Song Shengsheng felt that her son was like a poor little mouse, cautious yet extremely expectant.
The bed in the master bedroom is actually not very big.
It was a bit crowded for three people to sleep, and Song Shengsheng felt that her sleeping posture was not very good, and she was afraid of heat.
Song Shengsheng felt that her son would be very hot, sticky and sweaty if he slept in her arms, which would be uncomfortable.
She hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
Fu Cheng raised his eyelids and looked at her casually, seeing the hesitation on her face clearly.
Fu Cheng thought to himself that it was really great that she couldn't even pretend.
The fillings are exposed from time to time.
Such a trivial matter is so difficult. I have been thinking about it for so long and feel reluctant.
Fu Cheng took his son out of her arms and said, "We'll talk about tonight. Go do the homework your teacher assigned to you first."
Although Fu Luochi said okay, it's okay.
But his mother did not agree to his small request, and he was a little unhappy.
The boy held his schoolbag tightly and walked into his little room in a depressed mood. He took out a textbook from the schoolbag and tears as big as pearls fell on the cover of the textbook.
When Fu Luochi is sad, he won't yell or act hysterically.
It will just be like this now, silent and secretly hiding away, wiping away tears.
Fu Cheng had been disappointed with Song Shengsheng more than once or twice, and he was used to it, so he didn't think much of it.
He looked at her and took out two train tickets.
There are also work certificates and letters of introduction prepared in advance.
He said, "Come back to the capital with me the day after tomorrow."
Song Shengsheng looked at the train ticket and felt that Fu Cheng was really capable as he had gotten the ticket without making any noise.
Train tickets are hard to get these days.
Without a letter of introduction, it would be even more difficult.
Song Shengsheng had never ridden a train in her life, so it was a bit new to her. She looked at him timidly, "Is the train fast? Is it faster than the horses raised by the commune?"
Such a stupid question.
Only Song Shengsheng could ask this question.
Fu Cheng actually hated stupidity, but at this moment he was surprisingly patient with her stupid words.
"Faster than a horse."
"Are the doors of the train compartments strong? Will they be blown away by the wind?"
Fu Cheng answered her seriously: "Yes."
Song Shengsheng seemed to be really scared. He always felt that the rumbling big thing called the train was very scary.
She immediately backed out, hesitating, "What about the people in the car? They'll die if they're blown away by the wind."
Fu Cheng looked at her deeply with his dark eyes, and suddenly remembered Lu Chenyuan's evaluation of her - a country bumpkin.
It's really rustic.
Stupid.
Bad.
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows and said without changing his expression: "You will die."
When Song Shengsheng was a child, he saw a train crash into a mountain near his home, with the front and rear carriages broken into two pieces.
The tragedy at that time left an indelible psychological shadow on her heart.
So now she still gets scared when she thinks about it.
Song asked softly, "Can you hold me tight? I don't want to break into two pieces."
Too ugly.
It still hurts.
Fu Cheng met her eager gaze, his dark eyes looking at the black glass that looked like it had been washed with water, without any impurities and extremely clean.
His Adam's apple moved, and he pretended to think about it seriously, then deliberately rejected her: "No."
Song Shengsheng thinks Fu Cheng is really bad.
She suppressed her unhappiness and said, "Then I'll just hold you tight."
Fu Cheng said, "Okay."
Song Shengsheng still has many brainless questions.
For example, what if a train suddenly explodes? What if it runs off the track and happens to fall off a bridge?
There are many more questions asked from strange angles.
"Should I bring my own bed sheets and pillowcases?"
"Can I not sleep? You know I'm very particular about my bed."
"By the way, how much dry food should we bring to be enough to eat? Should we share it with other people in the car?"
At first, Fu Cheng patiently answered them one by one.
Then I gradually lost my patience.
He held her face in his hands, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Then he interrupted her and said, "If you continue talking, I will continue to kiss you."
Song Shengsheng is afraid of pain and being bitten.
She covered her mouth with her hands and said gruffly, "I won't say it."
Why are you so fierce? It's not good for her at all.
Song Shengsheng turned around and went back to her bedroom. She had to make a few skirts with the fabric she brought back from the supply and marketing cooperative today.
The extra scraps can be used to make a few pairs of socks for yourself.
You can make money and save money at the same time.
Song Shengsheng first drew the general shape of the skirt on paper. Of course, she didn't know what a design draft was, so she just drew it blindly.
Then use a sewing machine to gradually bring the pattern on the paper to life before your eyes.
The skirts made by Song Shengsheng are very figure-flattering and are not picky about who wears them.
Most of the employees in the supply and marketing cooperatives are young girls. Of course, they also love beauty and want to dress themselves up beautifully.
Seeing how beautiful Song Shengsheng is, she doesn’t need to dress up every day, she always looks radiant and youthful.
I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the clothes.
Maybe they would look as beautiful in the dress she was wearing.
It was this idea that made Song Shengsheng's small tailoring business prosper.
She was "working hard" in the bedroom.
Fu Cheng went into his son's room and was not surprised to see his eyes were red.
When Fu Luochi saw his father, he buried his face in the quilt and didn't want to see anyone.
The child's personality is like both his father and his mother.
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His well-behaved side is mostly shown in front of his mother.
The arrogant and indifferent side is all in the eyes of others.
Fu Cheng walked forward, dug the man out from under the quilt, and seeing the tears on his face, he said calmly, "It's just a small matter, there's nothing to cry about."
Fu Luochi turned his head away and said, "Is it because mom doesn't like you that she doesn't like me either?"
Fu Cheng didn't deny it, but he pinched his face a little harder: "Don't you think she likes you very much now?"
Fu Luochi sniffed, feeling wronged and angry: "Uncle Lu is right, Mom didn't want me at all at that time."
Fu Cheng still did not deny it.
This is his son, he shouldn't be so fragile.
Fu Cheng ruffled his hair and laughed, "He pretended to be good in front of her, but now he is really fierce."
Fu Luochi's little pearls were hanging on her eyelashes, falling down one by one.
Fu Cheng continued, "If you hide and cry, she won't see you, and she won't feel sorry for you."
"She doesn't like you, so forget it."
"But when you were born, she was very happy and didn't want you."
The boy's tears hung from his trembling eyelashes. He looked at his father with broken tears in his eyes: "Dad, you are not lying?"
Fu Cheng said, "No."
When the child was just born, she was clumsy in taking care of him and would wake up from time to time in the middle of the night to remember to feed him and change his diaper.
She also made a lot of small clothes for the children.
Such cute designs, I have never seen them in other stores. I wonder where she learned them from.
Fu Luochi was good-looking. Even when he was only a few months old, he looked very likable, with fair skin and big black eyes.
like to laugh.
Especially like to smile at her.
But a few years after he and she got married, she gradually fell in love with someone else and gradually lost all feelings for the child.
Fu Cheng coaxed his son calmly and went back to the bedroom.
She was fiddling with her clothes in front of the sewing machine again. Fu Cheng glanced at her and paused. He asked casually, "Weren't you making trousers a few days ago? Are you done?"
Song Shengsheng nodded: "Yeah."
Fu Cheng pursed his lips and didn't say he wanted to try it.
I still want to wait for her to say it first.
But after waiting for a long time, she didn't seem to have this intention.
Then, Fu Cheng heard her say, "That set of clothes was asked by Sister Wang to be made for her relatives in her hometown. It is made of cotton, breathable and durable. I have already sent it over."
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