"Qian Min was doing homework this morning and didn't come out." He Yanfeng evaded the point and said, "We came out for a walk and saw that your house was open, so we came to visit."
"Is that so?" Yang Si didn't notice anything unusual, and smiled gently on her slightly plump pregnant face: "Our two families are really destined to be together. Our children play well together, and now we are even neighbors."
Yang Yun's eyes fell on Yang Si's belly, and after a pause, he asked, "You are seven months pregnant now, how do you feel?"
"He's a little noisy." Yang Si lowered her eyes and touched her belly, smiling and said, "When I was pregnant with Chenchen, he was very quiet. This child is not like his brother. I wonder if he will be a little troublemaker when he grows up."
"Little troublemakers are also good." Jiang Zhuo washed the fruit and put it on the table, smiling at He Yanfeng and his wife: "Eat some fruit, little troublemakers will be lively."
"That's right." Yang Si held Jiang Chen's hand and said with a smile, "The eldest son is sensible, and the youngest daughter is noisy. My wish of having one son and one daughter will be fulfilled."
He Yanfeng held Yang Yun's hand, pressed it calmly, and said with a smile: "You already know it's a daughter?"
"I don't know." Yang Si smiled and shook his head: "It's just that since we already have Chenchen, we want to have another daughter, and Chenchen has always wanted to have a sister."
"A boy is not bad either." Jiang Zhuo touched Yang Si's belly as if to comfort her and said to her, "What if it's a boy later? Don't say that in front of the child."
Yang Si laughed: "It's still in the stomach, what can I hear?"
"This is prenatal education." Jiang Zhuo insisted on his own way. He reached over Yang Si and grabbed Jiang Chen's hand. "Come on, son, tell your brother or sister that you like both boys and girls."
Jiang Chen was helpless. Jiang Zhuo pulled his hand to put it on Yang Si's belly. Suddenly, he felt a small beating. His eyes lit up and he touched it gently. Yang Si smiled and said, "Every time you touch mom's belly, it seems that she can feel you. It seems that she really likes brother."
"Every time I touch you, there's no movement." Jiang Zhuo said jealously, "Don't you like daddy?"
"It moved!" Yang Si turned to look at Jiang Zhuo: "Did you feel it?"
"I feel it." Jiang Zhuo immediately laughed, "It seems that you like dad too."
The three of them put their hands together, their eyes full of soft smiles in anticipation of new life. Yang Yun hid the sadness in her eyes and held He Yanfeng's hand tightly.
After returning, Yang Yun often lost consciousness. He Yanfeng knew the reason and left her alone.
There were a few chairs and a tea table beside the hot spring in the courtyard. Yang Yun was staring in one direction in a trance. The tea on the stove was boiling, and smoke was rising, but she didn't notice it.
He Qianjian's eyes flickered slightly, and he walked to sit next to Yang Yun, took a teacup and poured a cup of tea, and put it next to Yang Yun: "Mom, have a sip of tea."
Yang Yun came back to her senses. When she saw He Qianjian, a trace of disappointment flashed across her eyes. She pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled, "I don't really feel like drinking now. You drink it yourself."
"Are you unhappy?" He Qianjian drank a sip of tea and said with concern, "I noticed that you didn't seem to be in a good mood after you came back this morning."
Yang Yun looked away and smiled: "Mom is not unhappy at all, but you, how are you feeling these days?"
He Qianjian tightened his grip on the teacup, lowered his head to cover up, and smiled bitterly, "I don't know either. I'm very confused and don't know what to do. I never thought this would happen."
Yang Yun pursed her lips and raised her hand to touch his head, but she stopped in mid-air for some reason. She retracted her hand and said, "It's normal to find it hard to accept when you first learn about this. You will slowly accept it after a while."
"Mom." He Qianjian raised his head: "Can I not go back to the Jiang family? I don't know Jiang Chen's parents at all, and I have never seen them. I only know that you and dad are my parents, and I only want to recognize you. Please don't let me go to the Jiang family, okay."
Yang Yun's heart seemed to be tugged by something, and the forced smile on his face faded.
If He Qianjian had always had this idea and didn't want to go to the Jiang family, then what about Jiang Chen? Did he also not want to go back to the He family, so he always thought about the Jiang family's parents, wanted to postpone telling Yang Yun and Jiang Zhuo the truth, and treated the Jiang family's parents differently from her and He Yanfeng.
Yang Yun was lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking about. He Qianjian frowned, impatience and anxiety appeared in his eyes, which turned into worry before Yang Yun looked over. "What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Yang Yun looked at He Qianjian straight in the eye. His face, which always wore a gentle smile, was expressionless, and his voice seemed a little colder: "Qianjian, you and Chenchen have been in different identities for eighteen years. During these eighteen years, our two families have missed a lot. It's not just me who wants to make it up to Chenchen. I think when your biological parents know your identity, they will want to make it up to you like me. I know it may be difficult for you to accept this reality now, but I hope you can think carefully about your biological parents and give them a chance to make it up to you."
"But in my opinion, you and my dad are my biological parents." He Qianjian squatted down, lay on Yang Yun's legs, and looked up at her: "Mom, I only want to be your and dad's son, not the Jiang family's son."
Yang Yun lowered her eyes. The He Qianjian in front of her seemed to overlap with the scene of Jiang Chen smiling and softly caressing Yang Si's belly. She pursed her lips and gently pushed He Qianjian's hand away: "Qianjian, this matter cannot be changed. You and Chenchen must return to your original positions. Your father and grandfather are right. You are an adult. Leaving home is a matter of time. Just think of it as leaving home early."
"But……"
"Can you let Mom be quiet for a while?" Yang Yun gently rubbed He Qianjian's head: "Mom really wants to be alone for a while now."
He Qianjian swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, lowered his eyes to hide the gloom in his eyes, nodded and stood up and said: "Then I will go out for a walk, don't catch a cold by yourself."
Yang Yun felt warm in her heart and smiled, "You should also put on one more piece of clothing before you go out. Although it's warmer here than at home, it's still easy to catch a cold if you're not careful."
"I see."
Walking out of the courtyard, He Qianjian's obedient smile disappeared instantly. He grabbed the door frame and frowned. Looking around at the authentic country buildings, his expression became even uglier.
"You are the second child of the He family, right?" A peasant woman passing by saw He Qianjian and pointed in a direction with a smile: "Your brother and sister are all playing over there. Are you going to look for them?"
He Qianjian adjusted his expression, which was still a little ugly, but in front of such a peasant woman, he was too lazy to pretend, "I won't go to find them."
"Why don't you go find them?" Seeing that he looked unhappy, the peasant woman asked enthusiastically, "Would you like to go to my house and have a seat? There are so many delicious foods at my house. You city kids probably haven't eaten them. The kid in Xiao Jiang's house who is about your age likes to eat my frozen sticky bean buns. Would you like to go get some?"
At first, He Qianjian wanted to refuse, but after hearing that Jiang Chen liked to eat, he agreed.
The peasant woman was warm and generous. After leading He Qianjian in, she took a bowl and filled it with a large bowl of frozen sticky bean curd for him. When she handed it to him, she smiled and said, "You can take this bowl back with you. When you're done, just bring it back to your aunt's house."
He Qianjian looked at the chipped and slightly yellowed bowl in his hand, retracted his hand with some disgust, but finally took it.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." The peasant woman waved her hand and said, "You kids are just being polite. Go and play."
He Qianjian carried the bowl out of the farmer's house, picked up a piece and took a bite, but he broke his teeth. He made a "Puh" sound, covered his mouth and threw the sticky bean bun away.
“You’re wasting food.”
A runny-nosed child appeared from somewhere, pointed his finger at He Qianjian, but his eyes were looking at the sticky rice dumplings in the grass.
He Qianjian glanced at the child's dirty clothes and turned to leave.
"You can't leave. You threw away food. You can't throw away food." The little boy grabbed He Qianjian's clothes and handed the sticky rice dumpling he picked up to He Qianjian: "This is yours."
"What does it have to do with you?" He Qianjian pulled out his clothes and said, "Go away and mind your own business."
The little boy grabbed He Qianjian again: "You are not allowed to leave."
He Qianjian's face darkened: "Don't think I don't beat children."
The little boy shrank his neck but held his hand without letting go.
He Qianjian stared at the little boy for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed with an ambiguous tone and raised the bowl in his hand: "Want to eat?"
The little boy sniffed and nodded honestly.
"You can eat if you want." He Qianjian picked up a frozen sticky bean bun, tossed it and nodded at the little boy, "Stand in front."
The little boy took a few steps obediently and said, "A little further forward."
"Okay, stop now." He Qianjian smiled and shook the sticky rice dumpling in his hand and said, "Just stand there. I'll throw it over. If you catch it, it's yours."
"Really?" The little boy's eyes lit up.
"Of course it's true."
The little boy held out his hand and struck a pose.
He Qianjian curled his lips into a smile and threw the sticky rice dumpling forward. The sticky rice dumpling fell into the mud two meters away from the little boy.
The little boy looked at the sticky rice dumpling in the mud with regret, then turned to look at He Qianjian again, pouting and saying, "You didn't throw it accurately, it fell to the ground."
He Qianjian smiled: "Then go pick it up."
The little boy shook his head: "It's in the mud. It's too dirty to eat."
He Qianjian didn't expect that a rural child would have so many rules. He rolled his eyes and laughed again: "I threw it and you caught it."
The little boy stared at the sticky rice dumplings in He Qianjian's hand and nodded.
He Qianjian's smile deepened and he threw the frozen sticky bean bun out with force.
The little boy saw the sticky rice dumpling flying towards him, his eyes lit up and he tried to catch it, but he was hit and screamed, and his eyes turned red in an instant.
He Qianjian smiled maliciously, "Continue."
One after another, sticky rice dumplings hit the little boy. He caught them and dodged them. Finally, he squatted down and hugged his head in pain.
He Qianjian threw away all the sticky rice dumplings in the bowl before he felt the anger in his heart was gone. He glanced at the child squatting on the street and was about to turn around and leave.
Suddenly there was a shout, "What are you doing!"
He Qianjian paused, looked around but saw no one. Thinking that the person speaking had a standard Yanshi accent, a trace of guilt flashed across his face. He lowered his head, quickened his pace and left in a hurry.
Yang Si held her belly and walked quickly to the little boy. She looked in the direction where the young boy disappeared. She lowered her head and said softly, "Little boy, stand up first and let Auntie see if you are injured."
The little boy's nose was red, and there was a red spot on his forehead, but he didn't cry. He loosened his hands holding his head, looked in the direction where He Qianjian left, breathed a sigh of relief, and pouted aggrievedly: "I'm going to tell my brother when I get back. Someone beat me up."
Yang Si was relieved to see that the little boy was not seriously injured. She felt amused and distressed when she heard his words: "Tell auntie where your home is and I will take you back."
"It's just in front." The little boy stretched out a finger and held Yang Si's hand in a familiar manner: "My brother and father and grandfather are also in front."
"Then Auntie will take you home." Yang Si's heart softened. She looked at the little boy's face carefully and saw that in addition to his forehead, his cheeks were also red. She frowned and cursed the young man in her heart. She said with concern: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts." The little boy pouted: "But it's okay, it only hurts a little."
Yang Si led him and walked with him while reminding him: "Go back and ask your parents to apply some medicine on you. Also, don't go out alone in the future. Let your brother accompany you, understand?"
The little boy blinked: "I don't have any medicine at home."
"How come you don't have medicine at home?" Yang Si smiled and said, "Tell your parents and they will apply medicine for you."
"I don't have a mother." The little boy said, "My brother said our mother is dead."
Yang Si was stunned and stopped: "Then go to your aunt's house first. I will give you medicine and then send you back."
The little boy was not on guard at all: "Okay."
Jiang Chen and Jiang Zhuo were very surprised when they saw Yang Si coming back with a little boy.
"Wife, whose child is this? Why did you bring him back?"
It would be fine if we didn't mention this. Yang Si got angry when she did. She took out the medicine box and applied medicine to the little boy while recounting what she saw. At the end, she was a little excited: "The boy looked quite old, but he actually bullied such a young child. He was really uneducated. I think he has antisocial tendencies."
"Mom, don't be angry. Did you see what he looked like?"
"I saw a profile." Yang Si said angrily: "When I recognize him, I will find his parents and ask them how they raised this child and why he is like this."
"According to what you said, the child is probably almost an adult or already an adult. It's useless for you to look for the parents."
"Why is it useless?" Yang Si said, "Even if he is an adult, he is still taught by them. A child like this will be a disaster when he enters society in the future! Talk to his parents before he enters society, maybe they can change their ways."
"Don't be angry anymore." Jiang Zhuo touched her back: "Be careful of miscarriage."
Yang Si gently applied the medicine to the little boy, rubbed his head comfortingly, and suddenly sighed. Jiang Zhuo said, "To raise a child like that, their parents must not be that good. I guess they won't be able to reason with them even if we go find them."
"Yes." Jiang Zhuo had long been accustomed to his wife's capricious behavior during pregnancy. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "That child will have no future. Don't worry about it. But after sending the child back, you must tell his parents not to let the child play outside alone anymore."
"That's right." Yang Si ordered Jiang Chen: "Chenchen, get some snacks for your brother, then send him back and remind that family, okay?"
Jiang Chen knew that he would be the one to run errands, so he stood up and accepted the task. He held the snacks that Yang Si had given to the little boy, and under his guidance, he took the little boy to the door of his home.
The yard door of the little boy's house was open. There were many cardboard boxes piled in the yard and people were walking around busily. Jiang Chen paused. He had thought that the boy was a villager's child, but now it seemed that he was the child of a family who had been allocated a house and moved here to spend the winter.
"elder brother!"
The little boy broke free from Jiang Chen's hand and ran forward with his short legs.
Jiang Chen looked up, and his eyes met with the young man who was also looking up at him, and they were both stunned.
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