Ruan Qingling is educated.
A junior high school education is considered quite good by today's standards.
If they wanted, they could all become kindergarten teachers in Songjia'ao.
However, Ya Ya is still at home.
Ruan Qingling has to take care of her daughter.
He can work a little harder himself; it's not necessary for Ruan Qingling to come out and work.
Song Shiting said, "My daughter is too young, so don't even think about it."
Old Wu frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "How about we send your daughter to my mother-in-law's place?"
Song Shiting didn't speak, he just looked at Lao Wu.
Old Wu spoke sincerely: "Really, my mother-in-law is still very young. Whether she helps us take care of one child or sends yours over, it's still the same. Your wife is so young and capable, why don't you let her come out and maybe she can help you share some of the burden? I'll talk to my mother-in-law about it."
Song Shiting remained silent.
Old Wu got really angry: "If you don't dare to say it, I'll tell your wife."
Song Shiting said, "I'll ask myself, you don't need to ask anymore. I'll tell you the details."
Old Wu nodded, but then added worriedly, "Remember to ask, don't delay."
Song Shiting nodded.
Song Shiting returned in the evening.
As before, Ruan Qingling had prepared a meal and was waiting for him.
Ya Ya is probably thirsty.
He was holding a baby bottle and drinking soup in big gulps.
The chicken he killed at noon has already been stewed into a pot of soup.
Upon seeing Song Shiting, Ruan Qingling put down her pen.
He said, "You're back?"
She looks just like a virtuous wife and loving mother waiting at home for her husband to come home.
Song Shiting's gaze deepened as he looked at her.
He nodded and then went to wash his hands.
Ya Ya is a polite child, and she immediately greeted her father.
"Horse, horse..."
Ruan Qingling was at her wit's end.
I've been teaching for so long.
Dad never calls out.
My mother is a horse.
Dad is a horse!
Actually, we are all horses!
Song Shiting said, "We'll go there tomorrow."
Ruan Qingling asked, "Tomorrow?"
Song Shiting nodded.
"Perhaps we can find clues on the other side."
He went there this time under the pretext of handling a case.
Ruan Qingling nodded.
...
After dinner, Ruan Qingling went to give Ya Ya a bath.
Song Shiting had nothing to do.
He took out the new book he had borrowed that day; in order to do his job well, he had borrowed a detective book.
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book.
On the table beside the bed, there was Ruan Qingling's pen and notebook.
Ruan Qingling brought Ya Ya in and then put her daughter on the bed.
Ya Ya immediately crawled towards Song Shiting.
A pair of chubby hands grabbed his trouser leg.
Song Shiting put down his book.
Ya Ya smiled.
She stretched out one hand, indicating that she wanted to poke her father's nostril.
Song Shiting reached out and pulled her onto his lap, letting her sit with her back to him.
Ya Ya is a naughty girl.
Twisting her waist and stretching out her fingers, she still wanted to poke her father's nose.
Song Shiting was helpless.
Ruan Qingling chuckled: "She really has a soft spot for your nose."
Song Shiting glanced at his daughter, then looked up at Ruan Qingling.
That glance seemed to carry a very strong meaning.
Ruan Qingling was taken aback by his gaze.
A few days ago, when I was applying medicine to him, his eyes just happened to overlap with the look I just saw.
Is the older man hesitant to speak?
She felt like laughing for no reason.
If the thief hadn't appeared, would they have gotten together that night?
Ruan Qingling said it was hard to say.
But at that time, she was also being misled.
Even biologically speaking, they share a daughter... so such things have happened before.
However, emotionally, she is not the original owner of this body, and their relationship has not progressed to that point.
Ruan Qingling looked away and said, "You stay with her for a while. I just happen to have a little inspiration and want to write something."
"Mm," Song Shiting replied.
The voice sounded a little muffled for some reason.
Ruan Qingling felt a strange urge to laugh.
I feel a little joyful and happy.
I'm also a little worried.
Did this old man think he was looking at her?
No, it should be the original owner, right?
He looked down at the notebook on the table.
Turn it over.
It contained a sentence:
A leaf in spring...
She had just written a new poem.
She really enjoyed reading Xi Murong's poems, so her own poems inexplicably took on a Xi Murong style.
I haven't written in a long time, but once I started, it felt like a constant stream of inspiration was flowing in.
That feeling was very novel.
Song Shiting accompanied his daughter, occasionally lifting his eyelids to glance at Ruan Qingling's profile.
She sat right there, yet she seemed like a willow tree growing by the river.
It is as soft as flowing water, yet its body stands straight and proud.
And he was silently drawn to her temperament and every move she made.
Song Shiting remained silent, playing with his daughter the whole time.
In the end, Ya Ya quit.
Dad is so boring, except for his nose being fun.
There's nothing fun about it.
No one is as good as Mom!
Clever Yaya started to make a fuss.
Ruan Qingling had only written half of it when she heard her daughter's unhappy voice.
I glanced back.
Ya Ya reached out her hand to her.
Ruan Qingling felt that she should put her daughter to sleep before writing.
So I climbed onto the bed and played with Ya Ya.
Ya Ya was in her mother's arms, even if Ruan Qingling's movements were very simple.
She laughed heartily.
Song Shiting couldn't understand. Did his little girl only love her mother?
Ruan Qingling was wearing a thin, cool-toned shirt. When she played with Ya Ya, she could easily bend over.
The button on her chest was squeezed.
Her waist is really thin.
But the parts that should be plump haven't lost any weight at all; they're the kind of people who are perfectly proportioned.
Many people like chubby girls; he likes her because she has what she should have and what she shouldn't.
Song Shiting looked and looked, then suddenly went outside.
Ruan Qingling soon heard the sound of water being poured outside, so it seemed that Song Shiting had gone to take a shower.
Her body is slowly recovering; she's been using her brain too much these past two days.
She felt tired after taking care of Ya Ya.
I played with Yaya for a while.
I'm sleeping with Yaya in my arms.
She fell asleep as she was sleeping.
Song Shiting took a long, cold shower outside.
Until he came in again...
It was another scene of the two, one big and one small, asleep.
His thin lips pursed.
Lie down and go to sleep.
...
We're going to the city today.
Ruan Qingling got up early and made fried meat from the leftover chicken from yesterday.
Add a bowl of egg drop soup.
The young couple's life is really blossoming now.
Song Shiting actually quite liked this tranquility.
It seems like this is the kind of life he's always wanted.
The family is together, warm and peaceful.
That's enough.
Ruan Qingling looked at Song Shiting.
He appeared calm.
While eating, he didn't forget to keep an eye on Yaya.
Ruan Qingling said, "I've prepared everything. Bring two sets of clothes. If possible, we can squeeze in there for a night or two."
This way we can learn more about Zhao Mei.
Song Shiting said, "Let's take a look first, and then we'll talk about it."
Ruan Qingling nodded: "Okay."
Only by understanding what happened can we eradicate it completely.
...
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