In the next room, I told two children two stories from "One Thousand and One Nights". The two children were fascinated by it. They lay in the warm quilt and squinted their eyes. It was obvious that their minds had drifted into the fairy tale. In the world of stories.
Then gradually, they gradually entered their dreams in their wonderful fantasies.
Outside the house, the north wind blows one after another, but in the children's dreams, there is a beautiful fairy tale world.
Yang Ruoqing sat by the two children's beds for a while to make sure they were asleep, and then tucked them in with the quilt.
When tucking in the quilt, I discovered that the two little guys had grown up a lot without even realizing it, which can be seen from their legs and feet.
It seems that when aunt goes to play new cotton batting in a while, she will have to play two more beds.
Especially Baby Luo. Although he is a few months younger than Dazhi, Baby Luo has grown faster than Dazhi.
Dazhi is six years old, which is the normal size for a child close to seven years old in this era, about one meter and one meter.
As for Baby Luo, even though she eats the same food as Dazhi, she can run faster than Dazhi.
This should be the difference in genetics.
Dazhi's biological mother is on the smaller side, about 1.55 meters tall, while his biological father is less than 1.7 meters tall.
As for himself and Luo Fengtang, she is 1.65 meters tall and Luo Fengtang is 1.8 meters tall. In modern times, they are also a good-looking couple, and Luo Fengtang is still a long-legged Oppa.
Therefore, the daughter he gave birth to, Baby Luo, was less than seven years old and was already 1.25 meters tall. Among the children of the same age in this era, she stood out.
When this girl grows up, she may reach 1.7 meters in height. Oh my god, she has been practicing boxing and kicking since she was a child, and she has a strong personality.
I don’t know what kind of son-in-law he will be able to keep her in the future.
Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.
At the same time of joy, the sadness deep in my heart welled up again.
The baby is growing well, but I wonder what Chen'er looks like now? How high? How strong?
I don’t know where the child has gone?
Did he meet a pair of adoptive parents who treated him well?
Have you studied?
Are you following the adults and doing business from dawn to dusk? Or farming?
Wouldn't he be sold into slavery and work as a boy in the stable of a wealthy family?
I can't think about it. The more I think about it, the worse it gets. I just think about the worst.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that my eyes are dark, that there is no hope in life, and that being a human being is meaningless...
Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the sadness and anxiety in her chest, and returned to her house without a trace.
Lying in bed that night, she tossed and turned and had many, many dreams.
The fragments in the dream are all about Chen'er, who is a few months old. She looks obedient and has eyes like stars.
He just looked at her quietly, with cheerful saliva bubbles popping out of his little mouth.
He stretched out his hands and wanted her to hug him, but in the dream, she was always overwhelmed by a bunch of chores. She also wanted to stop and hug her son, and play with him for a day, and keep playing. When he was tired, sleepy and fell asleep, he was satisfied...
However, she seemed to be always busy, busy here and there, and there was always something she couldn't finish.
The child has been waiting for her...
As a young boy, he didn't know what complaining was, he just waited very obediently and stubbornly.
When she finally found some time to hold him, the child was already tired and waiting to fall asleep.
She held him in her arms, gently kissed his sleeping face, and said to his gently trembling eyelashes, "I'm sorry..."
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When she woke up in the morning, Yang Ruoqing felt so tired and sad that her pillow was all wet.
I lay in bed for a long time, recalling the feelings in my dream, and guilt came to my mind again.
Not only did she owe Chen'er, she also owed a lot to the baby...
In order to live, or even survive, she had no choice.
Just like Tang Yazi now, he hasn't seen his daughter for a year, and it definitely doesn't feel right in his heart.
But there is no way. How can a person get everything he wants while living in this world?
In the next room, Tuoba Xian was tying up Baby Luo's hair after washing.
The granddaughter stood there, and the grandma stood behind Mr. Sun. The granddaughter held a red-headed rope and played with it between her fingers.
Tuoba Xian stood behind and gently combed her hair with the wooden comb in her hand. Neither her grandfather nor her grandson spoke much, they were all quiet.
This is a habit formed every morning in order not to wake up Yang Ruoqing who is sleeping in the next room.
"Mom, you go and have a rest. From now on, I will comb the baby's hair and send her to school."
Yang Ruoqing walked over with a smile and said.
Luo Baobao turned around and saw Yang Ruoqing coming in, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Tuoba Xian said: "It's still early. You should go and sleep for a while. I'm too old to sleep."
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Mom, go and have a rest. My wife can do these things."
She came over, took the wooden comb, smiled tenderly at Baby Luo and said, "Mom has thought of a new hairstyle, comb it for my baby, okay?"
"Okay, okay!"
It is a little girl's nature to love beauty, so Baby Luo immediately agreed excitedly.
Tuoba Xian was packing Luo Baobao's and Da Zhi's schoolbags while taking a moment to look at the couple standing by the window combing their hair. Tuoba Xian's eyes were filled with relief.
No matter how well grandma treats her children, she can never be as good as mother.
Children should be taken care of by their own mothers. Look, my sweet granddaughter smiles so sweetly and happily!
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I gave Baby Luo a very impressive hairstyle, then held one in each hand and sent him to the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.
At this time, Tiejiang Luo and Wang Hongquan were already waiting there. They were the two people in the village who specially sent children to school, rain or shine.
"Uncle, I will send the children to school with you today." Yang Ruoqing said.
Blacksmith Luo smiled and said, "Okay!"
After a while, the children going to school in the village began to come over one after another. At a glance, there were more than twenty.
"Is everyone here? Let's go when everyone is here." Yang Ruoqing said.
At this time, the sun had just risen from the eastern horizon. Converted to modern time, it should be about 7:30 in the morning in this winter.
"It seems that one is still missing." Wang Hong said after counting them all.
Blacksmith Luo looked at them one by one and said quickly: "It's because Bingbing didn't come."
Bingbing?
Yang Ruoqing was leaning over to arrange the straps of Da Zhi's small schoolbag, and couldn't help but raise her head when she heard these words.
As expected, there was no Bingbing among the children.
"Bingbing has been here at this time in the past, why didn't he come here today? Let me take a look!"
Blacksmith Luo said, turned around and strode towards Zhou Sheng's house.
Soon, Blacksmith Luo came back in a panic, "Qing'er, Bingbing's child is sick. When I went there, the child was still lying on the table, without taking off his clothes."
"My forehead is hot and I have a high fever. Zhou Sheng is not at home. What should I do now?"
