Except for the main body of this building, the internal layout of this building is no longer what it was before.

Mao Xinyou pushed away a bedroom at the end of the corridor. In terms of decoration style and supplies, it should have been where Mao Xiaobao lived!

The items in the room were covered in thick gray, as if they were forgotten.

The half bottle of foreign wine on the desk aroused the long-silent wine bug. She couldn't help but pursed her lips, and she was indeed greedy!

She temporarily moved her eyes and opened the drawer casually. A rust-dyeed iron box was incompatible with the things around her.

The rusted cover was difficult to open, and it took her a lot of effort to break it open.

The old but intact seven-color thread braid inside touched her heart. "You have always kept it!"

When her thoughts returned to the eve of her about to leave home to go to college, the eight-year-old Mao Xiaobao was particularly uneasy.

Her departure means that he will be at home alone during the night shift of his mother.

He cried and said he was afraid of the dark and the ghosts.

She then woven the seven-color rope and put it on his wrist, coaxing it to ward off evil spirits and keep him safe, and then calmed him down.

"Xiaobao, is it it with you through hardships? It gives you courage and also makes you hate it. It feels that my sister has deceived you and it cannot protect you at all! Right?"

She wiped the tears and held it in the palm of her hand.

"I believe you are all here. Xiaobao has someone to suffer and will not be afraid anymore. From now on, we must be the me I used to let Mao Jingchen see an optimistic mother!"

Her lips raised half a bottle of foreign wine and returned to her room.

"If you don't breastfeed, you're out of confinement. You can drink it without any hindrance?"

She murmured to herself, closing the door tightly, secretly as if she had done something bad.

Sitting at the table, she unscrewed the bottle cap and sniffed it first, pouring half a cup.

"I haven't tasted you for too long." She held the cup and sucked it gently, her expression satisfying her cravings. "Yes!"

She reluctantly drank it all, so she put down her glass and started to do handicrafts.

First, carefully disassemble the seven-color rope, then clean, blow dry, and re-woven.

After drinking all the wine, the work in your hand is almost done.

Cut off the excess colored thread, and the wrist rope was changed to be as small as new as she did.

At this time, a cry came from the next door.

"Oh... Mom is here!"

Maybe because she hasn't used to drinking foreign wine or hasn't drunk for a long time, she felt a little dizzy when she got up.

"That's so powerful!"

She muttered and rushed to the small room, and picked up Mao Jingchen, who was crying with aggrieved voice.

"Who bullies my baby? He will cry even more than his mother!"

He cried less and shook his little head, humming and searching everywhere.

"So I'm hungry!"

She smiled and put him back, of course he refused to accept it, and cried loudly.

"You have to change your butt first! Cry and treat it as exercise and eat more land!"

Aunt Wang, who was cleaning downstairs, also came up and hurriedly went to brew milk powder. "I didn't eat much in the hospital!"

"From the future, I will take him specifically, and Aunt Wang will help me with housework!"

"Are you too big a family and afraid that I will be tired? Then pay!"

"I'm really afraid of scaring you away!" Her cheeks flushed and her speech was a little slow. "Jing Chen, can we pay Grandma Wang?"

"Hey, I'm just having fun! There are always times when I finish housework. If you are idle, you won't let me hug him. I'm still anxious with you! After adjusting the milk, it's on the table. Try the temperature first and then feed it!"

Aunt Wang went downstairs to work while talking and laughing.

She changed into diapers, put on her pants, and wrapped herself in a thin quilt before she picked up the crying child.

"Oh, okay, okay, don't cry anymore, mom, try to hot it first!"

She picked up the bottle and sat on the chair, and tried the temperature with the back of her hands.

"Just just right! Son, it's time to have dinner!"

Seeing him sucking the fragrance, she smiled foolishly, as if she had gained the happiness of the whole world.

Every scene and every sound in the room was monitored by people.

Fang Wen pointed at the woman on the screen in annoyed manner.

"She doesn't have to take care of the person I arranged, and she keeps my son crying hungryly! She doesn't forget to hide and seek during the month of the year. I'll just look for her if I don't do anything every day! Who can guess what she wants?"

Wang Mingzhi waved his hand and replied, "It's just a child, and you can't go with him even if there are too many people. Don't worry about taking her with her! I also blame you, if you can't call and ask if you can't find someone?"

"Who am I asking? When did she take it? Luo Qiyu's mother didn't inform me of her death. Luo Qiheng changed his face like taking the wrong medicine. Not to mention old man Luo, he had to arrange what his baby daughter thought immediately. I saw how much face he looked! If his daughter had any sequelae because of my poor confinement period, she would have to make a grudge with me for several lifetimes!"

He was complaining, but Wang Meizhi showed off.

"You can't compare to me. Mengmeng's father is very sensible! I went to the hospital to see him, but he went to comfort me and kept thanking me!"

"I'm so embarrassed to say? You exchanged it for dignity and blood and tears! Didn't you see? She smiled like a flower, she never treated me like this! I knew that if I had or not, I would not affect her at all, and I would not be the same person in my heart! If she could get pregnant by herself, she wouldn't ask me for help!"

"Yo, sour! What jealousy is with my son?" Wang Mingzhi raised his glass. "Come on, drink and drink!"

He took a deep drink and watched her change her hug and stood up as she stood up in the picture.

The full child did not cry or make a fuss, and slapped his little mouth with satisfaction, and his cheeks were pressed against her chest.

"Eat full, burp-free!"

She paced back and forth, patting his back.

Not long after, he purred and made a sound.

"Well, it's great! You can only lie down after the partition!"

Fang Wen's expression was surprised.

"How did she know that he had to be silenced? Why did she have to be silenced to lie down?"

"How could I know? When Zihao was a child, I had never even fed milk once!" Wang Mingzhi regretted again. "I regret it! My ex-wife..."

"I will mention your ex-wife again, and I will record it and send it to the little hedgehog. Do you believe it?"

"Okay, just break it!"

He continued to stare at the screen, but his eyes were only lingering on the woman.

She put the child into the small bed, and he held his hands and rubbed his eyes cleverly, glanced around, and made a sound in his throat.

"Oh, I've grown my skills!" She was even happier. "Want to talk to my mother? OK, chat!"

She took out the seven-colored rope and tied it to his fleshy wrist.

"This is a gift left to you by Uncle Xiaobao, which is extremely precious! Jing Chen wants to live a personal life for him, and he will be like him in the future..." She paused, and although she smiled, she burst into tears without realizing it. "Be a person like father! Be smart and upright, kind and filial, and law-abiding!"

She kissed the back of the little hand gently, covered his belly, and stared at the fence of the small bed.

"Grandpa and grandma educated their father so well, but unfortunately, he met his mother!"

She lowered her eyes, and the crystal tears made her curled eyelashes condense in three or two.

Fang Wen put down his wine glass and held his hands in his arms, staring at her side face.

"Praise me? Be smart! Either you can't think of me, and I will cry when I think of it, as if I will only make you sad! Yu Qin is right, you are just a crying person!"

Wang Meizhi drank silently without disturbing their special communication.

She seemed to hear his resentment, wiped away the tears and her smile became brighter.

"Dad is very good at reasoning. Although he is a little annoyed, that is his...the unique method, and it is actually quite interesting!"

"Did Lao Wang hear it? She is so good at lying!" He retorted dissatisfied. "Why don't you allow me to tell me if you are interested? You refuse to listen?"

Wang Mingzhi didn't answer his words.

"Grandpa hopes that mom and dad will get together again, but mom feels that he should let him go and let him start over!" she said.

"Let it go, let it go..." He hated his teeth. "You can let it go!"

"Mom was wrong. She shouldn't have provoked her father at the beginning, and she regretted it early in the morning! If she had done it again, her mother would definitely avoid him as she promised her grandma in the past!" She stroked the child's cheek gently. "But that way, there would be no you!"

He stood up from the sofa, frightened King Meiji.

"I regret it, I heard that there is no Lao Wang? She doesn't talk about morality, but she doesn't talk about morality! She still... still regrets! Mao Xinyou, I regretted it, did I say it?!"

"She can't hear it, she's excited!" Wang Mingzhi rolled her eyes.

She remained silent for a long time without saying a word, raised her eyes and looked at the polar bear puppet, reached out to touch its soft hair.

In the picture, she faces her face, with deep eyes, delicate facial features, blushing cheeks with smiles, and a soft expression that seems to be about to jump out of the screen.

Even though he was resentful to her, his expression turned into tenderness, and that face made him miss him so much.
To be continued...