It was a quiet late night in New York.

Sijun finally finished her last painting.

She was so tired that she couldn't even straighten her back, but she was very satisfied with her painting, which would allow her to participate in the exhibition tomorrow.

As long as the painting could be sold, she and the babies would be saved.

Thinking of the babies, she slapped her forehead hard, and she actually forgot to cook for the children.

She came down from the studio in the attic and saw the two children sleeping together on the sofa.

The two fair and pink little faces leaning against each other were so cute.

Looking at the two little guys, Sijun felt warm in her heart. She took the woolen blanket beside her and covered them, then got up and went to the kitchen.

When she went in, she saw that the kitchen was in a mess, as if it had been looted.

On the bar at the side, there was a plate with another plate upside down on it.

When she took the plate off, she saw that it actually contained a mushy fried egg, half-cooked bacon, and a piece of toast that hadn't even had the edges cut off.

It was obvious at first glance that it was the work of two little guys.

But she felt warm in her heart, satisfied and moved.

She poured all the food into a box, heated it in the microwave, and then took it out, sitting alone at the bar and eating slowly.

The first one to wake up was her son, Bo Yao.

"Mommy, are you done?" Bo Yao got off the sofa and walked towards her.

He was only five years old, but he was more stable and mature than other children, and there was a trace of someone between his eyebrows.

Sijun looked at his face and was stunned for a moment. Recently, she has been missing someone more and more frequently, and it has really increased rather than decreased.

"Mommy, what are you thinking about?" Bo Yao came to her side, twisted his little body to climb onto the chair and sat down.

"Nothing." Sijun shook her head lightly, looking at the food in front of her thoughtfully.

"I know you are thinking about Daddy." Bo Yao had an expression that he had seen through everything.

Sijun pursed her lips, "I'm not."

"Alas, Mommy, it's useless for you to deny it. You have never forgotten it in the past five years, and it's normal for you to want a man alone." Bo Yao began to talk to her about the philosophy of life like a little adult.

"Ahem..." Sijun coughed lightly, "Is this what I told you?"

"In the book." Bo Yao replied.

Sijun was speechless. Are the books that children read recently so profound?

"Don't say such things in the future. I'm not thinking about men." Sijun said nitpickingly.

Bo Yao crossed his arms, with an expression that said, "Don't hide it anymore," and said lightly, "Mommy, your behavior has betrayed you. How can you mix milk with a fork?"

Si Jun was startled, and when she looked down, she saw that she had put the fork in her hand into the milk cup, using it like a spoon.

Her face quickly turned dark, "Hurry up and go to bed!"

Bo Yao shrugged, somewhat helpless.

He climbed down the stool, walked to the room, took out his pajamas and began to change clothes.

Sijun came in holding her daughter. Her daughter recognized her as soon as she smelled the faint scent of paint on her. She hung on her like a koala and said coquettishly, "Mommy, Mommy, Nongnong loves you."

"Mommy loves Nongnong too. Be good and go to sleep." Sijun put her on the bed and took the pajamas handed by Bo Yao and put them on the half-asleep Nongnong.

Nongnong was like a rag doll, letting her do whatever she wanted. Her long and dense eyelashes trembled, which was very cute.

After changing into pajamas, she tucked in the quilt and kissed her on the forehead, "Good night, baby."

"Good night, Mommy." Nongnong said in a baby voice and in a daze.

She got up and walked to another bed. Bo Yao had already changed into pajamas and was lying on it alone, covered with a blanket.

Seeing her son so independent, Sijun felt very sad.

She sat down and kissed Bo Yao on the forehead, saying in an apologetic voice: "Xiaoyao, you have worked hard."

"Mommy, I am not tired." Bo Yao showed his white teeth and smiled brightly.

Sijun rubbed his hair, "Go to sleep."

"Mommy, good night."

"Good night."

The next day.

A heavy snow came as expected.

Sijun hesitated whether to take the two little guys with her.

Bo Yao said, "Mommy, we have to go. We are worried about you being alone."

"Yeah." Nongnong nodded vigorously and said caringly, "Yes, Mommy, we will worry."

Sijun nodded with a sweet feeling in her heart, "Okay, then you should wear your hats, scarves and gloves, okay?"

"Yes!" The two little guys responded and went to prepare immediately.

Sijun put on a black horn button coat, without changing the creamy white sweater and black tweed skirt inside. She wore a pair of snow boots on her feet, matched with the painter's hat on her head, giving people a very forest girl feeling, very fresh and feminine.

Especially her pair of charming peach blossom eyes, which make people feel physically and mentally agitated every time they look at them.

Ding Dong, the doorbell rang.

Sijun walked to the door and opened it. When she saw the person coming, she was stunned for a moment. "Dieliang, why are you here?"

He should be at the venue at this time.

Shao Dieliang shook off the snow on his body, smiled slightly, showing his fangs, "How can I leave you and the children to the assistant, not to mention that it is inconvenient for you."

"It's okay, I can do it alone." Sijun really didn't want to bother him.

In the past five years in New York, he really helped her a lot.

This made her very grateful, but the previous lesson told her not to owe others too much, otherwise she would not be able to pay it back.

"Okay, don't say anything. I'll move your paintings to the car first." Shao Dieliang came in and looked around the room.

"Put them on the coffee table." Sijun said.

Shao Dieliang walked over, moved the two paintings down together and put them in the car.

When he turned back, Nie Xunhuan, Bo Yao and Nongnong had already come out.

"Shao Daddy!" Nongnong, wearing a pair of maroon snow boots like Sijun, ran towards Shao Dieliang.

Shao Dieliang was extremely moved by the call of Shao Daddy, and he hugged Nongnong's soft little body into his arms and lifted her up high.

Nongnong screamed and was very happy.

Bo Yao was very sensible and helped Sijun down the stairs.

Yes, Sijun's right leg is not very convenient to walk, and she needs a cane.

This is the sequelae of the car accident five years ago.

Shao Dieliang saw her coming, his eyes flashing with pity, "After the exhibition is over, I will take you to Germany. I have already contacted the doctors there. There is still hope for your leg."

"It's good like this now." Sijun curled her lips lightly, "Let's go."

Shao Dieliang nodded, put down Nong Nong, and let her and Bo Yao sit in the baby chair in the back seat.

After Sijun got in the car, he started the car and drove to the venue.