Chapter 222 Again, it's hard to pinpoint what's strange about it.
Tang Mingli thought she was very open-minded and carefree, but as soon as she turned around, a faint sadness welled up inside her.
My daughter is only five years old, and she already has her own little secrets?
When Fu Ci called home that evening, our daughter was taking a shower, so I told my husband about it.
Fu Ci on the other end of the phone laughed after hearing this, "Probably not, Xiao Yu is closest to you. Besides, she's only five years old, too young to even know what a secret is."
"Too."
Tang Mingli was somewhat convinced that a five-year-old knew what a secret was.
"By the way, I'm going back tomorrow." Changing the subject, Fu Ci revealed the most important reason for making this call tonight.
Tang Mingli responded with an "oh," inexplicably feeling that her husband had changed the subject a bit too quickly.
In the past, when talking about my daughter, I could talk for hours on end.
However, she didn't think much of it and smiled, "Xiaoyu would be very happy if she knew you were back."
Fu Ci chuckled softly, "And you, are you happy?"
"Of course, I'm definitely happy too."
Tang Mingli had long since learned to calmly deal with Fu Ci's occasional affectation.
After chatting for a while, Fu Yu finished her shower and went downstairs.
Seeing her mother on the phone, she knew without anyone telling her that it was her father calling, and she quickly ran to her mother.
Seeing this, Tang Mingli quickened her pace and said to her husband on the other end of the phone, "Xiaoyu has finished her shower."
After speaking, he handed the microphone to his daughter and very considerately gave up his seat.
The time that followed belonged to this father and daughter.
Fu Yu sat in the seat where her mother had been sitting, holding the microphone, and chatted with her father from a distance.
The other members of the Fu family couldn't help but laugh as they watched her chat so confidently.
Madam Fu whispered to the others, "He's acting like a little adult."
Fu's mother asked in bewilderment, "Why does she seem to be so attached to her father these past few days?"
Hearing this, Old Madam Fu also agreed.
But despite the puzzlement, it's perfectly normal for children to be attached to their fathers, especially at this age, so no one really thought much of it.
The father and daughter chatted for a while before finally hanging up the phone.
Fu Yu excitedly shared some good news with everyone: "Dad said he'll be back tomorrow."
"Really? Then you'll have to cook lots of delicious food tomorrow." Tang Mingli cooperated readily, as if she had just heard the news.
Fu Yu nodded, watching her mother giggle.
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At nine o'clock, it was time for Fu Yu to go to sleep.
Fu Yu usually sleeps with her nanny most of the time, but today she wants to sleep with her mother.
Although it was too early for Tang Mingli, she readily agreed since it was rare for her daughter to make such a request.
She stood up and said to the elders who were still watching TV, "I'm going upstairs to sleep with Xiaoyu."
Mother Fu smiled and said, "Go ahead, I'll tell you the plot tomorrow."
"good."
Tang Mingli took her daughter's hand and went upstairs.
After going upstairs, she first helped her daughter change into her pajamas, carried her to bed, and gave her a comic book.
"Sweetie, you read a book for a while, Mommy is going to take a shower."
Fu Yu obediently replied, "Okay."
Not daring to leave her daughter alone in the room for too long, Tang Mingli washed very quickly and returned to the room a few minutes later.
Seeing my daughter engrossed in reading comic books, I wondered why she couldn't understand them since she couldn't read them and could only look at the pictures.
Faced with her mother's questioning, Fu Yu nodded emphatically.
"Mom, I can understand it."
As she spoke, she pointed to the picture and began to tell a story.
Although it's all based on imagination from pictures, it really does seem to be true.
Through this experience, she discovered two more benefits of showing picture books to children.
It can enrich children's imagination and improve their expressive abilities.
I remember once taking my daughter to Xinhua Bookstore to buy picture books. Someone said to her, "The child is so young, buying so many books is a waste of money because the child won't understand them."
At that time, she simply said, "As long as the child is happy."
Looking back now, that rebuttal was really too weak.
Although children need plenty of sleep, Tang Mingli made an exception and let her daughter stay up a little later tonight, seeing how engrossed her daughter was in the book.
A dozen minutes later, Fu Yu finally finished reading the comic book in her hand.
After putting the books away, he immediately snuggled affectionately into his mother's arms.
"Mom smells nice."
"The baby smells nice too."
The mother and daughter both use the same soap, but not both of them smell nice.
After cuddling and chatting affectionately for a while, Tang Mingli coaxed, "It's getting late, baby, you should go to sleep, otherwise you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."
"Mmm." Fu Yu was very obedient, letting go of her mother and lying down quietly.
Normally, she would fall asleep in just a few seconds.
But today I seemed to particularly want to chat with my mother. After closing my eyes for a few seconds, I couldn't help but call out "Mom" again.
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
Tang Mingli looked at her daughter's trembling eyelashes as she closed her eyes too tightly and found them incredibly adorable.
Just as I was itching to tease her, I suddenly heard my daughter say, "Mom, it's so wonderful to be a mom and dad's child."
Tang Mingli was stunned, frozen in place, unable to move, and barely managed to stop crying by covering her mouth with her hands.
But while he kept his mouth shut, his eyes became the outlet, and the tear that had been welling up inside grew bigger and bigger until it finally rolled down.
Fu Yu fell asleep quickly after saying this.
Tang Mingli's tears flowed even more unrestrainedly.
She thought that no mother could remain calm after hearing her child say that.
Tang Mingli didn't know how long she had been crying, she only knew that her eyes would definitely be swollen when she woke up the next day.
Even after the tears stopped, she still couldn't fall asleep.
Listening to her daughter's even breathing, she thought about many things.
Thinking about the unhappy childhood of my parents, I long for the comfortable life I have since come into this world.
Many things that I couldn't let go of, I let go of tonight.
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Because she went to bed very late last night, Tang Mingli also woke up quite late the next day.
When we went downstairs, my father-in-law and mother-in-law had gone for a walk in the park, and my grandfather had gone to play chess with his friends. Only my grandmother was practicing calligraphy in the study.
Tang Mingli walked over, wanting to see what her grandmother had written today.
When I got closer and saw the large "Harmony in the Family Brings Prosperity in All Things" sign, I couldn't help but smile.
The elders really love these words.
She didn't notice that her eyes were even more swollen when she smiled.
When Madam Fu noticed, she asked with concern, "Why are your eyes so swollen?"
Tang Mingli knew that she couldn't avoid this question today, so she honestly repeated what her daughter had said last night to her grandmother.
Upon hearing this, Madam Fu's eyes also welled up with tears.
"Xiaoyu is such a heartwarming child."
This is an exclamation, not a question.
Madam Fu looked at her granddaughter-in-law and gave her a small suggestion to reduce the swelling.
"Should I apply a towel to it?"
Tang Mingli shook her head: "It's okay, it will go away on its own in a couple of days anyway."
Of course, Madam Fu knew, but considering that her grandson was coming back today, she was afraid that he might have concerns about her appearance.
Upon hearing the words "appearance concerns" from her grandmother, Tang Mingli's smile widened.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Guihua had already reheated breakfast and brought it directly into the study for Tang Mingli to eat.
Tang Mingli ate breakfast while watching her grandmother practice calligraphy; the scene was both eerie and peaceful.
Grandma's handwriting has improved again compared to last year, but her handwriting has remained the same for several years.
Now she has figured something out.
She had always held a grudge in her past life, always thinking that she had written such beautiful handwriting as a child and was praised by her teacher. She believed that if her hand hadn't been injured by a bad classmate, she would definitely have become a calligrapher.
He held a grudge for half his life, and even after being reborn in this world, he kept thinking about it for the first few years.
But now, she has truly let go of it.
Like many others, she may have made the mistake of romanticizing the path she never took.
It feels so good to be free of guilt.
She didn't suddenly lose interest in calligraphy after letting go of the past; on the contrary, she became more pure in her pursuit of it.
Passion without burdens allows one to enjoy the joy of it even more.
Tang Mingli finished her breakfast slowly, and Madam Fu put down her pen at about the same time.
The two went to the living room.
As soon as they sat down, Zhang Guihua served them hot tea.
Madam Fu took a sip and suddenly sighed, "Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, you've been married into the Fu family for fifteen years."
Although she didn't know why her grandmother suddenly had such feelings, she deeply agreed with her.
"Yes, happy times always pass by too quickly. In the blink of an eye, I have been living a good life in the Fu family for fifteen years."
When Madam Fu saw that her granddaughter-in-law hadn't picked up on anything else from her words, she secretly laughed and scolded the child for being heartless.
Undeterred, she continued to remind him, "The TV said that five years is the wooden wedding anniversary, and what is fifteen years again?"
This really stumped Tang Mingli.
All she knew was that fifty years was the golden wedding anniversary, thanks to a very popular TV series of the same name.
Unable to answer, Tang Mingli could only laugh and say, "Grandma is so trendy, she actually knows these things."
Madam Fu was at her wit's end; if she kept reminding her, she would probably have to tell him the truth.
Never mind, I won't say anything more.
She's already a mother, yet she's still so heartless. It's a good thing she married into a family like theirs, otherwise she doesn't know how much she'd suffer.
Not long after, Fu Cheng'an and his wife, who had gone out for a walk, returned.
Perhaps due to exercise, Fu's mother's complexion was noticeably rosy.
Seeing her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sitting together drinking tea, she joined them.
Fu Cheng'an felt he was being a bit superfluous, so he went into the study to read the newspaper.
After drinking half a cup of tea, Madam Fu said with a smile, "Today, Cheng'an and I took a walk in the alley behind the park. In fifteen years, so much has changed."
Something about what she said sounded off, but Tang Mingli couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"I still remember fifteen years ago, the trees on both sides were not even as tall as a person. Fifteen years later, they are almost as tall as a two-story building."
Tang Mingli suddenly had a look of realization on her face.
She knew something was wrong; her mother-in-law had been talking about it for fifteen years.
What's going on today? Why are both Grandma and Mother-in-law so sentimental about time?
However, before she could investigate further, she heard the sound of a key unlocking the door.
The three generations of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, sharing a deep understanding, immediately guessed that Fu Ci had returned.
When the door was pushed open, and they saw that it was indeed Fu Ci who came in, all three of them showed happy smiles.
Tang Mingli stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Is the road condition alright?"
Fu Ci smiled and nodded. "It's alright."
Suddenly, his smile froze as he noticed his wife's swollen eyes and asked urgently, "What happened to your eyes?"
If it's swollen like that, it's either from illness or from crying.
Regardless of the reason, it made Fu Ci very worried.
Tang Mingli rubbed her eyes, only managing to say, "I was moved to tears by my daughter last night."
Hearing the noise, Fu Cheng'an also came out of the study.
Upon seeing his son, like any shy father, he said, "You're back."
Fu Ci nodded and called out, "Dad."
The living room, which originally housed three people, now accommodates five.
Oh no, it immediately became six again.
Grandpa Fu, who was playing chess with his friends, came back and angrily shouted as soon as he entered the door: "I never want to play chess with Old Li again. He has no sportsmanship at all."
After saying that, seeing her grandson, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, sitting in the living room, she also said, "You're back."
His tone and demeanor were not so much like Fu Cheng'an's, but exactly the same.
Fu's mother knew she shouldn't laugh, but she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
When she smiled, Tang Mingli's lips curled up even more.
Thank God, Fu Ci didn't turn out like his father. Otherwise, with three generations of bastards in front of him, there would be no way to make a living.
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Author's Note: It's almost the end of the month! Those of you with nutrient solution, could you please water your plants? [Let me see...]
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