Raiders of the Duke and Duchess

The setting sun slowly sets, twilight rises in layers, and the halo of sunset gradually fades.

In the back garden of Ji's house, the sound of crying was loud.

The half-year-old child was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe. Shen Luoxin couldn't stop coaxing her. Her tears were mixed with snot, and she looked heartbroken as if she had been abandoned by the world. She could be as pitiful as she wanted. Pitiful. But even though he was crying like this, the hand holding the little yellow duck was still holding it firmly, with a bit of innocence and cuteness in it. He really liked that little duck.

"Okay, okay, Jifeng doesn't cry anymore... What's so ugly about our little duck? It's furry and fluffy, so cute, isn't it?" Shen Luoxin squatted beside him, patting him softly and saying softly. He coaxed softly, not forgetting to turn around and scold Shangguan Chu, "Shut up if you don't know how to speak!"

Shangguan Chu was so wise that he didn't dare to say a word - Good guy, if this cry reached my grandmother, she would have her legs broken with a cane and thrown out of the house today! If she could still care about the blood relationship between her ancestors and grandchildren, she would probably have broken her leg and asked Mr. Chen to pick it up before throwing it out of the house...

"Sister Shen, don't you think my little duck is ugly too?" Jifeng was still sobbing. He raised the little duck in his hand to Shen Luoxin's eyes. His eyes that had been crying were as dark as freshly washed black gemstones. , it’s just that the face is full of tears and runny marks, which is really embarrassing. He himself was unaware of it, looking at Shen Luoxin with his big eyes open and full of hope.

Shen Luoxin took the little yellow duck from his hand. The little duck fluttered in the palm of his hand. It was so small, fluffy, and filled with the warmth of life.

In my previous life, I expressed my desire to raise a chick, just like this little duck, but my mother refused because of delaying my studies. As an adult, after graduation, or even after working, I have seen vendors selling ducks and chickens on the roadside. Every time I pass by, I always stop for a moment, but I can no longer find the expectation of raising a chicken.

It stinks, it's been eaten since it was raised, and it may be reported by neighbors, leading to bad relations... and so on.

The world in the eyes of adults is no longer simply divided into "cute" and "uncute". Just like the mother's rejection back then, perhaps it was also the result of weighing the pros and cons. She felt that raising a chick was for her. Life brings too many troubles, and perhaps delaying studies is just an easier reason to talk about.

Shen Luoxin took Jifeng's hand and handed the soft ball back to him, then smiled and comforted, "Well, the little duck is very cute. As cute as our Jifeng, how could it be ugly?" The ugliest one is your brother Chu, he is ugly and cannot see others being cute!"

Shangguan Chu's brows twitched, ugly? Who is ugly? If Shangguan Chu could be described as ugly, how ugly would you, Shen Luoxin, be to the outrage of both humans and gods? ! However, seeing the look in his eyes, he swallowed all his dissatisfaction - well, he was the one who made the child cry, and now Shen Luoxin is helping him coax him, for the sake of his own legs... Ugly, just be ugly. Anyway, even if you admit to being ugly, you haven’t really become ugly, right?

Unexpectedly, the child looked up sobbing, with tears still hanging on his eyelashes. He just blinked and blinked for a while, and reluctantly admitted, "Brother Chu... is not ugly."

It was a really reluctant expression. After saying that, he pursed his lips, lowered his head and touched the duck in his hand, and babbled, "Xiao Huang is not ugly either. Xiao Huang is the cutest duck in the world, the most beautiful duck in the world." The cutest and most beautiful one among many ducks. You were not born just to become Lao Yatang. You are just a duck, a duck with feathers and able to swim. If you are born again in the future, If you hear Brother Chu calling you ugly and saying that you grew up just to be food on the table, then you bite him!"     The emotion that aroused in Kankan dissipated instantly. Shangguan Chu looked at Ji Feng and told him to take it out for himself. What he bought with money is not as big as a palm to bite him? And...Xiao Huang? Have you even given a name? This damn kid must not know that this duck will not be this yellow-haired when he grows up...

Of course Jifeng didn't know.

He squatted on the ground holding his little duck and told it over and over again that it was the most beautiful little duck because he had selected it from many ducks. It's serious, but it seems like this duck can really understand. Shen Luoxin looked interesting and saw that Jifeng's mood had stabilized. She was about to take him down to wash his face, but he heard him change the subject and say in a sincere tone, "Jifeng is a child without a mother, and you are also without a mother. Little duck...we are the same."

Shen Luoxin bent down to hold someone's hand, but then took back the hand he had extended.

Jingfeng held the little yellow-haired duck in front of his nose and coaxed her softly, "The girl said that all of us children were born after ten months in the mother's belly. Some mothers even said In order to give birth to her own child, she would even risk her life. This may be the case for Jifeng’s mother, and it must be the same for Xiao Huang’s mother.”

With childlike words, Shangguan Chu silently held his forehead, and was about to tell Ji Feng that Xiao Huang's mother did not need to be pregnant for ten months... As soon as she opened her mouth, Shen Luoxin kicked her. When words come to your lips, swallow them all.

Ji Wuyan stood not far outside, watching his brother suddenly become deflated, and raised his eyebrows with interest. In recent years... it was rare to see his brother become deflated in front of a girl.

And Jifeng...their children can finally cry and howl to express their anger and dissatisfaction.

Ji Wuyan lowered his eyebrows and smiled. After all, he did not bother the three people in the garden. He walked back with his hands behind his back in a good mood.

Jifeng sniffed, unaware of the "daggers and swords" interactions between the adults above him. He was still persuading his little duck, "Every duck is different. There is no rule that a duck should be a duck." Ducks must be like this. They are all duck soup on the table. Is becoming duck soup the only correct answer? Do we also have to make duck soup? Isn’t it good to swim in the pond and talk to Jifeng? ?”

Shen Luoxin was shocked and looked down at Ji Feng... The words were childish and a little strange, as if they heard them from somewhere and applied them here mechanically. By connecting the preface and the following words, she might have learned them from Ji Wuyan. of. Ha...it's really a truth that even children understand.

She patted Jifeng's head, pulled the nagging little brat up, and said with a smile, "Let's go, your tears and nose are all dried together. Your little Huang doesn't want to talk to such a Jifeng! Besides, This little duck is so old that it can’t swim.”