Lucky Star Gao Zhao

Chapter 965 Nothing to Say

It's the Chinese New Year, which has been a festival of joy and family reunion since ancient times.

As the old saying goes: If you have money, you can go home for the New Year.

As long as the married daughter is not too far away, she will go back to her natal home. Gao Zhao is more than five months pregnant and her body is not too heavy. Wu Changliang accompanied her daughter back to Liushu Lane on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

When I got home, I found out that my sister-in-law Huai Jingmin was pregnant, but it was still young and it was the first year of marriage, so Gao Xingrong still accompanied her back to Huai's house.

Gao Zhao was a little swollen during pregnancy this time, and looked a little tired, so Jiang sent his daughter's family back home early after dinner.

After the first month, Jia Xibei gave birth to a son on the seventh day of February, and Wu Yingchun was also pregnant.

In the late stage of pregnancy, Gao Zhao lacked energy and liked to sleep. She had to sleep for an hour or two after lunch every day, and was sleepy at night.

So she didn't have the energy to take care of Jindou at all. Jindou followed her grandmother during the day and walked with her mother with her father at night.

On the third day of March, the birthday of the father and daughter.

Early in the morning, the family of three went to the front yard, and Pingwu gave his son and granddaughter a birthday present, and quickly let them go back.

Because watching my daughter-in-law walking with her belly upright is a bit strenuous.

There is one more month to give birth, and Ping Wu is worried, but he dare not show it at all, and only takes good care of his granddaughter.

In March, a small wind blows, with warmth in the coolness, blowing slowly on the face.

Gao Zhao sighed, and Wu Changliang and his daughter looked at her worriedly.

For some reason, Gao Zhao can't help worrying, but there is no specific reason.She sometimes thinks that after understanding some people's depression, it's not because their lives are not good enough, or because they don't have enough money, so they can't control their hearts.

The sky is so blue, too far away, take a breath, tired of living.

I'm just a boring person who is full and full of nothing.

Someone tugged at the corner of her clothes and looked down. Jindou was holding a small plate with a strange-shaped dough ball on it.

"Mom, I did it with Daddy."

When did their father and daughter leave?Didn't pay attention.

Gao Zhao smiled: "What did you do?"

"It's a sticky bean bun with red beans inside."

Gao Zhao reached for it, took a bite and ate it, saying, "It's delicious, thank you Jindou."

Jin Dou smiled, picked up a small one, and ate it with his mother.

Since the new year, Gao Zhao has lost interest in everything, doesn't want to go out, doesn't want to move, and the child in his belly doesn't like to move, unlike when he was pregnant with Jindou, he thought he would have a naughty temper, but Jindou never Never cried.

Now this baby, I don’t know what it will be like, my nephew is like my uncle, but none of my brothers are very quiet, Yang Rong is not that lively, but he is not so quiet, and happy together, others have many small ideas, every time behind the scenes He is the one who is instigating.

Every day I was thinking about it, it passed quickly, but my mood was still not depressed, and I didn't leave the courtyard gate. Suddenly one day I heard a thrush calling outside the courtyard, and she cried, sitting alone in the bamboo pavilion and crying.

Outside the courtyard gate, Ping Wu stopped while holding Jin Dou. She saw that Jin Dou had tears in her eyes, but she didn't cry out, her eyelashes trembled, and the tears fell to the ground, which made Ping Wu's heart ache.

"Mother said she didn't want to be a thrush."

"Mother said that little thrush is so pitiful."

Pingwu didn't understand what this meant, and just as he was about to ask, he heard his granddaughter say, "Grandma, I don't want to be a thrush either."

"Golden Dou is not a thrush, Jindou is the precious granddaughter of the grandmother."

Pingwu knelt down to wipe Jindou's tears, and Jindou hugged his grandmother's neck, saying, "Little Thrush is gone, Thrushgirl will be sad,"

Ping Wu's heart skipped a beat, "What did your mother say?"

Jin Dou shook his head, Ping Wu picked her up and went back to Rongxi Hall.

The next day, Ping Wu came to Xinyuan, she sat with a golden bean in her arms, smiling.

Gao Zhao didn't know why, seeing her mother-in-law's posture to talk to her, he was cautious.

Ping Wu cared and asked his daughter-in-law how her appetite was, and if she felt unwell, she hurried to find Madam Zhang, and said some routine caring words.

Gao Zhao answered one by one.

"What happened to Mrs. Gu?"

Gao Zhao didn't react when her mother-in-law said this suddenly.

"It's General Erha, Mrs. Gu."

Huh?Why did the mother-in-law suddenly ask this?

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it." Gao Zhao replied honestly, since her father stopped her from writing, she never thought about writing a storybook again, and she didn't think about it.

"If you want to write, write it. When you finish writing, find your uncle. I also like to read it."

Gao Zhao was stunned, unexpectedly, it was so sudden, why did the mother-in-law think of saying this?

She knew that her mother-in-law was very disgusted with the romance she wrote, and she never mentioned it. What happened today?
Looking at Jin Dou, Jin Dou looked at a loss that he couldn't understand.

"Mother, I didn't think about it, I..." Gao Zhao didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, I can write whatever I want in the future, and I can do whatever I want. People, decades have passed in a flash. I'm fine. I can live as I like. I don't want my children and grandchildren to be wronged, and neither are you. , entered the door of the Wu family, that is, the Wu family. Your grandmother said that you are a sensible child, that Jindou just follows you, knows the seriousness, and will not do excessive things. So don't think about what I will think, Renhe People are different, live a life as you like, don't embarrass yourself."

Gao Zhao nodded with tears in his eyes, knowing that his recent emotions had made his family worry, and suddenly felt that he was so hypocritical, that he was pregnant, as if the sky was about to fall.

Pingwu didn't have anything to say to her this time. After hearing what her granddaughter said, she went back and pondered for a long time. She didn't want to be a thrush.

The concubine mother once said: I am a thrush locked in a cage, a thrush in a cage to please the master.

The mother and concubine said that I would rather plant the land for a lifetime, marry a farmer and have children, at least I can sleep soundly.

The concubine mother smiled and said: How many women are willing to enter this golden cage, but I don't.

Pingwu suddenly thought about it. The granddaughter said that she didn't want to be a thrush, and she was not willing to let her granddaughter be a thrush. She was not locked in a cage and suffered.

My princess mansion is not a cage for children and grandchildren.

That's why I had a conversation with Gao Zhao.

After the princess and mother-in-law left, Gao Zhao opened the doors and windows, let the cool breeze blow in, not to mention how comfortable it was.

It wasn't because her mother-in-law asked her to write a storybook, nor was it because her mother-in-law said she could live the life she wanted, it was just such a nonsensical starlight.

No wonder a woman who is pregnant will be inexplicably emotional.

"I want to sneak a look at him, pretending to admire a potted flower, but I can only sneak a look at him, as if I was looking at a painting, lest he know that I am stupid, I have to avoid him. , although I also want to talk to him, but there is her by his side."

Gao Zhao hummed this song all morning, and when Wu Changliang came back, he continued singing to their father and daughter.

When she sang that, she pointed at Jindou and giggled, and Jindou's smiling face bloomed like a flower.

Wu Changliang pursed his lips and smiled, and finally felt relieved that this was Zhaomei.

　Yesterday it was 200 million words, and after sleeping it became 197 million words.

　　The thrush in this chapter was originally a bird, but it was changed to a thrush after the inspection.

　　I don’t know how to write next, or what to write.

　　I will only write short stories in the future.

　　If this book exists, please accompany me, I will write it slowly and you can read it slowly.

　　I don’t know what to write next in this chapter, so Gao Zhao’s melancholy came into being. Even if the title of the chapter is originally a caged bird or depression, I dare not write it.

　　Writers are so tired.

　　Each article is its own little thrush.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)