"Don't cry, little brother. If you miss your aunt, take your great-grandfather with you to find her." Dabao had told him before that if he missed him, he could ask his great-grandfather to take them to Beijing.
"Yes, Rourou is right. Grandpa will take you there." Uncle Su laughed.
"Haha, I'll follow you too." Da Mao and Er Mao kept shouting.
"Okay! Bring Da Mao and Er Mao with you." Uncle Su was even happier.
"Mee mee" I want to go too!
"Xiaohei and his family are going too." Dabao said hurriedly.
"Well! Bring Xiao Hei and his family along when the time comes." After being interrupted by Uncle Su, the atmosphere was finally restored.
The family stood on the shore, watching the boat go farther and farther away quietly until it disappeared from their sight.
Su Mushang comforted the mother and her two children and then went straight back to the military area.
Uncle Su saw that his niece-in-law and two nephews were all depressed. In order to ease their mood, Uncle Su decided to take them to the market to experience the bustle and festivity of the year-end market.
Only about half a month before the Chinese New Year, the market at the entrance of the village below is even more lively. There are all kinds of stalls, dazzling the eyes.
Song Chucheng saw stalls selling candied haws, candied figurines, small windmills, and various snacks. The delicacies and toys on these stalls made her feel the strong flavor of the New Year.
At the market, the noise and laughter of the crowd were heard one after another, as if it was a grand celebration.
Uncle Su and Liao Jun each brought one, and even Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai were there to carry things, so Song Chucheng had nothing to do at all. They shuttled among the crowd, tasting the food and admiring the various handmade gadgets.
She ignored them and told the two brothers to buy less, only one thing each, as she herself was just getting some New Year's goods.
She bought a lot this time, but luckily she had Dabai, so she didn't have to mention anything.
Whenever he went to the market, as long as Dabai and his two children were by his side, Song Chucheng didn't have to carry anything by himself.
Although Xiao Hei is not very reliable at ordinary times, he will never let her down at critical moments. As soon as he sees what is in her hand, he will keep bleating at her.
That meant she had to put it in the basket on its back. Sometimes, when it didn't have a basket, it would pull out two connected cloth bags from somewhere and let her hang them on its back. No one knew who had sewn those bags.
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The next week will be wet, cold, and rainy. In this kind of weather, you can only stay at home!
Her sister-in-law has returned to Beijing, so even if she doesn't go out, she can still hear gossip. Rourou doesn't know if she learned this from being with Ermao and Xiaohei for a long time, or if he just has this potential.
The key point is that Rourou knows more than her sister-in-law, and he always comes back to learn it for her word for word.
Song Chucheng always complained to Su Mushang that Rourou's memory was all used up on gossip.
"Mom, take a look at my drawing. Is it good?" Rourou handed his drawing to her to see.
Song Chucheng: “…”
There is no harm without comparison. The contrast between poor students and top students is too obvious.
The same painting is filled with colors, and the fleshy ones are so messy that they can't even be described as sloppy! Of course, this is fine, but the problem is that even the sheets of paper are wrinkled.
Look at Moo again. Not only is everything neat and tidy, the colors he fills in don't go beyond the lines, and he's not slow either.
Song Chucheng could only hide his conscience: "Rou Rou is really great, this time you drew it better than last time. Look at this, there are no out-of-line lines. It would be even better next time if you can draw this part without out-of-line lines too."
Rourou likes this trick the most! She said now that she will definitely draw better next time!
Actually, the main reason is that Rourou has no patience. After drawing a few strokes, he has to move this and that, or pee, or drink water.
Once Moo Moo sits down, he won't get up until the painting is done. Rourou, who sits opposite him, moves around and moves around without affecting him at all.
"Yeah! Mom, I will draw better next time." Rourou scratched his head and said with a smile.
"Okay! Now you can move freely. Mom will reward you with a star today."
Song Chucheng turned around and drew a star for Rourou on the small blackboard he made in the living room.
Moo Moo also put away his paintbrushes and handed her the drawing paper.
Song Chucheng glanced at the table, his mouth twitching as he thought to himself: Both of these children are my biological children, look at the difference???
The brushes on Rourou's spot are all over the place, with everything on them, even the water cup is still on it. Compared with Moo Moo sitting opposite him, it's really heartbreaking, my friend...
"Well, Moo, that's great. The drawing is better than last time."
After Song Chucheng finished speaking, he showed it to Rourou: "Rourou, do you think mom will reward your brother with one star or two stars this time?
Rourou looked at her own drawing, then at her brother's: "Mom, my brother's drawing is better than mine. It deserves two stars. I almost got one star."
Song Chucheng: “…” Where did the courage come from? Is it really that short of that?
"Mom, are we going to pick mushrooms tomorrow?" Rourou squatted beside Song Chucheng and watched her draw stars.
She looked at the sky outside and said, "Let's go if it doesn't rain."
It has been raining for a whole week now, and it finally seems to be getting lighter today. I guess it will stop soon.
"Mom, let's go catch pheasants and make mushroom chicken, okay?" Moo Moo looked at Song Chucheng excitedly, his little eyes sparkling.
"Okay, we Moo Moo want to eat chicken stewed with mushrooms, but we have to wait until it stops raining tomorrow before we can go to the mountains to catch pheasants." Song Chucheng replied with a gentle smile.
"That's great! It won't rain, it definitely won't rain tomorrow!" Rourou squatted on the doorstep, looking at the sky where the drizzle was still falling, and said with anticipation.
Song Chucheng patted his butt in amusement and asked, "How do you know it won't rain?"
"Mom, don't take pictures. I'm a big kid now." Rourou covered her butt and took two steps back cautiously.
"Shame on you, brother, shame on you." Moo Moo stretched out two fingers, gestured on his little face, and made fun of his brother.
"Mom, look, my younger brother is making fun of me again, but I'm the older brother!" Being laughed at by his younger brother, his chubby little face turned red, and he complained to his mother angrily.
"Oh, are you still angry? In my heart, no matter whether you grow up to be as old as dad or as old as great-grandpa, you and your brother will always be my little babies!" said the mother with a smile.
Seeing that Rourou didn't understand, Song Chucheng smiled and asked, "Then Mommy asks you, are you my little baby?"
"Yes, Moo is mommy's little baby." Moo answered first.
"Me too, I'm mommy's little baby too." Seeing her younger brother grab the lead, Rourou got anxious again...
"That's right. Then tell me, will you still be your mother's little baby when you grow up?" Song Chucheng continued to fool.
"Yes! He's the same age as daddy and is also mommy's little baby."
This time, Rourou finally answered before Moomoo.
"Yeah! You are all mother's little babies." Song Chucheng laughed in his heart, hehe, little brat, I can't cure you two babies who are still breastfeeding.
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