Ping An led Old Lady Cheng into the house and pointed at Zhou Jiao: "Grandma, please help me supervise my mother. Don't let her get tired, otherwise I won't have a brother anymore."
Old Mrs. Cheng saw three people in the living room, no, it should be two people, one was busy climbing up to take down the curtain cloth, and the other was moving and waiting to step up, they were busy in full swing.
She smiled and said, "It's okay. Your mother is sitting here. Honey, take a look at what you don't like. We've replaced everything during the New Year cleaning."
Ping An really suspected he'd found the wrong person. He stole a glance at the old lady and saw she was staring at his mother. It seemed his grandfather was right again: it's better to rely on yourself than on others.
The little guy sighed secretly and rubbed Zhou Jiao's legs: "Mom, you don't love me anymore."
Zhou Jiao, who had been greeting Old Lady Cheng, immediately laughed and scolded, "Nonsense. Didn't Mom and Dad say you're our favorite eldest son?"
Zhang Guoqing stopped and said, "Good son, come here, help daddy check if it's hanging right, or if it's crooked?"
Mrs. Cheng smiled and patted his head: "We will always love our good boy the most. No matter how many brothers and sisters you have in the future, you will always be our favorite good boy."
Ping Anle's eyes curved, his face stern as he suppressed his joy, and he nodded seriously: "Grandma, I love you the most, too. I'm going to help my dad."
Zhang Guoqing felt a pang of sadness as he watched his son approach with such pretentiousness. From the initial ecstasy of learning he had a younger brother to his constant clinging to his wife, the little guy lacked a sense of security.
Putting down what he was holding, he squatted down, picked up the child, and kissed his little face. "We'll be done with it soon. Daddy will take you to the street to buy your favorite firecrackers, okay?"
Ping An hugged his neck tightly and shook his head. "You can't spend money recklessly now that you have a younger brother. He costs a lot of money. Dad, I'll help you raise your younger brother in the future."
Zhang Guoqing was so touched that he touched the top of his child's head and said, "No need. Dad can make money. Whatever you want in the future, Dad will buy it for you first."
Ping An, who was lying on his shoulder, narrowed his eyes and said, "I'd better forget it. My mother has started knitting small sweaters. I'm not stingy. You can buy some for your brother in the future."
Zhang Guoqing couldn't help but notice the sour tone. He glared at Zhou Jiao, who was busy chatting with the old lady. This silly daughter-in-law is really stupid!
"Baby, you've wronged your mother. Your mother couldn't bear to give your sweater to your brother, so she started knitting it. Look, you can even use new diapers, but didn't your mother always say that your brother should use your old ones in the future?"
Ping An looked at Zhou Jiao when he heard that.
"Dad will tell you a secret. Your mom hid your new clothes and gave your old ones to your brother. In our hearts, you are the best treasure."
Ping An turned his head to look at him, and nervously crossed his fingers: "You won't dislike me just because you have a brother, right? Grandpa will still like me the most when he comes back, right?"
"Little fool. Have you forgotten that your grandpa said you are the eldest son, so of course he likes you the most. Look, your grandma knows that your mother is pregnant, doesn't she still love you the most?"
After finishing the renovation of the living room, Zhang Guoqing was worried about his son's problem. He ignored his buddies' desperate calls and found an excuse to refuse to go out.
After sending off Old Lady Cheng, who had been holding Zhou Jiao's hand and giving her orders, he winked at his wife and returned to the bedroom with his son. He couldn't correct outsiders, but he and his wife had to communicate well to avoid hurting their child's young heart.
In the study, Zhang Guoqing held his son on his lap and hugged him. When he saw his wife come in, he pointed to the chair opposite and motioned Zhou Jiao to sit down before talking.
Zhou Jiao looked at his face. It was so serious. Could something else have happened? She stared at Zhang Guoqing: "Is there something wrong with the Cheng family?"
Zhang Guoqing touched his son's head, shook his head, and motioned her to look at the child.
Zhou Jiao saw the child looking at her eagerly, and something in her mind moved: "Baby, do you not like brothers and sisters? If you don't want them, then mommy doesn't want them either."
Ping An quickly shook his head: "No, that's my brother."
Zhou Jiao frowned in distress. "But Mom seems to feel sorry for Ping An. Look, I can't even hold you right now, nor can I go ice skating with you to build snowmen. And when your little brother is born, he'll be so young and definitely not as sensible as you. Then Mom will have to spend even more time educating him, and the time I spend with you will become even less."
Ping An rolled his dark eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head: "But I want a biological brother. Everyone has brothers, sisters, and sisters, but I don't."
Zhou Jiao nodded in agreement. "Your father and I thought the same thing at the beginning. No matter how good others are, they are not as close as brothers and sisters who share the same blood as you."
Zhang Guoqing suppressed his laughter as he watched his wife's nonsense. Who said that blood relatives weren't necessarily family?
"Mom, they fight too."
Zhou Jiao nodded with a smile in her eyes. "That makes a lot of sense. It all depends on how you educate your brother. You'll be six after the New Year. Why did Mom wait until you're that old to have another child? Because you can control him. In two years, when Mom and Dad go back to work, your brother will be your responsibility."
Zhang Guoqing explained, "When we start working, you will be seven or eight years old, and your brother will only be one or two. You can teach him how to speak and how to behave. He can't fight with you since he's too young, so he has to listen to you. Even if your parents aren't around, he can still play with you, so you won't be lonely."
Ping'an was a smart child and nodded slightly as they spoke.
Zhou Jiao continued, "When your father was a child, your uncle loved him very much. Ask your father to tell you about his three brothers, and you will understand what brothers are like."
Zhang Guoqing, who took over, looked at his son's serious attitude, thought for a while and began to describe one by one the kindness his older brothers and sisters had shown him when he was a child.
At the end, as his memory became clearer, he also began to talk about his second brother and second sister, and inserted the thoughts of each brother and sister.
From childhood to adulthood, the details of the past twenty years unfolded as Zhang Guoqing narrated the story. Zhou Jiao stood up and left quietly.
She was worried that she would transfer her negative energy to her son, making the little boy as wary of human nature as she was.
She could teach her son a thing or two about any topic, but when it came to the future relationships between her sons, she could only play dumb and avoid it.
For the wounded Zhou Jiao, all the talk of brothers and sisters was fake. Throughout the ages, the deep love between brothers has always been less common than fratricide.
In a person's life, from the moment they open their eyes to the time they grow up, with the temptations of the outside world, and then to starting their own families, the once blood brothers and sisters have become selfish and pursue their own goals. Where is the deep brotherhood? If there is any, how many people only give without expecting anything in return?
Standing in the yard, Zhou Jiao's thoughts surged, and she subconsciously touched her belly. She could only try her best not to be partial, educate the children well, and leave the future for later.
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