Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Spathiphyllum Bracelet

"...Jing Ling, although he still refuses to speak, he should understand in his heart."

Zuo Junmo took a sip of tea, narrowed his eyes, and the pride and satisfaction in his expression when he talked about his son was beyond words.

Yang Ruoqing also watched and listened with a smile, feeling even more sincerely happy for him.

In the past, Big Brother Zuo was alone. Although his career was very successful, his family was not perfect.

Especially when facing the elderly Zuo's mother, he couldn't fill up the guilt of being a son in his heart. It wasn't until Jing Ling's appearance that the Zuo family became angry and Zuo's mother had sustenance.

When chatting with Zuo Junmo in the past, what he talked about most was the situation outside, things in the business field, and what he saw outside, but now, while chatting, the topic suddenly shifted to the child.

Zuo Junmo liked to talk about his son more and more, and shared some interesting stories about Jingling with Yang Ruoqing. Although he didn't realize it, in Yang Ruoqing's eyes, his more and more down-to-earth chatting content just proved that he now loves him He is very satisfied with his life, and the father-son relationship with Jing Ling has grown deeper.

"...Originally last month, Jing Ling and I made arrangements to come to your place to play, but Jing Ling was injured and fell to his arm, which was delayed until now."

Zuo Junmo said that his mouth was dry, and he picked up the tea bowl and took another big sip.

Yang Ruoqing's expression tightened a little, and she quickly asked, "What's the situation? Why did you fall on your arm? Is the situation serious?"

Seeing the concern in her eyes, Zuo Junmo was quite relieved, smiled and said: "It was really serious at the time, and the whole arm was swollen. Fortunately, it gradually improved after treatment, and now it has recovered."

Yang Ruoqing asked again: "How did it fall? Fighting with someone? It's not right, this kid Jingling has a reserved and quiet personality, not a restless one."

Mentioning this, Zuo Junmo smiled helplessly.

"Speaking of this, it's a bit funny. This child, after all, has a child's heart, and loves to play in his bones."

"A few months ago we passed through the area of ​​Yunnan and Guizhou. There was a plant that bleeds in the local mountains. The blood brown red is very similar to chicken blood. The local people call it Spatholobus Spatholobus."

"It was originally considered as a kind of herbal medicine, but this kid didn't know where he heard that wearing ornaments made of spaghetti vine can bring good luck and avoid harm, and strengthen the body. He secretly went to the valley without telling me. While picking, I was attacked by an eagle and fell, and my arm was broken, and I had to wear a plaster bandage for more than half a month."

"So that's what happened!" Yang Ruoqing pulled a strand of her bangs behind her ears, and smiled helplessly, but also a little scared.

"The eagle is an extremely ferocious bird. Even an adult like us may be attacked if he is a little slack, let alone a child? Thinking about it makes him sweat!" she said.

Zuo Junmo was noncommittal. When he arrived at the scene of the incident, he saw Jing Ling's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, with one arm hanging limply by his side, and a huge black eagle with a sharp arrow stuck in its neck was still struggling violently. When it was all eagle feathers, he, who had never changed his face before the collapse of Mount Tai, broke out in a cold sweat!

After the incident, he would dream of this scene for several days in a row. Could it be that as people get older, their hearts become more fragile?

"Did he pick that Millet vine at the end?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help asking about the follow-up.

After suffering so much, even if he didn't get the Millipede vine at that time, Zuo Junmo would definitely overcome all difficulties to help Jing Ling get it later.

"I picked it up, and put it in my bosom like a treasure." Zuo Junmo said.

"It's good if you get it." Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, Jing Ling finally got his wish.

"But I saw that cut of Millet Spathibus at that time, and I never saw it again. I asked him, but he didn't say anything. Qinger, tell me, it's less than half a day's heat, it's really a child Mind!" Zuo Junmo said while shaking his head, with a look of helplessness, but also a look of doting.

Yang Ruoqing also laughed, "After all, he is a child, so the enthusiasm is not high, but at the time he must have liked it wholeheartedly, and he got it despite all difficulties, that's enough."

Like the new and hate the old, many adults are like this, let alone a nine-year-old child?
Lunch was served quickly.

This time, considering that the father and son were rushing all the way without stopping to eat, Yang Ruoqing discussed with Wang Cuilian in advance that they would not prepare those even-numbered dishes for lunch, but only a few dishes for dinner. Come and deal with them, and greet them well at night.

Therefore, Wang Cuilian directly asked Luo Tiejiang to go out from the gate of the backyard, fished a grass carp weighing nearly four catties from the fish pond raised by her family, and cut the tofu skin and vegetables to make a pot of burnt and spicy grilled fish.

Blacksmith Luo picked up another bagful of lively green prawns while he was catching the fish, cut them into two pieces from the middle, removed the dirty thread and neatly stacked them on the pre-soaked vermicelli, then covered the prawns with minced garlic, poured Put a few drops of shochu on the pot to steam, so when the meal is about to start, the aroma wafts from the stove to the main room in the front yard.

"Jing Ling, let's sit together."

Luo Baobao patted the stool beside him to greet Zuo Jingling.

Zuo Jingling obediently sat down beside her.

When Zuo Junmo got up to drink with Blacksmith Luo, Yang Ruoqing and the others called Zuo Jingling to eat.

"Can't you catch the grilled fish?" Yang Ruoqing asked, just as she was thinking whether to use the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece for Jing Ling, a figure stood up and stretched the chopsticks towards the sizzling fish on the charcoal stove in the middle .

"I'll hold Jingling." It was Luo Baobao.

Look at this, it looks like a little grown-up.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes turned to the vermilion bracelet on Luo Baobao's wrist that was as shiny as chicken blood.

As a mother, Luo Baobao knew exactly what accessories Luo Baobao had on her body.

She can guarantee that she has never seen this bracelet before today.

In other words, this bracelet was only given to Luo Baobao after Zuo Junmo and his son came. Could it be... a gift from Jing Ling?

But this color, material, neither gold nor silver nor jade, and this color... Could it be?

"Hey, what is the baby wearing on his wrist? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Wang Cuilian immediately asked Yang Ruoqing's guess. Following her question, the eyes of everyone at the table were all attracted to the vermilion bracelet on Luo Baobao's bright white wrist that was exposed when he was picking up vegetables.

Zuo Junmo's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to go with Yang Ruoqing.

Luo Baobao dragged a large piece of meat from the belly of the fish into Zuo Jingling's bowl, then put down his chopsticks, raised his wrist and gently shook the bracelet, raised the corners of his lips and said happily: "This is Jingling's gift." He made the bracelet for me by himself, and you can't buy it outside!"

(End of this chapter)