Once the life-and-death crisis was resolved, Qiao Qingqing's family lived a much more peaceful life thereafter.
In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.
1974, June 28th of the lunar calendar.
"This is mine! Dad gave it to me!"
"You're talking nonsense! My daughter is mine, and yours is at home!"
"The one at home is broken. You broke it. Don't think I didn't see it!"
"Lu Xiaoqiao! Aren't you the eldest brother? People always say that the elders should give way to the younger ones. You should give way to me!"
"Oh, then why didn't you let me go?"
On the road leading from the pier to Qiao Qingqing's house, two little boys with round heads were fighting for the wooden spears in their hands as they walked, and neither of them would give in.
They were already at the doorstep, but the two of them still didn't know how to restrain themselves.
Until I heard my mother's voice.
"Qiao Qiao, Nian Nian, didn't I tell you to wait for daddy? Where is he?"
Qiao Qingqing held her lower back with one hand and held a ladle with the other, preparing to scoop water to wash the vegetables.
Before her two sons entered the house, she heard a noisy noise. She looked up and saw that the two boys were about to fight again. She hurriedly asked what was going on.
The Lu family triplets, who just turned six, were obviously more alert than when they were one year old. They could tell that their mother was about to get angry.
So Lu Qiao and Lu Nian let go of each other's hands without any agreement, and turned into well-behaved little boys in a second. Unfortunately, the wooden spear fell straight to the ground.
The two boys put their hands behind their backs, as if this would make their mother forget what had just happened.
"I'm asking you a question. Where's your dad?"
Qiao Qingqing frowned and asked again.
Lu Nian answered first: "Mom, Uncle Xiaoyu just said that Dad has a meeting tomorrow and will be back late, so we don't have to wait for Dad to eat."
After hearing this, before Qiao Qingqing could say anything, a little kid sitting under the pavilion in the yard called out in a baby voice, "Is my dad coming?"
A little boy who looked exactly like Lu Qiao and Lu Nian and was flipping through a copy of Compendium of Materia Medica next to them said expressionlessly, "Xiaoxiao, Uncle Zhuang is my father's orderly. Wherever my father is, Uncle Zhuang is there."
The little one turned his head to look at him and said "Oh", then turned his head to look at Qiao Qingqing and repeated the previous question: "Aunt Qing, is my dad coming?"
Qiao Qingqing was amused by the cute appearance of this little one, and said with a smile: "Come, of course I will come, but your father and Uncle Lu will be back later."
The little one was immediately happy, twisted his butt and sat up straight, and patted brother Lu Qing's hand with his little hand, "Third brother, tell Xiaoxiao again that Xiaoxiao can play with daddy after class."
Lu Qing frowned like a little adult, "Can't you take one and look at it by yourself?"
Giving lectures to Xiaoxiao delayed his progress.
The little one blinked his black and moist eyes and said innocently, "But Xiaoxiao can't read."
Little Lu Qing tried to hold back, but couldn't help it. He turned around and looked at his mother with some grievance: "Mom, my progress has been slowed down for the past day."
Qiao Qingqing really had no idea what to do with this overly self-disciplined little son.
"San San, tomorrow is your birthday, you can take a rest. Xiao Xiao and the others are here, you can go out and play."
Even his mother said so. Although little Lu Qing was reluctant to change his plan, he still agreed reluctantly.
After putting the book into his own cabinet and locking it to prevent it from being taken out and damaged by his elder and second brothers, little Lu Qing walked out of the room.
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