Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4230 I will go too

"Well, okay, then I'll go play chess with Uncle Zichuan at night!" Chen'er nodded.

Yang Ruoqing smiled softly, and lightly rubbed the top of his soft hair, "It's fine, as long as my son is happy."

Chen'er raised her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing gratefully: "Mother, you are so kind, reasonable and understanding! I am very happy to be your son and father's!"

"Silly boy!" Yang Ruoqing rubbed Chen'er's hair again, her eyes filled with relief.

To be honest, Yang Ruoqing really felt that if she wanted to kiss a child, she had to do it as soon as possible.

When the baby was a baby, when the baby was babbling, when the child was a toddler...

When your child starts to learn to play with his friends, when your child is still a toddler, if you love your child, you should hug, kiss and spend more time with your child.

Because when the child grows up, at the age of ten or so now, it is a little more convenient if it is between the same sex, but if it is the opposite sex, it is really not suitable for hugging, kissing and so on.

Because he will be shy.

Especially for a child like Chen'er who is young and mature, who is more sensible than other children of the same age, kissing him will embarrass him.

So many times, Yang Ruoqing felt that there was a lot missing between herself and Chen'er.

In her memory, Chen'er was still a three-month-old baby boy who was very obedient, neither crying nor fussing.

Recognizing each other again, he is already a little boy who is more than seven years old, almost eight years old.

Both civil and military, that talent made her feel ashamed.

She owed Chen'er a childhood.

Even if the family is rich, even if one person is under ten thousand, even if the wind and rain can be called, it will never be able to make up for this lack, this guilt, this regret in her heart.

I always feel that I can't get close enough to my son. I really want to hug him and sleep together in my arms, tell him those childish stories, really want to feed him with my own hands, and help him take a bath...

But in a blink of an eye, he was already a big boy who was almost ten years old, his height followed Luo Fengtang's and almost reached her shoulders...

"Mother, why are you and brother whispering together?" A pair of white and tender hands suddenly came from behind and rested on Yang Ruoqing's and Chen'er's shoulders respectively.

You don't need to guess to know that it is Luo Baobao, she is just a ghost.

"I was telling my mother that I paid respects to the elders at night, and I plan to watch the year with Uncle Zichuan." Chen'er turned her head and said to Luo Baobao.

When Luo Baobao heard this, he became excited.

"Playing chess? Good idea, I'll go too!" she said.

Chen'er smiled, revealing a cute little canine tooth.

"You can go, but you have to promise not to make trouble." He said.

"What? Your sister still likes to make trouble?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

Before Chen'er could respond, Luo Baobao puffed up his cheeks: "Brother is talking nonsense, I didn't make trouble, I just stood aside and watched, and then I came up with some ideas of my own."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Watch the chess without talking, if you want to watch it, you have to watch it quietly."

Luo Baobao was a little unconvinced, and argued: "But, mother, didn't you say before that you must have your own ideas in life? You can't see what others are doing and follow the same way, that is not independent."

"Mother, you also said that to be a human being, you must know how to think, and you must always turn your head. The more you turn your head, the more flexible it will become. If you don't turn it, it will rust. At that time, one plus one will equal nothing!"

Yang Ruoqing was startled, and looked at Chen'er in blank dismay.

Both the mother and the child were obviously confused by Luo Baobao's defense.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, and said with a smile: "You girl, you really have a clever mouth that can talk, your brother and I can't talk to you with both tongues."

"Come on, it's good to think that you are qualified, but mother still wants to teach you to watch chess without talking, this is a basic virtue."

"It's because your uncle Zi Chuan and your brother dote on you that they don't care about you. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't want to see you," she said.

Chen'er said: "Mother, don't say that. In fact, my sister is still a good sister who is very well-behaved and understands manners!"

"Mother and brother, one sings red face and the other sings bad face, I can tell!" Luo Baobao clasped his hands on his chest, tilting his head arrogantly.

Chen'er laughed again, "For example, if someone is pointing fingers at you while you are painting, what would you think?"

"Annoyance, it's a fly, I wish I could slap it to death." Luo Baobao said without hesitation.

Chen'er smiled, "But, that person has his own ideas about your painting, and he wants to suggest that you should draw your eyebrows and eyes not like that, but should draw like this. He also has his own ideas, so can he talk?"

Luo Baobao thought for a while and said, "He can talk and make suggestions, but only after I finish my painting."

"Because when I picked up the pen, I basically already had my own ideas in my mind for that painting, and I didn't want to be interrupted by his ideas, and finally draw something completely different."

"If he wants to express his thoughts and put forward his suggestions, that's fine, but he must wait for me to finish it before communicating." Luo Baobao said seriously.

Chen'er smiled, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Mother, my sister is really smart. With such a good sister, I will have more face outside."

This is deliberately coaxing Luo Baobao, because Luo Baobao just likes this.

Yang Ruoqing smiled knowingly, and turned to Luo Baobao who was looking proud: "Look, you can say such a big truth by yourself, and you can judge others by yourself, and now you can understand the meaning of the sentence of watching chess without talking." right?"

Luo Baobao was stunned for a moment, and she, who was smart, suddenly understood.

Xiaoqiao blushed a little, because she realized her previous mistakes.

But she is arrogant, and when she admits her mistakes, that is absolutely impossible.

So, she threw herself into Yang Ruoqing's arms to act like a baby, and Yang Ruoqing hugged Baby Luo's waist, she was ticklish, giggled, and twisted her body.

Chen'er sat on the side, smiling and watching his mother and younger sister play around, satisfaction and happiness flowed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

Not far away, Luo Fengtang, who was chatting with Luo Tiejiang and Yang Huazhong, also took the time to cast his gaze here.

Seeing his wife and children, seeing his wife holding a child in one arm, not knowing what funny jokes she was telling, the mother and three laughed together.

The corners of Luo Fengtang's mouth couldn't help raising a happy arc.

The warm winter sun gradually climbed to the top of the mountain, and the mountain wind became a little gentler.

At the foot of the mountain in the distance, there was the sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking. Some people who were early had already started cooking New Year's Eve dinner, and smoke was rising from the chimney.

Luo Fengtang's chest was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

When people live in this world, they want nothing else but to reunite with each other and make the young and old healthy.

There is rice in the rice tank, there is oil in the oil pot, there are tiles on the head to shelter from the wind and rain, and there are skills in the hands to support a family.

When it gets dark, there is a lamp for you. When it rains, someone brings you an umbrella. When you are sick, someone brings tea and water before the bed. The whole family sits around the table, eating and drinking, talking and laughing. That’s enough!
(End of this chapter)