After An Ran put his son to sleep at night, he went to pack the things that Ding Changhe and Xiao Shitou wanted to bring.
Ding Changhe was lying on the kang and watching his little son. The one-month-old little boy was soundly asleep. Ding Changhe didn't know what he was thinking, he just watched his son sleep in trance.
"Uncle, please rest early." After finishing cleaning up, An Ran also got on the kang.
Ding Changhe turned around and pulled An Ran into his arms. "Heng'er and Xiao Shitou look really alike. Xiao Shitou should have been like this at that time."
"The two brothers both look like the uncle, but at that time Xiao Shitou was more difficult to handle than Heng'er, and his temper was much more irritable."
"I don't know how long it will take this time. If the time is convenient, I will come back to see you and the child."
"I'm fine at home. Don't worry too much, uncle. Take care of your affairs first. Yours is the most important thing. You can rest assured at home."
"I'm always at ease with you. You must take good care of your child."
For some reason, Ding Changhe liked Ding Ziheng the most, but he probably felt more guilty towards Xiao Shitou. ?.?????.???
An Ran was very gentle to Ding Changhe tonight. She knew from her mother and brother that Ding Changhe had helped her mother's family a lot in these years, but he had never told her about it.
Nestling in Ding Changhe's arms, An Ran whispered: "My uncle never told me before. If I had known earlier, I would have been less worried about my parents' family."
"What's there to say? This should have been done. I made you all suffer in the past few years. As long as you don't keep mentioning the past to me."
An Ran laughed softly, "The uncle is so petty, how can I always mention it."
Ding Changhe also snorted, "You haven't mentioned enough. If you have nothing to do, you can use this to block me. From now on, you should be as gentle as tonight."
An Ran also knows that Ding Changhe likes the kind of suppleness, but his long-term living habits make it impossible for him to do so.
When Ding Changhe saw that An Ran didn't speak any more, he looked at her face and said, "What's wrong?"
"I know that I often make the uncle angry. The uncle may get tired of me one day, but if that day comes, please don't treat these two children poorly."
Ding Changhe raised his upper body and said unhappily: "What are you talking about? You are my wife. If you die, you will be buried in a pit. Don't always think about these things."
An Ran put his hands on Ding Changhe's shoulders, "Stop talking, go to sleep."
Perhaps because she had just given birth, An Ran had a bit more of a woman's softness, and her complexion had become fairer over the winter, which made Ding Changhe feel that An Ran was no worse than other women.
Slowly lowered his head and kissed An Ran, "Is it okay for you to be pregnant now?"
An Ran said sheepishly: "It's not good yet, let's give it a while."
Ding Changhe buried his head in An Ran's neck, "What should I do? I'm leaving tomorrow."
Ding Changhe's hot breath fell on An Ran's shoulders and face. She knew that Ding Changhe was considerate of her during this period and had been enduring it.
Maybe because he was really happy today, An Ran didn't push Ding Changhe away, rubbed his face, and slid his hand down his abdomen.
Ding Changhe also took a breath and allowed An Ran to help him relieve himself. After fussing for a long time, Ding Changhe gasped and let An Ran go.
An Ran hugged Ding Changhe afterwards and said, "I'm really wronged, please bear with me for a while longer."
Ding Changhe said angrily: "I haven't endured it long enough, and I don't know how long I will be gone for. I will settle the accounts with you when I come back."
An Ran smiled softly, hugged Ding Changhe's neck, buried her head in his neck, and then fell asleep quietly.
After breakfast the next day, Ding Changhe was wearing dark and sharp clothes. An Ran felt that his temperament had completely changed.
Dashan took the things An Ran packed up, put them on the horse first, and waited outside.
Ding Changhe first said goodbye to An's mother, told An Ran a few words, and then walked out. An Ran and Xiao Shitou Anqiao arrived at the gate. When they saw them riding away, they turned around and returned to the house.
As soon as Xiao Shitou returned to the house, he said: "Dad should have left with my uncles yesterday. He was waiting for grandma to come, so he left a day late."
An's mother was very satisfied with Ding Changhe now. She was in a high position and still gave him face like this, so it was okay for her daughter to look at him. But he still asked: "Why do you live in the countryside? Aren't the Ding family in Fucheng?"
An Ran didn't say anything. Xiao Shitou took over and said: "Grandma, you don't know that Fucheng's house is big and there are many people. There are a lot of women inside, fighting back and forth every day. My mother finds it annoying, so she never likes to go back. I I don’t like going back either.”
Xiao Shitou is now sensible and knows that if his mother is willing to return to the big house in Fucheng, his father will definitely be happier. But his mother didn't want to go back, and his father didn't force him, which made Xiao Shitou's attitude towards his father a little bit better.
An's mother sighed, "Yes, the Ding family has grown up since Mr. Ding. A big family must be different from a small family like us. You are very popular in the Ding family."
An Ran shook her head, "Mom, where can I live without being angry, but they can't be angry with me now, so I just ignore them. I will take care of the two children now, take care of myself, and do whatever you want with the rest."
Mother An could also understand that a decent lady from the countryside could not convince others. An Ran and her mother took this into consideration at the time, but after all, they had already agreed to get married, and the Ding family was still willing to recognize the marriage, so there was no reason to regret it.
