Chapter 402
After they took a bath, Wang Jiazhi ate ice cream with the kitten. He rested his head on the pillow and saw that the two kittens, one big and one small, were wearing the same dark purple nightgown, and both had long hair that had just been washed and blow-dried.
The kitten sat on her lap. She ate a few bites and then gave the kitten a bite. The thing was too cold, so she only dared to give her a little. After the daughter had eaten two or three bites, the mother said, "You can't eat anymore. When you grow up, you can eat a whole ice cream."
The kitten was very obedient, nodded, and stopped eating, watching her mother eat the remaining ice cream. When she got to the cone of egg rolls, she asked the kitten to bite off a few pieces of the crispy egg rolls.
Wang Jiazhi's mouth was covered in ice cream and egg roll crumbs. After eating, she licked her lips with her tongue, just like a kitten. Her daughter did the same, licking her lips. After eating the ice cream, the kitten stretched out its two hands and held hands with its mother. They were exactly the same, a big cat and a small cat. He looked so adorable.
Wang Jiazhi is getting younger and younger. She takes care of children just like he does, very carefully. But when you see her taking care of children, sometimes it seems like an older child is taking care of a smaller child.
If she goes out on the street with her child now, many people she meets will not be able to tell whether she is the mother or the sister.
It wasn't too early for her to have children, but her baby face made her look younger. Now that she's taken better care of herself and dressed differently, her age is even less apparent. If she were to wear that plaid shirt or blue cotton shirt again, she wouldn't be out of place as a high school student. She's also started growing again, and is still growing; her height and certain parts of her body are still growing.
After finishing the ice cream, she took a green apple, made some puree for the child, who ate half of the apple, and she ate the other half herself.
"Just like your dad, he only likes to eat this green one."
After finishing their snacks, the kitten climbed onto him and started to act cute. The older cat also came over, and now both of them were nestled in his arms.
"Do you think I should get a bang?"
Thick, eyebrow-length bangs are in fashion these days. Last time I went to dinner, I saw that both Mrs. Xiao's daughter and Mrs. Liao's second daughter had bangs.
"You can cut it if you want."
"I'm asking you~"
At this time, the white cat at home meowed and came over to snuggle with them.
"Ask me, then don't cut it. Your forehead is so beautiful, it would be a shame to cover it with bangs."
He stroked his daughter's hair and she reached out to touch the cat.
"I think so too. I've never had bangs before."
"Bangs block luck."
Wang Jiazhi realized something and said, "So you all comb your hair up to expose your forehead."
"No, they are all like this. It looks more solemn."
She stroked his hair, which was hanging down after taking a shower, making him look very young and a bit like a little boy. She actually thought that he looked easy to get along with and easy to deceive.
She laughed and said, "Are you afraid that if you don't comb your hair up, you won't look awesome?"
"ah!?"
Old Yi really never knew that when he was young, he was always like that, with a pair of innocent big eyes and a smile at people. That kind of pure innocence, like the warmth of spring flowers, was extremely deceptive to people. Even now, the lingering sound of that still lingers in my mind.
But now only Wang Jiazhi can hear this lingering sound.
The kitten lay on his chest, she rested her head on his arm, and stroked the kitten's back with one hand.
It was still daylight outside. A gust of wind blew in, making the white gauze curtains flutter like a pair of water sleeves swinging back and forth.
The pots of lotus he planted have bloomed one after another. The white one in the room is called Chanjuan. The petals are very wide and large, and it looks very dignified and generous. The room is filled with the faint fragrance of lotus flowers.
Ever since the lotus seedlings were planted, whenever he was at home, he would go to each pot almost every day to see if they had sprouted. No matter what age a person is, he still has childish qualities.
At that time, he brought back a pattern book for her to choose from, to see which kinds of plants to plant. It should have been sent by the flower garden. It had a rough outline drawn on it, with the colors marked next to it.
Because it had been so long since they'd been planted, Wang Jiazhi had forgotten which flower was in which pot. To her surprise, he still remembered. Following his instructions, she wrote the name on each pot, waiting to see if it matched when the flowers bloomed. At least the three pots that were in bloom matched.
There are two pots of blooming plants, one of which is called "Crane Lying in Snow" and is placed in the living room. Its petals are layered white, starting from the outside and becoming smaller and denser as it goes inward, resembling a lotus pedestal. In the center, there are many tender green cylindrical stamens gathered into a center that looks like half a hydrangea, and a circle of light yellow velvety stamens surrounds the center.
Another pot, called Xi Hong Yi, was placed in her study. The pale pink petals, as thin as a cicada's wing, formed a large, tall flower.
They chatted for a while before checking their daughter's skin for eczema. It was so hot these days, and he kept telling the nanny to be careful and watch out for eczema. He checked his own skin every day, too.
After playing with the little one for a while, she saw it was already dark outside. She went to the kitchen to cut up the chilled watermelon and other fruits. Wang Jiazhi also had a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and was very determined to pick out every single watermelon seed.
They fed the little one what little she could eat, and then he held the child while she fed him some fruit.
The child is surprisingly obedient. When we tell her not to eat these things, she just refuses to eat them and doesn't cry or make a fuss when she sees them eating.
He told the children a nursery rhyme:
The sugarcane festival in the first month of the year is long.
In February, the green fruits turn yellow at both ends.
The plums in March are sour,
In April, the streets are full of yellow loquats.
In May, bayberries are as red as fire.
In the middle of the lotus pond in June,
Everyone loves lychees in July.
The apples in August are fragrant,
In September, chestnuts open their mouths.
In October, the garden is filled with the fragrance of kumquats.
In November, oranges are red and orange,
In December, the flesh of yellow water chestnuts is crispy and soft.
He smiled and said, "Your grandma taught me this when I was a child."
The kitten said words like "plum", "apple" and "lotus pod" very well. Some of them could even form coherent sentences. She is now trying hard to learn to speak.
She smiled and said, "Your grandmother taught me that too."
In the first month of the year, hundreds of flowers bloom in the clouds.
February apricot blossoms herald the arrival of spring,
In March, peach blossoms are as red as fire.
In April, reed flowers bloom on the ground.
In May, the heart of the gardenia is yellow,
In June, the pond is full of lotus flowers.
In July, water lilies cover the water surface.
In August, the whole village is filled with the fragrance of sweet osmanthus.
In September, the chrysanthemums are as yellow as brocade,
In October, the orange trees turn yellow,
In November, the sky is full of snowflakes,
The plum blossoms in December are not afraid of the cold.
The kitten leaned her head in his arms and yawned. She seemed sleepy.
They asked her to sleep in the middle, and one of them reached out a hand to pat her to sleep.
He said, "This is what my grandmother taught me."
Rock, rock, rock to Grandma's Bridge,
Buy a crucian carp and grill it.
The head is not cooked, the tail is burnt,
Pour into a bowl and cook.
White rice, fish soup.
The baby comes to shake again after eating.
Rock, rock, rock to Grandma's Bridge,
Grandma calls me a good baby,
A packet of sugar, a packet of fruit,
There are also dumplings and cakes.
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "I learned something similar when I was a kid. I learned it in school, singing in our local dialect. I went home and played it for my mother, who was from Shanghai, so she didn't quite understand."
She clapped her hands and sang in Cantonese:
The moonlight illuminates the underworld,
Shrimp, get off the bed as soon as you can.
I heard that my mother was about to plant rice seedlings.
Grandpa goes up the hill to watch the cows.
Shrimp, grow up quickly.
Help grandpa to look after the cattle and sheep.
The moonlight illuminates the underworld,
Shrimp, get off the bed as soon as you can.
I heard that my father wanted to catch fish and shrimp.
Grandma would weave the web until dawn.
Shrimp, grow up quickly.
He is even better at plowing the fields and casting nets.
It was the first time he'd heard her speak Cantonese, and he thought it was beautiful. He'd spent two years in Guangzhou and could speak some Cantonese, but he still wasn't used to it. He'd also heard Cantonese opera once, and while it wasn't unpleasant, it wasn't deeply moving. He couldn't listen to either Peking opera or Cantonese opera. But Wang Jiazhi's singing was different, a gentle, serene, and comfortable feeling.
He thought it was particularly nice to talk to her.
She said happily, "Really?"
By this time, their daughter had already fallen asleep. He smiled and said, "Go on singing, and get me to sleep too."
"Okay, I'll put you to sleep too."
She smiled and ruffled his hair, then he patted their daughter and she reached over and patted him to sleep.
The rain is pouring down.
The streets are flooded.
Carrying firewood to sell on the street,
The sister-in-law is wearing flowery shoes.
It rained heavily, the streets were flooded, and the brother carried firewood to sell on the street.
My sister-in-law wore flowery shoes when she went out.
Flower shoes, flower socks, flower belts, and pearl butterflies on both sides.
On a quiet summer night, melodious singing came from the window, blending with the chirping of crickets outside.
They sang songs to their children, and the children fell asleep peacefully in their parents' arms, listening to the soft songs.
They also thought of their own relatives, who once fell asleep peacefully in the arms of their mothers and grandmothers, listening to the nursery rhymes they sang. But they were all gone long ago.
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