Lu Minghao had been in the army for many years, so how could he not know that his son was looking at him? But he just didn't look up and kept cracking walnuts one by one.
As a result, the round walnut was not held firmly, rolled away, and the hammer hit his hand.
Lu Jianan's heart tightened, and Lu Minghao threw the hammer down and said to Lu Jianan, "You come."
Lu Jianan glanced at his hand and asked, "Is it serious?"
Lu Minghao seemed to have not expected that he would ask this question, and said stiffly, "It's okay, you'll get used to it."
"Oh." Lu Jianan squatted down and started smashing the same position.
Song Nanting would occasionally eat some when she was pregnant, but it was mostly eaten by Lu Jianan.
But watching Lu Jianan's familiar movements, Lu Minghao felt that his son was different from him. He only realized the value of family and the importance of his wife after he got older. Lu Jianan put his wife first from the beginning.
It seemed to be snowing outside again. After cracking walnuts, Lu Jianan chatted with his grandparents for a while and then went upstairs.
The room was very quiet and Song Nanting was sleeping soundly.
Downstairs, Meng Qiulan looked at Lu Chengbai and said, "Why are you talking about Jianping for no reason?"
Lu Chengbai sighed, "But we are a family after all."
Although Meng Qiulan also missed her eldest grandson, the feelings between people cannot be forced. Moreover, even if Lu Jianping came, his relationship with Jian'an would be a big problem.
"Anyway, don't mention him in front of Jian'an."
However, the less you mention it, the more people come closer.
Early in the morning on the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, Lu Jianping came to the door.
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