, you have to recognize the reality.

Jiang Yuan's actions show that she can't wait to replace her.

It's just that the person who accepted Zhao Chengcheng's bad news didn't have time to be distracted to think about it.

"Uncle, listen to me, the festival is smooth." A woman who doesn't know whether she is alive or dead is still trying to pretend to be a good person.

Wan Li stood up from behind the stove, the tears on his face had been dried by the rising anger: "What do I have to do with you whether I mourn or not!" It's your turn to worry about me! ”