Rong Qing: “…”

This kid really reads a lot of picture books!

After she finished blah blah, she didn't forget to ask seriously: "Sister, do you think I can do it?" Suddenly she became a little shy: "I, I actually want to be better than them."

Rong Qing suddenly thought of the jade gourd he gave her, and she wanted to return the favor: "You can do it. Do you wear your jade gourd every day?"

"Ah? What jade gourd? Do I have a jade gourd?"

Rong Qing: “…”

Well, I’m afraid that in his eyes, the jade gourd is the same as the marbles he plays with.

It was a treasure, it was a treasure. Rong Qing decided to remind him:

"You gave me one. Aren't they a pair of sister and brother styles? How come you forgot I was wearing them? It really makes you sad."

Han Junjun finally remembered after she reminded him: "Sister, wait for me."

Then Rong Qing heard the sound of footsteps coming from the other side, and Jiang Wenshu finally had the chance to speak:

"Thank you, my dear, for not blaming me. Instead, you comforted me. I am truly a loving mother to have a daughter as sensible and thoughtful as you. I have thought it over and missed the first eighteen years of your life.

Now that the environment has changed, Mom must stay by your side, even though you are grown up now. "You don't need Mom anymore.

Rong Qing rarely joked with her:

"How can I grow up? Don't you and grandma call me sweetheart? Now that I'm grown up, shouldn't I be called something else? What should I call myself? Or maybe..."

When Jiang Wenshu heard that she could no longer call her "guaibao", she immediately became emotional. No, absolutely not. Ever since she first heard her grandmother call her "guaibao" at the age of two, she has been calling her "guaibao" for countless days and nights.

"No, how can I not call you my sweetheart? You are my baby, my sweetheart. I am wrong for not growing up. My sweetheart will never grow up in my place."

Yes, her sweet baby was still two years old, standing there with tears in his eyes watching her leave, waving at her with a sweet smile, and said in her soft little baby voice:

"Mom, the baby will be good! You have to take good care of yourself and come back to see the baby!"

My sweet baby is so sensible even though she is so young. She stubbornly held back her tears when she saw me leaving, smiled at me, told me that she would be very good, and asked me to take care of myself. She didn't say she would come back to pick her up, but to visit her.

She is so young, I just hope she lives a good life.

Combining the memory with what Rong Qing had just said, the shackles that bound Jiang Wenshu herself were broken in an instant, and she felt more relaxed than ever before.