Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 52 Don't Cold Your Mother
When the fireworks cleared, the hour had come, and the crowd gradually receded.

Vendors around seized the last chance and yelled harder and harder.

Song Qi hugged Song Wen all the time. Mother Song felt sorry for her little daughter and took over the little one.

Xiao Song Wen was sensible, and said in a childlike voice, "Grandma, I can come down."

Mother Song's heart was soft, and she touched her little head: "There are too many people, and it's easy to get separated...Grandma likes to hug us Wenwen, so let's go like this."

Xiao BuDian was full of joy, and said on Song's mother's face: "I like grandma too."

Song's mother couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, and Pei's mother also praised him as a good boy and so on.

Xiao Songwen raised her chin slightly, feeling very proud.

She is just a good kid.

Suddenly, her eyes straightened, and a look of longing appeared on her face.

Song's mother felt strange: "What is Wenwen looking at?"

"Grandma, grandma, why are other people's parents together, but my father and mother are different from others?"

When I was young, only my mother took her and my brother with me.

Later, when Dad came back, Mother died.

Now I have a new mother, a good mother.

But mother is still not with father.

Mother Song and Mother Pei looked at each other and followed the little one's gaze.

Three feet away, under the willow tree, stood a family of three.

The young man holds a three or four-year-old baby girl in one hand, and the young woman in the other,

The man and the woman looked at each other affectionately, and the little girl giggled and clapped her hands.

Warm and happy.

The relationship between Song Yu and Pei Xiaoxiao was tense and strange, and all adults could see it.

They really didn't expect that a four-year-old baby boy would be so sensitive.

The two old mothers didn't know what to say, and the air was quiet for a moment.

Pei's mother rolled her eyes, and suddenly approached Song Wen's ear, and asked in a low voice, "You also want Dad and Mom to be well, right?"

Song Wen nodded.

Mother Pei laughed and said, "Then, would we, Wenwen, sleep in a bed by ourselves?"

She immediately hugged Mother Song's neck: "No, I want to sleep with grandma."

Song's mother understood, and quickly coaxed: "If you want father and mother to be together, you need Wenwen's help. We can move mother's bed to grandma's room."

Xiao Budian's mouth curled up, with a face of resistance, he hugged Song's mother even tighter.

Mother Pei coaxed: "You said you want to sleep by yourself, but you just moved mother's bed to grandma's room, but you still sleep with grandma at night, it's fine if you don't tell mother."

"Yes, don't you want father and mother to be well?"

Song Wen's eyes widened: "Is this really possible?"

The two old mothers nodded heavily.

"can!"

The little boy was happy and clapped his hands: "Daddy and mother are going to be together!"

The two old mothers smiled knowingly.

They muttered here, and no one noticed.

Du Rouhui, who was half a foot away, heard it clearly.

She gritted her teeth, her fingers almost pinching into the palm of her hand.

Tonight, she wants to take the opportunity to watch the new year with Brother Song Yu.

Unexpectedly, Song Yu and Pei Xiaoxiao disappeared not long after walking around the city!
If you think about it with your toes, you know that the two of them must be together.

This contradictory bitch!

Also, Mother Song and Mother Pei, the two old hags, actually wanted to give them a chance to sleep together on the same bed.

Don't they know that it is shameful to force others to make things difficult!
Pei Xiaoxiao doesn't want to spend time with Song Yu at all, don't you know?
Why bother? !
She cried out in her heart.

I can only shout in my heart.

She has no position.

Damn!

The group of people talked and walked slowly back to the place where the mule and ox carts were parked.

Song Yu and his wife haven't come yet.

The children are tired and drowsy, and the adults hold the children in their arms or get on the mule cart or bullock cart to rest.

After half an hour...

"Brother, this way!"

The car was parked on the side of the road to give way to others, and the location was a bit dark, Song Qi was the first to see the two people coming back with her sharp eyes, and reminded her.

Everyone followed her gaze.

Under the dim light.

The young man was tall and straight, and walked towards the parking place at a leisurely pace, with steady steps.

He held a person in his arms, tightly wrapped by a black cloak.

The wind was whistling, and the people in the clothes probably wouldn't even be blown by their hair.

The young man glanced at the person in his arms from time to time, with a gentle expression and a smile on his lips.

You can see his joy.

The most important thing is...

Song Yu changed into brand new clothes...

The eyes of those who noticed became ambiguous, and the corners of the mouths of the two old mothers showed aunt smiles.

Xiao Han clicked her tongue twice: "Young people these days play wild..."

Song Rui warned in a low voice: "What are you talking about? The children are all here!"

"The kids are asleep and they can't hear."

Little Song Wen was sleepy and woke up by her little aunt's loud voice. She opened her eyes and saw Song Yu not far away. She looked around: "Daddy, where is my mother?"

"Silly boy, your mother is in your father's arms."

Song Wen's eyes widened.

Daddy hugs mother?

Is it the same as hugging her as usual?

But my mother is no longer a child.

do not care.

Daddy loves her very much, so he always hugs her to sleep like this.

Now that father is sleeping with mother in his arms, he must love mother very much.

This also shows that the relationship between father and mother has improved.

Song Wen felt dreamy and surprised, eager to confirm: "Is that really a mother? I want to see!"

Mother Song looked helpless, and took two steps forward.

Song Wen pulled back the hood of the cloak.

Pei Xiaoxiao's face was buried in Song Yu's arms, only a profile could be seen.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, her sleeping face was delicate, and her little face was flushed. I don't know if it was because of the heat or what.

and……

Pei Xiaoxiao also changed into a suit of clothes...

The old mothers smiled knowingly.

Song Wen was also very happy. With a small arch, she leaned close to Song Yu's cheek and said, "It's good to be with Mom and Dad!"

The corners of Song Yu's lips curled up, and he said softly, "It's windy, put on your clothes quickly, don't make your mother cold."

Du Rouhui's eyes turned red.

She took a deep breath, and walked forward with a concerned face: "Brother Song Yu, it's so cold, and the cloak was worn by sister Xiaoxiao, are your feet okay?"

His face is so red, it must be hot!

Don't you know that Brother Song Yu's legs and feet can't stand cold?
Also, I don't know if Brother Song Yu is carrying such a heavy thing, will it increase the burden on the legs and feet?
What an ignorant bitch!
The tea talk made the old Song's family members look subtle.

Mother Pei took off her cloak with a look of embarrassment: "Let Xiaoxiao wear mine, brother Yu, you should still wear clothes."

Song Yu gave Du Rouhui a cold look, and casually explained to Mother Song and the others:

"Xiaoxiao couldn't bear it, she went to bed early, she is delicate, I can't see her getting cold."

The implication was that Pei Xiaoxiao had no idea that he was taking off his clothes for her to wear.

After saying that, he turned to the direction of the mule cart: "Second brother, lift the curtain for me."

The surroundings instantly quieted down, except for the whistling of the strong wind.

The door curtain fell heavily, and a tall figure was hidden in the car.

Du Rouhui felt stinging and embarrassed in her heart, but she tried to force her composure on her face:
"Brother Song Yu usually sits in a wheelchair covered with a blanket. I thought he couldn't stand the cold at all. I was so surprised just now."

Pointing out her doubts and concerns was an unintentional act in a hurry.

Not deliberately provocative.

Mother Song and the others nodded in understanding and got in the car.

Song Qi was the last to get on the mule cart, and before entering the door, she turned her head and glanced at the bullock cart, thoughtfully.

Du Rouhui's complexion is not very good.

　I wish you all a happy weekend~ Tickets are here~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)