Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua's first reaction was to suspect that the baby was an illegitimate child brought back by the father.
Is their father having an affair?
This idea is not good at all.
The two glared angrily at Song Darong and the little baby.
Song Fanxing didn't think about it that way. She knew how deep her father's love for her mother was, and that he would never betray her.
Song Darong led the little girl into the yard, closed the gate behind him, then picked up his daughter and smiled indulgently.
"Star, do you miss your dad?"
Song Fanxing pondered for a moment and nodded.
I'd like to think about it a little bit.
She doesn't spend much time with this father, so their relationship is definitely not as strong as hers with her mother.
No matter how much, seeing his daughter nod made Song Darong content, and even the fatigue from catching the train vanished.
"Honey, you're back!"
Fang Jie, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, came out of the kitchen, her eyes red as she looked at Song Darong.
No one knew that she longed for this man to come back every day.
As soon as she opened her eyes in the morning, she looked outside, hoping to see that tall and imposing figure. Not seeing the person she hoped for, she was somewhat disappointed, thinking that since Song Darong hadn't come back for New Year's Eve, he definitely wouldn't be coming back this year.
Seeing a living person standing in the courtyard at this moment fills me with both excitement and peace of mind.
Song Darong put his daughter down, walked to Fang Jie's side, and gently hugged her.
"Honey, I'm home."
Fang Jie said, laughing and crying at the same time, "It's good that you're back. Our family can finally have a reunion dinner!"
"Huh? Who's that child?"
Fang Jie noticed the little boy who had appeared in the yard; he looked to be about five years old.
Song Darong: "He is the son of my comrade-in-arms. I was going to send him home, but there was no time, and he... so I brought him back first."
Song Darong hesitated, but Fang Jie knew there must be something going on and it wasn't appropriate to say it in front of the children, so she wisely refrained from asking further questions.
He said to Song Yaohui and the other two, "You guys take care of your younger brother and play. I'll go cook."
Song Darong: "I'll go help."
He rolled up his sleeves and followed Fang Jie into the kitchen.
There were four children left in the yard.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua knew that the little boy was not their father's illegitimate son, so they no longer harbored any hostility towards him.
Song Fanxing looked at the little boy curiously.
These kids are clearly from the city; they're wearing high-quality little suits, their skin is fair and delicate, their hair is soft and shiny, and their big eyes are watching them warily.
Suddenly, the little boy burst into tears.
Fang Jie, who was handling the rooster, hurriedly washed her hands.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
As Fang Jie was about to come out to take a look, Song Darong stopped her.
"It's alright, leave it to Yaohui and the others."
Fang Jie thought for a moment, then went back to work.
She knew her children would definitely appease the little boy, and she wasn't worried about her three children bullying him.
Her children are all well-behaved, sensible, and kind.
Song Yaohui said, "Don't cry, we won't bully you."
The little boy wouldn't listen to him and cried very sadly.
Song Yaohua leaned closer to him. "Hey, stop crying, it's so noisy. If you cry again, I'll throw you into the mountains. Do you know what's in the mountains? There are big tigers that can eat you up in one bite, and wild boars that eat little crybabies."
After hearing his words, the little boy cried even harder.
"Waaah... I want to go home... I want to find my mom..."
Song Fanxing pulled Song Yaohua away.
"Second brother, don't scare him."
Song Yaohua pursed his lips.
He's only patient with his sister; he's too lazy to comfort others, especially little boys who cry all the time. They're so annoying and not cute at all.
His younger sister was still the cutest. She never cried or made a fuss, had lots of ideas, and was smart... Oh, she had all the good points. He couldn't find a single fault with her even after thinking for a long time.
Song Fanxing leaned close to the little boy and said gently, "Don't be afraid, my second brother is just joking with you. He's a very nice person and he won't abandon you in the mountains."
The little boy looked into her bright, clear eyes and stopped crying loudly, only sobbing slightly.
Suddenly, a pink peach appeared in Song Fanxing's hand, completely covering her small hand.
With a smile that brightened her eyes, she said, "Little darling, I have some sweet peaches, would you like to eat some?"
Song Darong, who was peeking from the kitchen doorway, was drinking water when he heard his daughter's words and spat out a mouthful of water.
Fang Jie looked up. "What are you doing?"
Song Darong waved his hand, keeping a close eye on the courtyard.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua were also stunned by Song Fanxing's words.
Their cutest little sister actually called this brat "baby".
The little girl is a head shorter than the little boy, yet she calls him "little baby." How funny is that?
The little boy blushed and stopped crying.
He didn't say anything, but reached out and took the peach, taking a bite.
Hmm? Delicious!
He couldn't resist taking another bite, and then another, until he finished the peach.
A maternal smile appeared on Song Fanxing's innocent face as she tiptoed and patted his head.
"Good boy!"
The little boy blushed again, and his ears turned pink.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua covered their mouths, suppressing the urge to burst into laughter.
Their little sister is so cute!
Song Fanxing breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the little boy had finally stopped crying.
She's a kindergarten teacher, and when she sees a little child crying, she can't help but feel the urge to comfort them, just like her professional instincts kick in.
Then she asked with a smile, "Little darling, what's your name?"
The little boy replied softly, "Zhou Zan."
Song Fanxing searched her memory.
Zhou Zan? That name sounds familiar.
Oh… she remembered, it was that cannon fodder character next to the male lead.
In this historical fiction story, the male protagonist nearly died on his last mission, only to be saved by a comrade named Zhou Zan. He survived and was able to return to the female protagonist for a happy ending. However, Zhou Zan died forever in the desert of the frontier.
Oh my god, another piece of cannon fodder.
Furthermore, the novel also mentions that Zhou Zan's father and the male protagonist's father were very close comrades-in-arms, and Zhou Zan sacrificed himself to protect the male protagonist's father during a mission.
In other words, Zhou Zan and his father are just cannon fodder to highlight the male protagonist's family.
So pitiful!
Song Fanxing couldn't help but feel sorry for Xiao Zhouzan.
Zhou Zan didn't understand what kind of look she was giving him. Why was she looking at him like that?
Knowing about Xiao Zhouzan's background, Song Fanxing wanted to treat him better.
She reached out her little hand and grabbed Zhou Zan's, "Little Zan, my name is Song Fanxing, you can call me Xingxing."
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua were finally taken aback by a simple "thank you" and burst into laughter.
Song Darong's shoulders trembled with laughter.
Fang Jie asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Song Darong returned to the stove and handed it a piece of firewood.
He said, "Our daughter is so cute. She can coax people like a little adult. She's so adorable."
Fang Jie neither confirmed nor denied it, saying, "Our daughter is indeed adorable; seeing her makes me feel very happy."
"By the way, what's the situation with that child?"
Song Darong sighed and began to explain.
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