At this moment, the children who were playing outside heard the noise from Lu Qiao and Lu Nian and ran back excitedly.
"Brother Lu Qiao, let's catch crickets! I think this is a really big cricket!"
Four-year-old Qi Yong took his two-year-old sister to look for crickets nearby. It was not easy to find one that had a loud chirping voice and was big, black, and naturally they couldn't wait to catch it.
Lu Qiao gave the wooden gun that his brother had been thinking about to his mother and asked her to hide it, and then he followed Qi Yong out.
Sure enough, as soon as he left, Lu Nian came to find her mother.
Qiao Qingqing looked at her son who was coming to her to ask for the wooden spear with a headache.
"This is your brother's. Don't you have one yourself? Where is it?"
In front of his mother, Lu Nian didn't dare to say that the wooden spear in his elder brother's hand was his.
He whispered, "Last time when I was playing with Zhuangzhuang and the others, I accidentally broke the wooden spear."
Qiao Qingqing twitched her lips, "You come to steal your brother's lip after it's broken?"
"Anyway, my brother doesn't like to play this..."
This brat is right.
Qiao Qingqing's face turned serious, and Xiao Lu Nian was instantly silenced.
"Have I ever told you that even if your own things are broken, you can't take them from your older brother or younger brother?"
Little Lu Nian drooped his shoulders, looked dejected, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I said..."
"Even if your brother doesn't want it, he can only give it to you on his own initiative, and you can't snatch it away." Qiao Qingqing added, "Besides, your brother really cherishes this wooden spear, otherwise how could he have rubbed it so smooth without even a tiny thorn?"
"It's just that you both like the same thing but express it in different ways. You like the wooden spear so you play with it every day, but your brother is just the opposite. The more he likes it, the more reluctant he is to take it out. Don't you understand?"
Little Lu Nian pouted: "Brother is really weird, if you like it why don't you take it out to play with it? What's the point of keeping it."
Just after he finished speaking, his mother hit him on the forehead. Little Lu Nian quickly raised his hand to cover his forehead, hoping that his mother didn't use much force.
Even so, he received the warning signal, looked up, gave his mother a pleading "hehe" smile, turned around and ran away quickly.
Qiao Qingqing stared at the boy's back, shook her head helplessly and sighed.
Raising a child is so hard, especially raising three sons at once...
"Mom, do you want to scoop some water?"
Just as Qiao Qingqing was sighing, her third son came over and took the ladle from her hand while asking.
"Let me do it. Dad said you can't do heavy work because your belly is too big."
Seeing her third son being well-behaved and sensible, Qiao Qingqing finally felt a little comforted.
She couldn't help but touch her third son's face, eyes full of pride: "San San is still the best behaved. If you three brothers were as naughty as your elder brother, I'm afraid I would have a headache every day."
Little Lu Qing looked up at his mother, his face usually expressionless, but at this moment a smile slowly broke out.
"That's because I was weak when I was little, and my mother put more energy into taking care of me, so I won't make her worried and sad."
Look, look!
This child is only one year old, but he is so mature and sensible!
Qiao Qingqing quickly snatched the water scoop back, put her hand on her third son's shoulder and pushed him out, "Mom thought about it and decided that you should go play with them. Children should do childish things and don't be too precocious."
It is said that sensible children suffer more and only crying children get milk. It was miserable enough that she was forced to be sensible in her childhood, but she could not order her most beloved son around with peace of mind.
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