Chapter 184: Happy Copy
The early morning sunlight just filled the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, spreading a gentle golden gauze on the beige floor.
Su Nian tiptoed out of the bedroom and heard childish conversation coming from the children's room.
"Sister, I'll build you a castle." Four-year-old Baoer lay on the carpet, holding up a pair of green building blocks and handing them to half-year-old Nuoyi. Her voice was as soft as freshly baked marshmallows.
Nuoyi was wrapped in a beige jumpsuit, like a plump glutinous rice dumpling. His little hands were clutching the corner of his brother's clothes. His eyes were shining like black grapes. He was laughing with bubbles, and his saliva wet a small part of Baoer's sleeve.
"Pass it slowly, don't touch my sister's face." Si Yan came out of the kitchen with fried eggs and toast, and the morning light danced between the folds of his apron.
Su Nian naturally took the cup of milk from his hand, and their fingertips touched inadvertently.
Si Yan lowered his head to smooth the hair around her ears, and gave her a warm and romantic good morning kiss. His voice was hoarse from the morning: "Hurry up and finish your meal and go to work. I'll send Baoer to kindergarten and then come back to accompany Nuoyi. I don't have classes until this afternoon."
When Baoer heard the word "kindergarten", he immediately jumped up and hugged Si Yan's legs: "Finish building this little house first, and then go. It will be a castle for your sister!" He pointed at the building blocks scattered on the ground, his eyes shining so brightly that people couldn't refuse.
Si Yan bent down, lifted his son above his head, and turned him around.
Baoer's laughter filled the room like a bell. Noy was lying in the stroller, his little head following his father's movements, and his little hands were grabbing in the air, as if trying to catch those invisible particles of happiness.
Su Nian leaned against the door frame, looking at the father and his two sons bathed in the morning light, feeling particularly warm.
Every morning, Si Yan always gets up quietly to take care of the two children and make breakfast, as if he is afraid of waking up his wife. He is simply a master of housework.
Zhang Minghua pushed the door open and walked in on time.
While her daughter-in-law had to rush to work and her son sent Baoer to kindergarten, she happened to be looking after little Nuoyi with the nanny, feeding her complementary food, changing her diapers, doing early education, and taking good care of her granddaughter.
Su Hong followed Chen Ran to the south and would have to stay for a while before returning to Jiangcheng. So, Zhang Minghua took the initiative to come over and "take over".
Si Yan and Su Nian can live such a leisurely life thanks to the meticulous support of their family elders.
In the park on Sunday, the leaves of the sycamore trees were swirling and falling, covering the ground like a light yellow velvet carpet. The leaves of the ginkgo trees were even brighter, and when the wind blew, they fluttered down, covering the ground with golden color.
Si Yan squatted beside the stroller, holding the pair of soft socks with pink strawberry prints in his hands. For the tenth time, he patiently put them on little Nuoyi's feet carefully. "Be good, your feet are cold. Put them on to warm them up."
Before he finished speaking, Noyi's two little feet kicked lightly, and the socks he had just put on slipped off in an instant.
This little rascal seemed to have found a perfect new game. Whenever her father finally managed to put on her socks, she would babble and wave her chubby lotus-root-like legs around. The moment the socks fell off, she would open her little mouth and giggle.
He showed his two little baby teeth that had just emerged, with saliva dripping down his chin, but he did not forget to raise his little face and give his father a smug "successful" look. He was such a clever little boy.
Su Nian took out a tissue from her bag and handed it over, smiling and scolding: "You little rascal, you only know how to bully your daddy, don't you?" The doting in her tone was even warmer than the autumn sun above her head.
Under the ginkgo tree not far away, Baoer was squatting on the ground picking up leaves.
He pinched the edge of the leaves with his little hands, as if afraid of breaking them, and put the golden ginkgo leaves one by one into the small bucket he carried with him.
Occasionally, she would pick out a piece of paper with a perfect shape and run towards Su Nian, holding it up and saying in a crisp little voice, "Mom! This one looks great! I'll use it as a bookmark for my sister!"
The autumn wind blew gently, the little bells hanging on the stroller jingled, and the fallen leaves swirled around my feet.
Baoer's childish words, Nuoyi's babbling, Si Yan's whispers when he lowered his head to coax the child, Su Nian's irrepressible laughter, these tiny sounds intertwined together, weaving the most moving chords in daily life.
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