"..."
"Yanjun, bring Hengheng's little towel over here." Wen Qing said as she squatted down next to the small basin and washed Hengheng's little hands.
"Hengheng's little towel." Hengheng babbled.
Wen Qing smiled.
"Hengheng's." Hengheng patted the water with her little hands.
"Don't pat me, you're splashing water on Mommy. Didn't you just say you were hungry? Let's dry our hands first, then we'll have breakfast." Wen Qing held Hengheng's chubby little hand and waited for the small towel.
"Mom, I want to eat big dumplings."
"Okay." Wen Qing smiled gently, then turned to look at Ji Yanjun, only to find that Ji Yanjun seemed to be lost in some kind of memory and did not hear her call.
"Yanjun." Wen Qing called out tentatively again, "Yanjun."
Ji Yanjun then came to his senses, looked at Wen Qing and Hengheng in front of him, and recalled the events he had just recalled. In addition to feeling warmer, he also felt grateful. However, he did not hear clearly what Wen Qing called him for, so he asked, "What?"
Wen Qing pointed to the small towel on the hemp rope in the yard and said, "Bring it over here to wipe Hengheng's hands."
"Okay." Ji Yanjun raised his hand, took off the small towel, squatted down in front of Wen Qing and Hengheng, took Hengheng's chubby little hand, carefully and skillfully wiped it, and then wiped his face. His chubby face, which was just oily and dirty, was now white, clean and plump. Ji Yanjun patted his little bottom and said, "Get up and go play."
"Dad, I'm going to find Grandma to eat dumplings." Hengheng said with a pout. He got up early in the morning, and after getting up, he took some fried dough sticks and ran to the east field to find his parents. After that, the whole family went to the field, unloaded the bean stalks there, and waited for them to dry in the sun before taking the cow and the stone roller to thresh them. By this time, Hengheng was already crying out for food.
“Okay, go ahead.” Ji Yanjun nodded.
"Daddy, I want to eat so many big dumplings!" Hengheng gestured with his little hands, indicating that he wanted to eat as many big dumplings as he could hold in two hands.
“Okay, go ahead.” Ji Yanjun smiled.
After receiving permission, Hengheng quickly ran away.
Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun with a probing gaze.
Ji Yanjun looked back at her honestly.
"Who were you thinking about just now?" Wen Qing asked.
Ji Yanjun laughed: "Guess?"
"I bet it's one of the female customers," Wen Qing laughed.
“Nonsense.” Ji Yanjun laughed as well.
“Otherwise, why would she be so engrossed, ignoring me and my son, just lost in thought? She’s probably a woman, and a very beautiful one at that,” Wen Qing said.
"Are you jealous?" Ji Yanjun asked with a smile.
"Nonsense! I'm not jealous at all. If you're still thinking about other women, I'll take Hengheng away and we'll go our separate ways..."
Before Wen Qing could finish speaking, Ji Yanjun reached out and covered her mouth, his expression turning serious: "Don't talk nonsense."
With a "pfft," Wen Qing couldn't help but laugh at Ji Yanjun's seriousness.
"Don't laugh."
Wen Qing had no choice but to suppress her laughter.
"Don't say things like that again." Ji Yanjun's expression was extremely solemn: "This kind of thing could never happen. It's not possible for anyone else but you and Hengheng."
Wen Qing was stunned.
"Dad, Mom, let's eat dumplings, they're so delicious!" Hengheng's voice rang out.
The two looked over and saw Fatty Hengheng standing at the kitchen door, holding a dumpling in one small hand and stuffing it into his mouth. His cheeks were bulging and his little mouth was oily as he ate with great relish.
“Hengheng, your hand…” Wen Qing said.
"Mom, my hands are freshly washed and clean."
Wen Qing: "You got your hands dirty."
While eating, Hengheng said in a childish voice, "The dumplings aren't dirty, I've already eaten them all."
"Yes, my hands are clean, the dumplings are clean, how could they be dirty?" Wen Qing was suddenly speechless.
"Come on, let him eat first before washing up. He's a boy, he shouldn't be so delicate." Ji Yanjun put his arm around Wen Qing and led him into the kitchen to bring out dumplings.
"Alright." Wen Qing had no choice but to ignore Hengheng for the time being.
For the next three or four days, Ji Yanjun, Wen Qing, and Hengheng stayed in Shuiwan Village.
Ji Yanjun, Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng were in charge of harvesting beans. Wen Qing boiled water, delivered water, read books, and looked after Hengheng. She didn't even have to cook. Ji Yanjun would come back early at mealtimes, just in case Wen Qing got tired.
Wen Qing originally didn't intend for Yao Shiling to continue farming, since she had the means to provide Yao Shiling with a good life. However, Yao Shiling insisted on farming. Farmers can't live without land. Yao Shiling had a kind of obsession; farming and living in Shuiwan Village were essential conditions for survival. No matter what Wen Qing said, she couldn't persuade her. So Wen Qing stopped pressuring her, and Ji Yanjun did his best to help.
Shuiwan Village is not only the village that Yao Shiling is willing to live in forever, but also Hengheng's favorite place. In the past few days, he has gotten to know all the children in the village. He is very popular. In addition to Lele, Erpao, and Xiaodao, there are also Linlin, Erdanzi, Dongdong, Wang Qi, etc., who are all about the same age and love to play with Hengheng.
Because Hengheng is good-looking, loyal, and will lead everyone to play together.
Every day, the first thing Wen Qing hears when she opens her eyes is:
"Hengheng's mom, where's Hengheng?"
"Hengheng's mom, Hengheng pooped by the ditch and didn't bring any toilet paper, so he asked me to get some."
"Hengheng's mom, is Hengheng home?"
"Hengheng's mom, has Hengheng eaten yet?"
"..."
Hengheng's mom...
The title "Hengheng's Mom" made Wen Qing happy and proud, but also left her feeling quite helpless.
That evening, she leaned against Ji Yanjun's chest and said, "Hengheng's dad."
Ji Yanjun smiled: "Hengheng's mom, what's wrong?"
“You also call me Hengheng’s Mom.”
"Aren't you one?" Ji Yanjun asked, looking at her.
“Yes, but when I shout it like that, I feel like I’m old. I’m only in my early twenties.”
“It’s all Hengheng’s fault,” Ji Yanjun said.
"Nonsense, Hengheng did nothing wrong." Wen Qing defended Hengheng.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Ji Yanjun put his arm around Wen Qing's waist, his nose touching hers, and said, "The beans have been harvested, the wheat seeds are ready, and you're going back to school soon, my dear wife, shouldn't we go home tomorrow?"
"You want to go back?" Wen Qing asked.
Ji Yanjun turned his head slightly and kissed her lips: "Yes, I want to go back."
"Why? Isn't it good here?" Wen Qing asked.
Ji Yanjun gently kissed Wen Qing's lips and cheeks: "Hmm, not good."
Just as Wen Qing was about to get angry, she heard Ji Yanjun say, "I didn't enjoy it enough."
"What?"
“Do it to the fullest.” Ji Yanjun said, enunciating each word clearly.
Wen Qing was a beat slow to understand, and turned to bite his shoulder. Ji Yanjun let her bite him, then flipped over and pinned her down.
The next morning, Ji Yanjun found a village and then brought Hengheng back by the hand.
"Hengheng's dad, are you going back to Nanzhou?" asked Dingding, one of Hengheng's friends.
Ji Yanjun said, "Yes, it's time to go back."
"Can't we not go back?" the Second Artillery Corps said.
Ji Yanjun looked at Hengheng and asked, "Are you staying at your maternal grandparents' house, or going back to Nanzhou with your parents?"
Hengheng looked at his group of friends, then at his father, and then at his mother standing at the door of his maternal grandmother's house, feeling conflicted.
"Hengheng, don't go. Let's make slingshots together tomorrow and go bird hunting."
"Hengheng, let's go catch cicadas at noon."
"I'm going to catch crickets this afternoon."
"Tomorrow we're going to learn chess from Grandpa Su. Hengheng, didn't you want to play chess?"
"Hengheng, I'll give you all my glass marbles, please don't leave."
"..."
Hengheng hung his head, oh dear, the temptation was too great, but he didn't want to be separated from his parents, but looking at his friends Xiaodao, Erpao, Lele and others, he couldn't bear to leave them.
"Hengheng!" Xiaodao and Erpao shouted.
Hengheng, with her chubby little hand, tugged at Ji Yanjun's finger and asked, "Daddy, can we leave tomorrow?"
"No, Mom has class tomorrow."
"Then, then, I'll stay with Grandma by myself. I'll play with Xiaodao and Lele," Hengheng said.
“Okay, my mom and I will come to pick you up in a couple of days,” Ji Yanjun said.
"Okay," Hengheng agreed.
The group of friends were overjoyed.
“Let’s go say goodbye to Mom,” Ji Yanjun said.
Hengheng came to the gate of the courtyard and said, "Mom, I'm staying at Grandma's house for two days, um, um, I'll play with Lele, Erpao, and Xiaodao."
Wen Qing felt reluctant, but respected her son's wishes and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Um."
"Okay, then no nighttime disturbances, and don't be so naughty, understand?" Wen Qing said.
"good."
After exchanging a few words with Yao Shiling, Wen Qing, Ji Yanjun, and Yao Shiling drove away. Hengheng did not follow.
Looking out the car window at Hengheng playing with the other children, Wen Qing sadly told Ji Yanjun, "Honey, our son doesn't want me anymore."
“I’m here too.” Ji Yanjun patted her hand.
“You are you, and your son is your son; you are not the same,” Wen Qing said.
Even after returning to Nanzhou, Wen Qing kept talking about Hengheng. Ji Yanjun was doing housework, and Wen Qing lay on the sofa: "Yanjun, what is the little chatterbox doing now?"
Ji Yanjun, while mopping the floor, said, "Let's just run around and have fun."
Wen Qing lay on her back and said, "Ah, I miss Little Fatty so much."
After mopping the floor, Ji Yanjun sat on the sofa, picked up Wen Qing, and held her on his lap, saying, "Don't think about the little chubby ball, think about me more. After all, I'm the one who will be with you for all eternity."
"He is my son."
“He’s my son too, but putting myself in his shoes, he has his own social circle, doesn’t he?” Ji Yanjun asked.
Wen Qing nodded.
"So, we should just go about our business as usual," Ji Yanjun said.
Wen Qing continued to nod.
"Didn't you ask me who I was thinking about that day?" Ji Yanjun brought up the incident of being lost in thought a few days ago.
Wen Qing joked, "Is it the day you miss your female client?"
Ji Yanjun's face immediately darkened.
Wen Qing quickly put her arm around his to appease him, shaking it as she used to, and said, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, I was just joking with you."
Ji Yanjun then said, "I was thinking of you that day."
"Missing me?"
"Um."
What are you thinking about me about?
"I miss you for taking my virginity."
Wen Qing: "..." Shameless.
"So, now you're punished by having to make amends with your body." Ji Yanjun suddenly picked up Wen Qing, and Wen Qing reflexively wrapped her arms around Ji Yanjun's neck: "Ji Yanjun, you scoundrel!"
"Honey, you're overthinking it. I just wanted to carry you to take a nap with me."
Wen Qing: "..."
Of course, it wasn't just a nap; Wen Qing did some things thoroughly before and after sleeping, and even after waking up, she was still complaining about Ji Yanjun's behavior.
Ji Yanjun smiled as he prepared dinner in the kitchen.
Wen Qing was lying on the sofa looking at shoe patterns when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Wen Qing asked.
"Sister, sister, it's me, Liangliang," Wen Liang called from the doorway.
Before Wen Liang could finish speaking, a clear, childlike voice called out, "Mommy, it's me, Hengheng, Hengheng!"
Hengheng.
Wen Qing immediately got up and rushed to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Hengheng burst into tears, stretching out his little arms: "Mommy!"
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