Chapter 704

Ji Zhengting didn't stop him. Just think that she promised to be held to sleep by him?

Song Qingcheng threw the garbage back, and looked at the children in the room. Xiaobaozi had cleaned the bed, and she was trying to move a big box to the side.

That pouting small fart - stock appearance, lovely.

"Your son seems to need help." Song Qingcheng spoke to him and made a gesture to the room.

Smelling speech, Ji Zhengting walked towards the room. See small steamed stuffed bun buried in pushing a big box, pouting a small fart - share, eat - milk strength all make out.

He went in, raised his foot and kicked the bottom of the bun.

"Oh! Butt... " Xiaobaozi, covering his buttocks, turned around and saw that it was song Dabi who had done something bad. He puffed his face and said, "song Dabi, you are very naughty. Be careful that mommy will deal with you."

"I'd love to be cleaned up." The chief executive is not ready.

Song Qingcheng didn't care about their father and son, and continued to pack up his own things.

Xiaobaozi and song's father are playing in bed. They don't want to help song's mother at all. However, when he saw something, his eyes were bright.

When song's mother didn't notice, Baozi slipped out of bed and stole the box.

"Daddy, Mommy, there's a treasure hidden here." Xiaobaozi said mysteriously.

"What baby?" Ji Zhengting leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the things in xiaobaozi's hand.

"I'll show it to Daddy." Xiaobaozi opens the box and takes out two pieces of red paper from inside.

Ji Zhengting's original interest was lacking, but his eyes inadvertently turned and he stopped. Seeing the red paper in xiaobaozi's hand, his eyes narrowed.

My mind seems to return to the bustling scene in the market four years ago.

The child has been carrying this, but also as a baby. It is enough to prove that his children have never forgotten him.

"Daddy, do you recognize the words on it?" Xiaobaozi took the paper which he didn't know the words on it and asked him.

It's more than recognition. It's written by his father.

"Do you know him?" Ji Zhengting asked him.

"Mommy only taught me to read the above sentence, but she wouldn't teach me to read the following one." Xiaobaozi frowned in distress.

"What does this sentence say?"

"One, flower, one, world, world." Small steamed stuffed bun lit the words above, read word by word.

Smelly boy, I really know him.

Before waiting for his words, xiaobaozi asked anxiously, "Daddy, what about this one? What are you reading? Mommy says it's a secret, but it's more than two words. "

Small steamed stuffed bun lit the words on it, how to count it is not two words.

Ji Zhengting was made to laugh and cry by xiaobaozi. His mother just said it was a secret. He obviously understood that the words on it were secret.

It's his son. He's always so understanding.

Ji Zhengting looked at the words "one season, one city", and suddenly a sentence came to his mind, "one person in one life."

Xiaobaozi absolutely believed it. He lit the words on the paper and read word by word: "one, world, one, pair, person."

The number of words is just right.

"Daddy's too good." Xiao baozi worships song's father with a kiss.

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PS: small theater

when Ji Cheng was in the first grade, the teacher taught the students how to write "people" on the platform.

"Students, can anyone write" person "

"Teacher, I will!" Ji Cheng students paper plane folding good, just heard the teacher's words, volunteered to stand up.

"Ji Cheng, do you think you can write Chinese characters?" Usually only mischievous person, actually said that can write, the teacher expressed deep doubt.

Ji Cheng's classmate, Da la la, went up to the platform, took a piece of chalk and wrote a "city" on the blackboard. Because he was not very proficient, the local characters and Chengzi had separated. However, Ji Cheng is very confident. After all, there are a lot of "people" characters.

The teacher pushed the black box eye socket on the bridge of his nose, looked at the words on the blackboard, and then asked Ji Cheng: "Ji Cheng, are you writing this word as a native or a separate word?"

"No, no, no, none of them." Ji Cheng put up an index finger and continued: "I am a human being, but the teacher is not a human being."

There was a burst of laughter in the hall.

“……” The teacher's two moustaches flew up.

"No, no, no, I don't mean that teachers are not people. I mean, teachers are not people." Ji Cheng realized that he had made a slip of the tongue and quickly explained.

“……”

"I just want to say There's something wrong with the teacher. "

“……”

……

In the evening, Ji Zhengting picked up their mother and son directly from the apartment to the old villa of Ji family after work.Xiaobaozi was very excited to see his grandfather. All the way to ask East and West, ask song Qingcheng are too lazy to talk to him.

In fact, she was a little nervous.

After all, left so long, the past gratitude and resentment, wrong, right, really can be completely relieved? Can the heart really erase all kinds of things and start again?

She and Ji Zhengting, she is not worried, two people have experienced so much, not easy to get together, each other's feelings for each other have been deeply rooted.

She was worried about the three old people. There is always no confidence that they can wholeheartedly accept themselves and forgive themselves.

The car soon stopped at Ji's house.

It's the same here as before, there's not much change. Even the faces in the sentry box seem familiar.

The moment I got out of the car seemed to be back four years ago. A sense of familiarity.

"My great grandson." The stepmother knows that they are home. She will see steamed buns. It's a hot one.

"Grandma." Xiaobaozi will come too. When she sees the stepmother, she runs over.

"Ah ~" the end of the voice of the stepmother was lengthened and raised. She covered her chest and said, "Grandma's heart has been softened by your voice of" grandma. "

"It's not good to be crisp. When it's crisp, it becomes a biscuit. " Xiaobaozi said seriously.

Weihua biscuits, steamed stuffed buns remember wrong. It's just a word short.

The stepmother blinked, but she couldn't match the number at all. Fortunately, she said, "does the grandson want to eat biscuits?"

"I don't like biscuits. The biscuits are for my little sister. "

“……” What's more? The stepmother continued to ask, "what does the grandson like to eat?"

"I like lollipops, chocolate, chips, chicken legs..." When it comes to food, steamed stuffed buns talk a lot.

The stepmother index with her hand, and the result Ten fingers after counting, small steamed stuffed bun is still talking. The stepmother had to count again with her fingers.

"Come on, don't ask for so much." Song Qingcheng interrupted xiaobaozi's talk.

He also disliked that the biscuits were eaten by other people's younger sister. He was so good that he reported dozens of favorite biscuits all at once.

Like his father, no skin, no face.

……

The stepmother leads the child back to the house and talks to the child while walking. Milk sun two seem to have endless words. Fortunately, xiaobaozi spoke early and spoke clearly, which should basically come up.

"Is my great grandson here?" The old lady was busy living in the kitchen. When she heard the sound of steamed stuffed buns, she ran out before she could wash them.

"Granny ~" the steamed stuffed bun ran up to hold granny.

"Oh, my great grandson, that's a beautiful voice." The old lady couldn't close her mouth with a smile.

"Granny, what's on your hand? I smell so fragrant." Xiaobaozi has a very good nose, especially for food. The little nose sniffed, and knew that the old lady would definitely be eating.

"It's not very fragrant. Granny is making you sugar gourd. " The smell on the old lady's hand is sesame. Of course, it's very fragrant.

"OK, I'll have sugar gourd." Xiaobaozi jumps happily.