"She said the bun I wore didn't satisfy her. I tried several styles, but they were all rejected," Tuoba Xian said.
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing cast her eyes on Luo Baobao.
"What kind of bun do you want to wear?" she asked.
Baby Luo tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "I want a good-looking comb, something different from Sister Huahua, Sister Mianmian, Sister Xiuxiu, and Aunt Xiangxiang!"
Yang Ruoqing thought about it and realized that almost all the girls in the family wore very common double buns.
Baby Luo also wears his hair like this, or else he just wears his hair in braids.
"Isn't it bad to be like them? I think that kind is very beautiful and cute, and it is very suitable for you children." Yang Ruoqing said.
Luo Baobao shook his head vigorously.
"I'm the same as them every day, and I look the same myself. There's no novelty at all. I don't want it, I don't want it." She took Yang Ruoqing's hand and started acting coquettishly.
Yang Ruoqing said: "You want a sense of novelty, a sense of uniqueness like standing in a crowd and being discovered at a glance, right?"
Baby Luo nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "That's easy to handle."
Then, she deliberately said to Tuoba Xian: "Mom, please help me find a knife. I will shave off all of Luo Baobao's hair later, so that he will have a bald head like a small gourd."
Tuoba Xian was stunned for a moment and suppressed a smile.
When Luo Baobao heard this, he became anxious.
"What? I don't want it, I don't want it, that's a bald donkey!" she said loudly.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Don't you want to be different?"
Luo Baobao was so anxious that he almost burst into tears. He took Yang Ruoqing's hand, shook it vigorously, and stamped his feet: "Mom, please don't mess with me. You know she doesn't mean that..."
Yang Ruoqing deliberately made a fierce face and said: "Grandma is more knowledgeable than mother. Since you said that grandma can't communicate and understand you, then mother is even worse."
This is to throw out a difficult problem and see how good Luo Baobao's emotional intelligence is.
Luo Baobao tilted her head and turned her big and bright eyes in a circle. She let go of Yang Ruoqing's hand, jumped back to Tuoba Xian, and said with a smile: "Grandma, please bend down, baby. I have a little secret to tell you."
Tuoba Xian did not doubt that he was there and leaned down seriously.
Luo Baobao stood up on tiptoes, held Tuoba Xian's face, and kissed Tuoba Xian loudly on the face.
Then he stepped aside and said with a smile: "It's the baby's fault. The baby shouldn't yell at grandma. Grandma shouldn't care about children."
Although she hadn't combed her hair when she got up in the morning, Baby Luo still looked cute and beautiful even with her hair disheveled.
She has a fair face, black and soft hair, and eyebrow-length bangs. The hair falls just below the neck, setting off a small oval face.
His facial features are like Luo Fengtang, he is very strong and his eyes are like stars.
The lips are like a peach blossom, beautiful.
Tuoba Xian's heart has long been cute, so how can he really be serious with her?
This is the apex of grandma’s heart!
Tuoba Xian smiled happily, gently stroking Baby Luo's hair and said, "Don't worry, grandma won't argue with you. Besides, my baby is so sensible. It's not too late for grandma to like it!"
"Grandma is so nice, yeah!"
Luo Baobao made a victory gesture, then turned around and looked at Yang Ruoqing, expecting Yang Ruoqing to change her mind about shaving her head.
Yang Ruoqing accepted the offer and smiled at Baobao Luo.
"Well, a child who respects his elders is a good child for his mother," she said.
"Come here, mother will comb your hair into a braid that you have never done before."
In front of the dressing table, Baby Luo sat obediently on a small stool. Yang Ruoqing stood behind her, combing her soft hair smooth and smooth with a wooden comb.
Parting her hair in half from the middle, she styled the hairstyle of the daughter of a sports star on the variety show "Where Are We Going, Dad" that she watched in her previous life.
Baby Luo's age, height, and face shape are all somewhat similar to that little girl.
But the little girl lacked Luo Baobao's aura.
Yang Ruoqing patiently reasoned with Luo Baobao while combing her hair, mainly telling her that everyone has a love for beauty. If you want to be beautiful, your mother will not object.
Everyone wants to be beautiful.
But you can't get too caught up in this area and put all your energy into studying how to make yourself more beautiful, otherwise it will delay other aspects.
Luo Baobao listened very carefully. Looking at his little eyes, he seemed to have really listened.
Yang Ruoqing was secretly happy and didn't expect to hear everything this time. Educating children is a subtle process. Take your time and teach it bit by bit.
Tuoba Xian did not leave, but stood aside and watched.
Remember every step in her mind, so that next time, she can give her granddaughter such a braid that looks very impressive at first sight.
Yang Ruoqing also knew that her mother-in-law had been "stealing her skills" from the side, so she deliberately combed her hair slowly, one at a time, so that Tuoba Xian could see clearly.
After it was combed, Yang Ruoqing tied two small silk flowers to Baobao Luo's two braids and pressed them down to prevent the braids from sticking up.
"Okay, look in the mirror and see for yourself." Yang Ruoqing put away the comb and put it aside.
Luo Baobao had been waiting for this sentence for a long time. Hearing this, he quickly stood up and went to the bronze mirror, taking a picture of his left and right.
"How's it going? Do you like it?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Luo Baobao pursed his lips and smiled a little awkwardly.
This is what I like.
"Okay, now hurry up and pack your schoolbag, then go to the school to have breakfast and study hard. When your father comes home next time, your homework will be randomly checked," Yang Ruoqing warned.
"Come on, grandma has prepared the schoolbag for you a long time ago, just put it on your shoulder."
Tuoba Xian, the dignified eldest princess of the Liao Dynasty, a figure who listened to politics behind the curtain, was now completely reduced to her granddaughter's slave and Luo Baobao's little book boy.
This service is thorough and appropriate, sweat!
Watching Luo Baobao leaving the house with a small schoolbag and being escorted by Tuoba Xian, he went to school.
Yang Ruoqing stayed to tidy up the house, and then went to the backyard to cook breakfast. Even if Tang Yazi was not at home, as a daughter-in-law, she had to support the house and keep it prosperous.
…
After Yang Ruohe disappeared, there was no news again.
This matter has been hotly discussed by everyone. Later, as time went by, the topic that was once a hot topic also sometimes cooled down.
Although Liu's illness was cured under Ju'er's care, his whole person seemed to be a little abnormal.
After eating every day, I would run to the entrance of the village and look around at the intersection, or sit on the stone under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.
When someone passed by, she would call out to them and ask them if they had seen Yang Ruohe?
Over and over again, everyone guessed that Ms. Liu was overly obsessed with Yang Ruohe and that something was wrong with her mind.
Everyone disliked her and pitied her.
Originally, Old Yangtou was still thinking about finding an excuse, so he said that He Yatou had been found, but sent her to a distant relative's house to avoid the villagers' speculation about the matter.
Now that she is fine, Mrs. Liu sits under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village every day and asks questions. She can no longer hide anything. She can only bite the bullet and accept the speculation and discussion from all sides.
