However, in the end, man proposes, God disposes. The past life is over, and this life is a new beginning and a new hope. Whether the child can be saved in the end depends on fate.
Fang Qiao and Cheng Baidong walked back side by side. A cold wind blew in their faces, and Fang Qiao shivered.
Cheng Baidong reached out and put his arm around Fang Qiao's shoulder, pulling her into his arms and using his spiritual energy to create a windproof shield: "Are you still cold?"
Fang Qiao snuggled up to him and shook her head sweetly, "I'm not cold anymore."
Just then, Little Vermilion Bird suddenly appeared.
"Me too, I'm cold too."
It flew down from the sky and dispelled its invisibility in front of Fang Qiao.
Cheng Baidong glared at it and said irritably, "If you're cold, figure it out yourself. Don't tell me."
It completely ruined the pleasant atmosphere.
Little Vermilion Bird said with a resentful look, "Brother Dong, I followed your orders and acted as Sister Qiao's invisible bodyguard all afternoon. I'm so cold that I can barely lift my wings, and you still scolded me!"
Fang Qiao's eyes widened in surprise. "Niao Niao, you've been here all afternoon?"
Little Vermilion Bird nodded: "Yes, yes, I've always been here. Brother Dong was worried that you would encounter danger when you took revenge on that scumbag, so he asked me to stay invisible and protect you."
"Thank you for your hard work, Niao Niao." Fang Qiao stretched out her arms to it: "Come on, let me hug you and warm you up."
"Yay! Sister Qiao, I knew you were the best!" The little Vermilion Bird happily flew into Fang Qiao's arms, found a comfortable position to snuggle in her embrace, and at the same time did not forget to put down Cheng Baidong: "Much better than that cold and heartless person!"
Cheng Baidong was too lazy to pay attention to it.
Fang Qiao chuckled, touched the little Vermilion Bird's head feathers, and asked, "Your feathers are so thick, don't you get cold?"
"Yes," said the little Vermilion Bird. "I'm a fire-element bird, and I'm most afraid of the cold."
If it weren't for the fact that it has spiritual energy to use here and is well-fed, it would have flown south with the migratory birds in the autumn to spend the winter.
Winters in Beijing are so cold and dry!
This afternoon, he was practically frozen solid! He's never going out again, no matter what.
As they spoke, they had already arrived at their front door. Cheng Baidong turned off his flashlight and pushed the door open first.
Fang Qiao followed him into the room and said to the little Zhuque in her arms, "There's a stove inside, come in and warm up."
Little Vermilion Bird wanted to stay in Fang Qiao's arms a little longer, but Cheng Bodong glared at it, so it reluctantly flew out of Fang Qiao's arms and flew into the main room.
Xiao Jing, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the noise and poked her head out of the kitchen. She smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, it's already dark. You're finally back."
Fang Qiao said, "I'm sorry I came back late and made you worry."
"You should say that to your older brother. He's more worried than I am," Xiaojing teased with a smile. "He's been waiting anxiously at home. I've never seen him so restless before. He was already grabbing a flashlight to go out and meet you as soon as it got dark."
Fang Qiao turned and exchanged a glance with Cheng Baidong. His eyes were filled with deep affection, which he usually kept to himself, but at this crucial moment, he couldn't hide it anymore and it came out for everyone to see.
Fang Qiao smiled and moved closer to him, taking his large hand in hers and interlocking their fingers: "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Xiao Jing retreated to the kitchen, having lost her sense of purpose, and continued cooking.
Cheng Baidong pressed his forehead against hers and said in a hoarse voice, "I know you're worried. Remember to come back before dark next time."
Just then, An'an suddenly rushed out of the house, shouting, "Mommy, Mommy!"
Cheng Baidong's large hand, which was halfway raised to touch Fang Qiao's face, fell back down.
Having his mood interrupted twice in a row, Cheng Baidong helplessly turned around to look at his daughter, who was rushing towards him like a small cannonball.
His dear daughter rushed into Fang Qiao's arms, hugged her legs, and looked up at her, wanting her to hold her: "Mommy, Mommy, you're finally back! I've missed you so much."
"Mommy missed you too." Fang Qiao gently patted her head, bent down to pick her up from the ground, and asked, "Have you been a good girl and listened to Daddy at home?"
“I’ve been good,” An’an said proudly, raising her chin. Then she secretly leaned over Fang Qiao’s shoulder and whispered a complaint: “But my little brother was naughty! The two of them fought this afternoon!”
"Do you know why your brothers fight?" Fang Qiao asked her gently.
An'an nodded and said, "I know, I know! It's because Aunt Yun didn't give us enough cookies to share!"
Although An'an is young and has good communication skills, she is not yet able to fully and logically recount the whole story.
Fang Qiao listened for a while but still didn't understand, so she turned to Cheng Baidong and asked, "What's going on with those two kids? Why did they suddenly start fighting? Aren't they always ignoring each other?"
Cheng Baidong didn't know what had gotten into the two kids today; they suddenly became very close.
As a result, their intimacy lasted less than half an hour before they started fighting over two pieces of bread.
He explained helplessly to Fang Qiao, "Gao Ping's mother just came from her hometown a few days ago, bringing a sack of locally grown chestnuts. Today she made chestnut cakes and brought over two plates. I kept one plate for myself, and brought the other plate inside for the children to share. There were nine cakes in total, two for each child, with one left over. Tian Tian and An An are very sensible; they didn't take any when they saw there was an extra one. The two little ones are only one year old, what do they know?"
Chuan Chuan ate quickly, finishing both of his food and taking another one. Yue Yue ate slowly, finishing his own two and going back for more, but the plate was empty. He reached out to snatch it from Chuan Chuan, who was already eating, and naturally didn't want to give it back. The argument escalated into a fight.
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