"This girl is so biased. My mother didn't come back for several months, so why did she just go to your father?"
Seeing the father and daughter laughing and getting intimate, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel jealous.
When Luo Baobao heard this, he turned to look at Yang Ruoqing and said in a sweet voice: "Mom, my dad hasn't come back for a whole year. It's longer than mom has been away from home. The baby must be tired of his dad first, but in his heart he is also I miss you so much, don’t be jealous, hehe..."
Yang Ruoqing was stunned. She hadn't seen her for several months, and she was talking more and more like a brat.
"I'm too lazy to hug you, I'll carry Zhi'er!"
Yang Ruoqing said, and then took a few steps forward to greet Dazhi.
"Zhi'er, take two pairs of schoolbags. You sister is so lazy. Come on, mother, come and get them!"
Yang Ruoqing smiled and took the two schoolbags. As soon as she got her hands on them, she found that they were really a bit heavy.
"Zhi'er, what's in the baby's schoolbag? Why is it so heavy?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask.
Dazhi smiled shyly and said: "They are all books, and the shoes that grandma asked us to bring to school to change our feet."
"The baby's schoolbag also contains a rabbit skin bag to warm the hands, and snacks during class..."
So many?
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but put her hand into Luo Baobao's schoolbag and took it out. Not only that, but also a whip, a slingshot, a comb...
This is not a schoolbag, this is simply Doraemon's pocket!
"Come on, Zhi'er, let's go home!"
Yang Ruoqing reached out and took Dazhi's hand. Luo Fengtang's side had changed from a hug to a piggyback. Carrying Baby Luo on his back, the family of four walked down the mountain and went home, talking and laughing.
Luo Fengtang walked in front carrying Baby Luo. Along the way, Baby Luo hugged her father's neck and told him dreamy fairy tales.
Many of them sound really illogical and full of loopholes. There are also a few idioms that Luo Baobao’s children haven’t figured out yet, which makes people laugh and cry.
But the father listened extremely seriously, chiming in a few words from time to time, and asking a few questions at key points.
In this way, Luo Baobao was greatly satisfied. The little girl became more and more enthusiastic and addicted as she talked, as if she had found a soulmate.
In the back, Yang Ruoqing looked like a marching warrior, with two shoulder bags crossed on her chest, holding Dazhi in her hand, walking all the way, asking warmly about Dazhi and her baby's study at home during this period. and living situation.
A loving mother and a filial son, Dazhi's eyes and brows are full of joy, and when his little feet and legs move, they are also full of wind, showing joy and excitement.
In front, Luo Fengtang suddenly stopped. He once again stretched out his hand towards Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, hang the schoolbag around my neck."
Yang Ruoqing shook her head decisively, "I can do it. Just concentrate on carrying your daughter. She is wearing thick cotton clothes and trousers, so she doesn't weigh a little. Just save your strength to carry her."
Luo Fengtang smiled and turned to look at his daughter behind him. She was doting on him.
After not seeing each other for a year, my daughter has grown taller and her body is indeed heavier than before.
Carrying it on your back while walking on mountain roads does become a little bit strenuous after a long time.
However, he is happy.
When Baby Luo heard what Yang Ruoqing said, he stuck out his little head in dissatisfaction and hummed: "I'm not heavy or not, I'm just a little baby, Niang is just talking nonsense."
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and deliberately teased her: "Lying on your father's back, one of your legs is dangling so long. You are a big girl and you still need your father to carry you. Can't you just follow the example of your Dazhi brother and go on your own?" "
Luo Baobao glanced at Dazhi, then shook his head like a rattle, and twisted his body on Luo Fengtang's back.
"No, no, I want my father to carry me. My father is a general and has a lot of strength. Dad, don't you think so?" she asked.
As a slave girl, Luo Fengtang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, dad is strong enough to carry it."
"Dad, tell my mother, did I force you to carry me, or did you do it voluntarily?" Luo Baobao asked again.
Luo Fengtang quickly said: "I did it voluntarily, and dad is happy to carry it!"
Luo Fengtang raised his delicate eyebrows proudly and smiled triumphantly at Yang Ruoqing: "Mom, did you hear that? My dad said he wasn't tired and said he was happy to carry me, hehe..."
Yang Ruoqing's head is covered with black lines. This girl is really cunning.
However, looking at Luo Fengtang's arrogant look, Yang Ruoqing also laughed sincerely.
"Chengchengcheng, I can't defeat you. You win. Let's go home quickly. It's almost dark." She urged.
The family entered the village. As they walked through the village, the villagers they met greeted Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang enthusiastically.
The couple agreed, occasionally stopping to chat with each other.
The villagers teased Luo Baobao: "Your parents are back for the New Year. Are you happy now?"
Luo Baobao hugged Luo Fengtang's neck and smiled.
If he encounters some villagers who haven't seen this side yet, Baby Luo will shout over there: "Mom, look this way, my parents are back!"
Seeing these childish little actions of Luo Baobao, Yang Ruoqing was filled with emotion.
Children should all be like this, right?
When my parents are here, I feel that my home is particularly full of life and expectations. When I play in the village or go to relatives' houses, I feel confident.
If my parents are not around, I always feel like something is missing.
This is probably the dependence that blood is thicker than water.
When we got home, the main room was brightly lit.
Yang Huazhong, Blacksmith Luo, Xiao An, and Ah Hao were sitting at the table drinking tea and chatting. When they saw the couple and their children coming in, they all teased Luo Baobao and Da Zhi.
"Tiantian said it was not fun to be alone with old guys like us. Now that my parents are back, is it fun?" Yang Huazhong asked.
Dazhi smiled sheepishly, while Luo Baobao looked around in the crowd, then ran straight to Xiao An to be intimate with his uncle.
Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang: "You can talk to my uncle and my father in the main room. I will go to the backyard kitchen to help my mother and aunt cook dinner."
Luo Fengtang nodded, then sat down and helped his father-in-law and the others refill their cups of tea.
Yang Ruoqing gave Luo Baobao a few more words, telling her not to be too naughty, then grabbed an apron and went to the backyard kitchen.
In the backyard kitchen, Wang Cuilian was in charge, Yang Ruolan was filling the firewood, Tuoba Xian was helping to pick vegetables and peel garlic, and Yang Ruolan and Ah Hao's daughter Xiaoya were playing nearby.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Xiaoya shyly called out "Aunt Qing."
Yang Ruoqing gently rubbed Xiaoya's little face and said, "My brothers and sisters are back from school. Go play with them in the front yard!"
When Xiaoya heard this, her eyes lit up, she dropped the twig in her hand and ran outside.
