After two days, Xie Jin went back to Ancheng, because his business was waiting for him to bring good news.
Before leaving, Xie Jin visited Lu Fu again and said goodbye by the way.
Song Xintong sent people to send Xie Jin away from the city, and at the same time, he prepared many special products from the capital for some relatives of Xie's family. "Uncle, now my husband is busy, and I can't get away from him for a while. I don't have to go to Ancheng to visit you. When I'm free, we'll take my mother and children to visit you."
Xie Jin said he understood: "it's not too late to go again if you have a chance in the future."
After seeing off Xie Jin, song Xintong returns to the mansion and sees Lu's mother sitting under the eaves, watching the twins standing beside the flower bed with their buttocks sticking out. He doesn't know what they are doing.
"What are you doing, son?"
Mantou said: "a lot of ants."
"Be careful of being bitten by ants." Song Xintong went to the eaves and looked at Lu Mu: "Niang, my cousin has already left the city. At this speed, I will be in Ancheng in about half a month."
Lu Mu nodded and said nothing more.
She has little contact with the Xie family. Even though she is close now, she is more familiar than strangers. Lu's mother has never been a warm person, so she doesn't say much.
What's more, she is full of grandchildren now. Naturally, she doesn't have much mind to think about the past. She uses Lu's mother as an example to say, "go and do your business. I'll look at the two children."
Song Xintong knew that Lu's mother loved her children and didn't say much. She just told the twins not to make trouble for their grandmother. Then she left.
After waiting for song Xintong to leave, huajuan groaned two times, "I'm not a trouble, my brother is."
Steamed bread looked at his younger brother who slandered him: "you are the trouble."
The scroll moved aside. "You are."
"You are." Steamed bread is not happy to hum.
"My brother is."
Steamed bread face, turned, "ignore you."
"Ignore it, ignore it." Scroll also proud of the back over the body, not happy.
Although the twins are very good, sometimes they still fight. For example, now they are unhappy because of one sentence.
Lu's mother looked worried and told the two brothers not to fight.
"Grandma, my brother ignored me." Huajuan dada ran to Lu Mu's side and took the lead in complaining, "brother is bad."
Lu's mother saw clearly that it was her brother who caused the trouble first.
The scroll also secretly glanced at the steamed bread, thinking that if my brother came to talk to me, I would forgive my brother.
But when he waited and waited, Mantou ignored him. When he heard the complaint, he ignored him. Instead, he squatted under a tree playing with grass.
oh dear. Huajuan stamped his feet anxiously. What's brother playing with? It looks like fun, and he really wants to play.
So, less than ten minutes after their quarrel, the scroll sneaked up again and stood behind the steamed bread, "Oh, there are ants."
Steamed bread does not pay attention to the roll.
The scroll said, "look, there are birds here."
Steamed bread is still ignored.
"Wow, there's a beautiful flower here." The scroll said while peeking at the steamed bread's face, but the elder brother didn't respond all the time. He was unhappy and wanted to continue to be angry with his elder brother. But when he saw that the grass that his elder brother was playing seemed to be fun, he leaned up again and squatted aside with a pucker. He looked at the steamed bread eagerly: "elder brother, what are you playing with? It's fun to watch. I want to play, too. "
The steamed bread moved to the side.
Roll with move, want the whole person to lie on the steamed bread, "brother, I also want to play." Then he reached for the grass.
Steamed bread quickly blocked the scroll: "Oh, don't pull it out. It has to work hard to grow out of the stone cracks."
The scroll nodded, "Oh, oh, I'm gentle."
After a while, they got together again and played intimately. They also called out: "brother, be careful."
"Brother, be careful, don't fall down. If you fall down, your butt will hurt."
Song Xintong came out of Lu Mu's yard and went to see her daughter in class. She was teaching her musical instruments and watched her play them in a good way. Warm music is good, over time, it should be able to pop up beautiful and moving voice.
Seeing song Xintong coming, she stopped to say hello: "Mrs. Lu."
"Mr. Cui, I passed by and heard the warm sound of the piano, so I came in to have a look." Song Xintong felt that he was the most traditional parents. He respected his teachers and was concerned about his children's studies. He wanted to inquire about their children's situation from time to time.
"Mother." Wennuan shook his sore hand and cried out sweetly.
Song Xintong stood outside the window, no classroom, soft voice asked: "can you seriously study?"
Warm sweet smile: "I learn very well, mother don't believe can ask Mr. Cui."
The female master liked the spiritual warmth and nodded, "now the young lady knows the music theory, and she has made great progress in recent days. In time, she will make some achievements in piano art."
Song Xintong doesn't want wennuan to be so fierce. She only needs to know a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She doesn't need to know these skills at all. In the future, the little girl's family will go out to a banquet to avoid sitting on the bench.
"Listen to the teacher and study hard." Song Xintong explained a few words, then backed out, and then went back to his yard.
The peach blossoms in the yard are blooming just right. The fragrance is overflowing everywhere. When the wind blows, you can smell it in every corner of the yard.
It's sunny in the afternoon. It's the most comfortable time to lie on the couch and bask in the sun. But song Xintong didn't feel comfortable for long, so the twins came to upset her.
"Mother, give me a hug."
Fortunately, the reclining chair was spacious, and song Xintong didn't feel crowded when he was lying on the reclining chair with them in his arms. "Why don't you stay with grandma?"
Steamed bread nestled in Song Xintong's arms, "grandma is going to sleep."
Song Xintong said, "you can take a nap with your grandmother."
The twins whispered, "but we want to be with my mother."
"So big, still clinging to the mother."
"I like Niang best." Steamed bread holding song Xintong's arm, soft voice of sajiao.
"I like you too." Song Xintong gently patted two people's back, "that accompany Niang to sleep for a while."
"But I don't want to sleep." Huajuan thinks he can play for a while.
"Then I'll sleep with my brother, and you can play with yourself." Song Xintong hugged his eldest son, then closed his eyes, "I'm sleeping."
Steamed bread also tired, soon fell asleep, breathing slowly longer and slower.
Huajuan opened her eyes to see her brother and mother, and to see the light from the branches outside. There are many colors in the bright light, red, orange, cyan
Breeze blowing, leaves were blowing rustle sound, the wind blowing blowing, curly eyelids are more and more heavy, slowly also gradually fell asleep, also played a light snore.