Forced to turn his head, Hongjing looked at Jiaming with his dark eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, as if he thought Jiaming's words made a lot of sense.
He had so much to say, to complain about his mother Jiaming and "Guoguo" Hongxuan, but when he opened his little mouth, no sound came out.
Obviously, the person is too small. Although the brain is sharp, the mouth is not good enough. The person cannot speak fluently and cannot make the sounds they want to make.
The little guy was immediately dumbfounded.
The little guy, realizing what was happening, became even more frustrated. He puffed out his cheeks in anger, slapped away Jiaming's hand that was supporting him, and then quickly turned his head and back to face Jiaming.
Unexpectedly, he ran right into Hongxuan. The little guy was stunned again. Then, he paused, feeling a bit annoyed, and immediately turned his head away. This time he understood. He deliberately turned so that both of them were on his sides, no longer facing away from them, but it was clear that he was ignoring both of them.
Seeing his reaction, Jiaming and Hongxuan couldn't help but exchange glances.
Then, the mother and son walked together tacitly, keeping two steps away from Hongjing to prevent the little guy from overhearing their whispers.
Jiaming squatted down, put her mouth close to Hongxuan's ear, and whispered, "What's wrong with your brother? He was fine before lunch, but after lunch he changed his attitude towards us?"
Hongxuan shook his head slightly and answered in a low voice, "I don't know. I find it strange too. Why don't we guess? Mother, what do you think?"
This time it was Jiaming's turn to shake her head slightly. After a moment, the two looked at each other again, lowered their heads and eyes, and fell silent.
But not long after, Jiaming suddenly looked up and suggested in a low voice, "Well, since we can't figure out what's wrong with your brother, why don't we comfort him? After all, he's just a child, and we should be able to comfort him, right?"
Hongxuan thought for a moment. His younger brother was greedy for money. It would be much easier to coax him with nice things than to guess his deep and unfathomable "little heart". After all, there were precedents for this. So he nodded his little head in agreement.
Little did he know that their intimate whispering made Hongjing, who was some distance away and couldn't hear their conversation, feel a tightness in his chest.
This is clearly a case of Mother and "Guoguo" being in cahoots. They, um, what's the word again?
The little guy squinted, tilted his head, and thought for a while, but still couldn't remember what words to use. Anyway, it was just that after his brother came back, his mother stopped being on his side.
This made the little guy, who had been spending a lot of time with his mother lately and even sleeping with her at night, even more upset now.
Sniffing, the little guy could feel a sour smell emanating from his body.
He glared at his clingy mother and brother, then at them, and seeing that they were still oblivious to everything else, he held his breath!
He lowered his head in frustration, his tender little face heavy with worry, his eyes unfocused, and his chubby little hands fiddling with the abacus beads.
Finally, Jiaming and Hongxuan came up with a plan. Then, the two of them tried all sorts of nice things to coax the little guy, but after a lot of effort, they found that the little guy had grown up and was not easy to coax anymore.
Having no other choice, the two turned their attention to Red Peach and Green Willow, sending them over to test the waters.
To everyone's surprise, although Hongjing didn't turn his back to the two of them, he still ignored them both.
Now, the two were even more frustrated. At the same time, they were also a little worried about the little guy, afraid that something might have happened to him without their knowledge. After all, the little guy's attitude was extremely inexplicable, and he was still too young to understand and couldn't speak fluently.
But what could they do? They had no choice but to keep trying to find a solution.
So this time, they didn't discuss it quietly, but instead exchanged knowing glances.
Unexpectedly, this scene was even more jarring to the little guy.
He lowered his head, his eyes downcast, and his chubby little hands vigorously turned the abacus, making it ring even louder.
When the noise reached Jiaming and Hongxuan's ears, they naturally noticed that the little guy was even more agitated.
The two looked at each other again, then shook their heads, indicating that neither of them understood why the younger brother was in an even worse mood.
Helpless, the two could only continue to try to coax Hongjing with pearls, gems and other things. As a result, the two of them were thirsty and sweating profusely, but it still had no effect.
The little one neither cried nor laughed, but continued to fiddle with the abacus, or play with building blocks and puzzles, or flip through picture books.
Faced with Hongjing's stubbornness, the two of them had no choice but to hang their heads in dejection. Then, they walked heavily to the chairs to the side, sat down, and gulped down tea to quench their thirst and replenish their water.
Hongjing, who had been left behind on the mat, pouted, puffed out his cheeks, gritted his teeth, and frantically fiddled with the abacus beads with his chubby little hands. The sound was incessant and growing more and more urgent. Judging from the noise, one could tell that the sturdy little golden abacus would soon be broken by him.
Just then, the sound of a servant greeting someone came from the doorway.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
It's Grandpa (Father) here!
Jiaming and Hongxuan got off their chairs together, took a few steps toward the door, and then saw Fourth Master, who was dressed very warmly even in the sweltering heat, walking in with Gao Wuyong.
Jiaming immediately took out her handkerchief and bowed to the Fourth Master, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness!"
Hongxuan was quick as well, bowing and greeting Jiaming at the same time: "Your son greets Father!"
Fourth Master nodded slightly, then said calmly, "Rise!"
Then his gaze fell on his youngest son, Hongjing, who was tilting his head and looking at him with dark, round eyes.
As Hongjing listened to what his mother and brother had just said, the image of his father became clearer in his mind. His eyes lit up and he quickly crawled towards the Fourth Master.
As it crawled, it kept calling out in broken Chinese, "Ah, Ma!"
After not seeing him for several months, the little guy actually remembered his father. The Fourth Master was overjoyed, but kept a straight face.
However, their behavior revealed it.
He stopped, then squatted down to take Hongjing, who rushed towards him. When he picked up the little guy, his usually stern face softened considerably, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and his voice, though faint, was still much gentler, "Jing'er!"
Hongjing, who was being held by his father, temporarily put aside the frustration brought by his mother and brother, giggled, wrapped his little arms tightly around his father's neck, and gave him a warm, wet kiss.
Seeing that the little guy wasn't being difficult anymore, Jiaming and Hongxuan smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.
As for having their faces spit on, both the Fourth Prince and Hongxuan had the same attitude: they weren't disgusted at all; on the contrary, they were quite happy about it.
Not only did her face soften, but the corners of her mouth and eyes also lifted, clearly showing a smile.
Haha, my fifth son has grown up quite a bit and can even call me "father" now! Although he's not fluent, it definitely sounds like he's calling me "father," it's not just my imagination.
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