In the front yard, Blacksmith Luo and Tuoba Xian were left chatting and drinking tea with Zuo Junmo, while Wang Cuilian and Mrs. Sun came to the backyard to cook.
Wang Cuilian said to Sun, "We didn't see Jingling's child before, and thought he was Jun Mo's adopted son. Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, there's no need to ask anything. He must be his biological son."
Mrs. Sun smiled and nodded, saying: "This child looks exactly the same as Jun Mo, just like Chen'er and Tang Yazi. They can't go wrong wherever they go. They are father and son. But this child's temperament is a bit shy. When he comes in, You haven’t heard him say anything so far?”
Wang Cuilian said: "This child's situation is different. He has been living with his mother since he was a child. He is said to be making a living on the water, unlike our children who run on the shore. In addition, it is the first time for him to come to our place with Jun Mo. On the other side, some of them refuse to speak, which is also strange."
Sun nodded and agreed with Wang Cuilian's words.
"I can tell that although Zuo Junmo has a calm face, he is very fond of this child. It can be seen from the way he looks at the child." Sun said again.
Wang Cuilian smiled, "You're right, how can any father in the world not care about his son? But then again, I don't know what kind of woman this child's mother is? So many years ago I haven’t even heard Jun Mo say a word about it, but suddenly I got such a big son back, be a good boy!”
Sun's face was also full of curiosity, "Yes, I seem to know what kind of woman she is, who can make a man as elegant as Zuo Zhuang fall in love, and even have a child with her. Looking at Jingling's facial features, that woman It must not be ugly."
Wang Cuilian sighed and said, "Hey, I heard that the woman had died of illness. It was precisely because of her death that Jun Mo took Jingling back to raise her."
Sun was surprised, "According to this, if the woman had been alive, Jingling wouldn't have been able to come back? What kind of strange relationship does Jun Mo have with that woman? This son is so old, but he still doesn't marry her. …”
Wang Cuilian said: "Perhaps there is a last resort. I don't think Jun Mo is the kind of irresponsible person..."
Two women were cooking in the kitchen, and the fire in the stove burned brightly with the Bagua fire and never went out!
In the "Princess Room" of Baby Luo in the backyard, she took out all the toys that she had collected since childhood and let Jingling play with them.
But Jingling, standing among a bunch of colorful dolls, felt a little uninterested.
"What's wrong, brother? Don't you like these?" Luo Baobao also noticed something strange about Jingling and came over and asked.
Jingling raised his head and looked at the beautiful young lady in front of him who was a head taller than him. The boy's dark eyes blinked.
"Brother, you can tell me what you like to play and I will take you to play." Baby Luo said patiently.
When playing with her friends in the village, she takes the lead and others humor her.
She gave in to Feng'er, but that was because Feng'er was her uncle's child and was many years younger than her.
The Zuo Jingling in front of her was the first person she wanted to take the initiative to accommodate.
No reason, just because when she first saw this younger brother from the Zuo family, she felt very friendly. He was very similar to the little boy squatting on the bow of the boat playing in the water she had seen in her dream. They both had a pair of beautiful ink and landscape paintings. s eyes……
The bow? Playing in the water?
Luo Baobao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly had an idea.
"Jingling, I've thought of a good idea. I'm sure you like it. Come on, follow me!"
Without any explanation, she took his hand and ran out of the house. Fat Teddy followed behind with his tail swung. The two of them and the dog ran all the way out of the backyard and out of the Luo family's big yard...
In the hall in the front yard, Zuo Junmo was chatting with Blacksmith Luo in all directions. He was like this, he could find common topics of conversation with people of all ages.
Talk about military affairs with Luo Fengtang, state affairs with Mu Zichuan, business affairs with Yang Ruoqing, all kinds of novel experiences with Luo Baobao, and with Blacksmith Luo, you can talk about all kinds of new and interesting things, including fish farming. Shrimp farming is the focus.
Because Blacksmith Luo has been raising fish these years.
While we were chatting happily, Wang Cuilian came over from the backyard: "The meal is almost ready. Where are the children? Aren't they here?"
Blacksmith Luo was startled for a moment, "Didn't they go to the backyard to play before? Why, they weren't in the house?"
Sun shook her head: "No, I thought they came to the front yard."
Tuoba Xian said: "I guess I felt that the house was boring, so the two of them slipped out to play."
Blacksmith Luo said with a smile: "Children cannot be locked up at home, but Jingling is willing to go out with the baby. This shows that the two of them can play together, and we can rest assured."
Zuo Junmo nodded with a smile.
To be honest, it had been more than two months since the child was brought home and he had never spoken a word. He had wondered many times whether he was mute.
But his ears could hear, which meant that he was not mute, but just silent.
Give him something to eat, give him something to drink, let him get to know his relatives and friends at home, and he won't cooperate.
He knew better than to rush, but sometimes when he saw him doing some destructive things, he would get a little irritable. It was his mother who was patient and protected Jingling.
This time, I came to pick up Baby Luo and watch the Lantern Festival lanterns. I also brought Jingling with me. This was also my mother's intention. She said that children are born to play with them. Now it seems that mother's words are right.
"Brother Luo, you have to go and call the children back. It's time to eat." Mrs. Sun said again.
Blacksmith Luo stood up quickly, "I'll go right away..."
Before he finished speaking, Fat Teddy suddenly ran into the yard with his tail swung like a gust of wind, barking at Blacksmith Luo's mouth.
"What's wrong with it?" asked Sun.
Tuoba Xian said: "Could it be that Luo Baobao sent it back? Could it be that they are in trouble?"
As if Teddy could understand Tuoba Xian's words, he turned around and ran away like a gust of wind.
"Follow and see what's going on!" Blacksmith Luo said, and followed him.
Zuo Junmo also put down the tea bowl in his hand and followed closely.
Teddy Dog took Blacksmith Luo and Zuo Junmo all the way to the fish pond behind the village.
From a distance, I saw several villagers coming towards the fish pond, including Zhou Sheng.
Beside the fish pond, Bingbing was sitting on the ground, dripping water from his hair to the soles of his feet, shaking like chaff and still crying.
Beside him, Jing Ling was also soaked to the skin, but he stood there with his back straight and his handsome little face tensed up.
Luo Baobao stood behind Jingling. Seeing so many parents running towards this side, the little girl's eyes flashed with panic, but then she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
"What's going on? Bingbing, why are you like this?"
Zhou Sheng was the first to rush forward, pulled Bingbing up from the ground and asked loudly.
Bingbing, who was twelve years old, was already around Zhou Sheng's shoulders. He was a strong and mature boy.
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