Chapter 11
Liu Ze was bored, so he searched for the man in black in every nook and cranny at the bottom of the valley every day. After observing him for a few days, he found that the man was in very good spirits, not knowing if it was his illusion.
Now he had learned his lesson and had gathered a pile of rocks. As long as the man was within range, he would throw the rocks at him. However, the man was too skilled and he had never been able to hit him once.
That day he sat in the pavilion as usual, with a pile of pebbles beside him, and looked back and forth several times, but still couldn't find anyone. Just as he was about to come back later, he heard the cry of a child and a baby.
He threw down the stone in his hand, ran out of the pavilion quickly and ran into the main house.
The master, dressed in white, held a two-year-old baby in his left hand and a baby wrapped in a package in his right hand.
The long, smooth hair that reached her waist was now a little messy.
"Mom! Wah wah wah wah! I want mommy!" the two-year-old girl on the right cried.
The baby on the left, wrapped in a bundle, had his eyes closed and his mouth open, his arms flexing and stretching, his legs kicking wildly. The bundle had already been pushed loose, and if Rong Zhou hadn't held him tightly, the baby would have slipped out. He whimpered, as if deeply wronged. His voice wasn't loud, but it was penetrating and heartbreaking.
"Help me take the little one away first." Rong Zhou said to Butler Wen who was standing beside him.
"I'm sorry, master, I don't have the ability to soothe babies." This means rejection.
"Just hold him for a bit, no need to comfort him." He was clearly overwhelmed by the two crying children. "I'll comfort the older one first, then I'll go comfort the younger one."
"Master, I'm afraid of hurting the young master." Wen Ci Qiu didn't beat around the bush and directly stated the reason. As an intelligent program, he was very unsure about this point.
At this time, Liu Ze ran in. Rong Zhou didn't ask him if he agreed or not, or if he knew how to hold a child. He just put the little one in his arms and said, "Hold it for a while. Just don't let it fall to the ground."
When the soft thing entered his arms, Liu Ze was immediately petrified: "Master, I have never held one before." In his more than 20 years of life, he had at most had close contact with naughty children. He had never held such a soft and floppy baby. He was the only one in his family, and he was afraid that his relatives' babies would be hurt by his clumsy hands.
Rong Zhou freed up one hand and pushed Butler Wen over to him: "You two keep an eye on the little one."
"Oh, baby, look at daddy. I'm daddy." Rong Zhou didn't even look at them, and carried the older one to another room.
The wailing child opened his eyes and looked at the person holding him: "Wow! Mommy! Wow wow wow." The crying became louder and broke, and even the eardrums could be felt vibrating.
How could this be dad? He wants dad.
Rong Zhou's current appearance was too perfect, too perfect to be real, and gave off a sense of alienation. In the eyes of the children, he looked a little sharp and scary, especially when he was looked at by those lavender eyes, which were so cold.
Rong Zhou's head was buzzing. "Look at daddy, baby, it's really daddy." He changed his posture and held his daughter horizontally in his arms. This was the way he often held her when he coaxed her to sleep. He also hummed a song to coax her to sleep and patted her back gently: "The dark sky is hanging low.
Bright stars accompany you
Insects Flying
Insects Flying
Who are you missing..."
The familiar clapping rhythm helped my emotionally excited daughter calm down. The singing voice was unfamiliar, but the emotion in it was so familiar.
The slow rocking and rhythmic support on her back were all things she had just felt before going to sleep. "Daddy?"
"Yeah." Rong Zhou responded to her call softly.
"Dad?" The child opened her eyes and looked at the stranger in front of her. She didn't understand why her father became like this. He was not like this before going to bed.
For her, it was just a matter of closing her eyes and opening them again, and many things became unclear to her.
"Yeah." Rong Zhou kissed her forehead gently: "Baby, you are the best."
The child was still breathing heavily, his nose and eyes red from crying, like a little rabbit. He asked in a puzzled voice, "Why did Dad change?"
"Uh." It was a bit awkward, but the key to coaxing a child is to be perfunctory. I diverted his attention and pulled up one side of his long hair: "Look, Daddy has very long hair now."
Dabao and Xiaoya tilted their heads and looked at their suddenly handsome dad and his long hair: "I know, Dad has become Mom."
This sentence is extremely destructive, especially when Baby shouts it out in the innocent and powerful childish voice of Wu Xie.
Rong Zhou felt that every word his baby shouted turned into a knife, stabbing into his heart.
"No." Rong Zhou picked up Dabao and made her look into his eyes: "I am your father, I just look different. Isn't your father handsome?"
Little Yaya looked into her father's light purple eyes, lost in them, and followed her father in saying, "Handsome."
"Yaya, don't you like daddy like this?"
"I like it." He smiled happily. Children all like beautiful things. At first, he was scared when being hugged by a stranger.
Rong Zhou wondered if his daughter was a bit of a fangirl, but the child was still young and shouldn't think like that.
Holding my daughter who had stopped crying, I went to the main house to look for Xiaobao. Only then did I realize that the main house was quiet.
There was something in the middle of the room. A closer look revealed something truly remarkable, something that made Rong Zhou laugh. Liu Ze stood while the housekeeper squatted, both at the same height, with a sleeping baby between them. Both held the object in their hands, not daring to tremble even a little.
When they saw Rong Zhou coming in, their eyes were filled with the light of a savior. They didn't dare to make a sound and could only express their feelings with their eyes, signaling him to quickly take the little ancestor in his arms away.
Rong Zhou put the little princess in his arms on the ground: "Yaya, play by yourself for a while, daddy will hold your brother."
"No." She hugged his thighs and looked at her eyes which were beginning to turn red again. She looked like she would start crying if you said another word.
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to go, then hold on to daddy's legs." He dragged a small oil bottle and moved to their side, then skillfully picked up Xiaobao from between them.
The change in the surrounding environment made the sleeping Xiaobao hum twice, which scared Liu Ze so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. Butler Wen, who had just relaxed, immediately stiffened when he heard the sound.
Rong Zhou rocked the struggling little baby in his arms skillfully, and he immediately fell asleep again. He rocked the baby in his arms and slowly walked into the bedroom.
Just holding the child for a while made Liu Ze feel a little exhausted and tired. He thought that his master was in a difficult period now, and he should perform well.
Butler Wen thought for a moment and asked, "Should I learn about infant care?"
"I think so." Liu Ze nodded, agreeing very much on this point. If he wanted to help his master take care of the children, he still had to learn a little.
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