"Incomprehensible." Hong Meigui ignored her and simply turned away with a disapproving look.
This made Bai Mudan so angry that she stomped her feet.
That evening, Song Tantan couldn't wait to go back to her room to sleep after dinner. Actually, she wanted to go into her space to play with the twins. She had already told her aunt during the day that they would go to their hometown to play together that night.
Ye Moxun could only watch helplessly as they happily returned to their rooms. Actually, he also wanted to go in, since his aunt could bring people into the space without them being harmed.
But the thought that once he went inside, he could only watch them play from the sidelines, his freedom restricted, unable to do anything except turn around, was unrealistic.
This is so frustrating, I'd better just give up.
Song Tantan entered the space and found that her aunt had not yet come in, so she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Auntie, come in quickly, bring Heng'er and Shuang'er in, and give them a bath when you come in."
Just then, Song Zhuiyan returned to her room and sent the maids and servants away. She then heard someone calling out to her soul in the space, laughing and scolding, "You're so noisy, always making a fuss about me."
"Let's go, Mom will take you back to my hometown. We'll have some fun before we come out again." She couldn't help but laugh after saying that. It felt like she was taking her children back to her parents' home, which was quite a subtle feeling.
She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and with a thought, she took the two children into the space. In the end, only Song Zhuiyan's own body was left on the bed, while the two children disappeared directly from the bed.
This is amazing. When Song Zhuiyan enters the space, her body is outside, but whatever she brings in, it goes in completely.
The twins' bodies did not remain outside; like Song Tantan, both their physical forms and souls entered the space.
When Song Zhuiyan and her two children went inside, Song Tantan had already prepared two basins of bath water, with baby bath wash and baby shampoo next to them.
"Quickly, the water temperature is just right. I'll help Shuang'er wash, and you help Heng'er wash."
Baby Zhong Jingheng is too fussy. Not only does he twist and turn, but when he sits in the basin, he splashes water everywhere, even the person bathing him gets splashed.
"Ah, ah ah." Zhong Jingheng's eyes darted around as he looked around the room. He had been in there a few times before, so it wasn't unfamiliar to him.
He then saw the basin of water on the ground and became anxious, leaning over to try to get down. Song Zhuiyan almost lost her grip on him.
"You little rascal, are you trying to exhaust me? Ouch, I almost threw out my back." Song Zhuiyan looked somewhat pitiful. This kid was very strong, and sometimes she really felt like she couldn't control him.
"Once Heng'er learns to walk, we'll need to find two clever servants to help keep an eye on him. Those maids are completely helpless against him."
Song Tantan realized that this little tyrant was only nine months old, yet he was already domineering and forceful, such a tiny child.
He couldn't speak, and he couldn't even call out "mother," but he already knew how to order the maids around him around to do things. For example, he would deliberately throw the rattle drum on the ground and then point at the little maid and say "ah" a few times.
He would insist on having people pick up the items for him, then throw them away again, then instruct them to pick them up again, and so on, over and over again. It was incredibly torturous.
If you say something to him, he'll argue with you. If he can't win the argument, he'll get angry and cry in front of you.
Song Zhuiyan always said she wanted to correct his personality and prevent him from going astray, and she put her words into action when she discovered that he was deliberately tormenting the maids.
She sent the maid away and personally watched over the little guy, then reasoned with him, telling him that if he dared to deliberately throw things, he would be punished by being slapped on the palm.
The little guy is tough and thick-skinned. Even when his palms turned red from being hit, he didn't cry. Instead, he yelled at his mother, "Waaaaah, ahhhh."
Naughty mother, it hurts to spank you, I won't kiss you anymore.
Although she couldn't understand his baby talk, Song Zhuiyan could tell from his expression that he was saying those things, which made her both annoyed and amused.
Seeing his little hands red and swollen, she felt heartbroken and couldn't bear to hit him again. She wished she could hold him in her arms and comfort him.
However, she didn't really try to appease him. He seemed to be getting more and more arrogant, and if she continued to indulge him, he would only become more and more difficult to manage in the future.
"Pot, it hurts, pot hurts." Shuang'er sat to the side watching, and then she would pout and say it hurt.
Seeing that she looked like she was about to cry, Song Tantan said, "They say that twins have a telepathic connection and can empathize with each other in many ways. When you hit Heng'er, Shuang'er probably felt pain too."
"There's no such thing as a supernatural thing. Song Chao from the village used to have twin sons. The younger one was very tough. He would beat the younger one with a bamboo stick every day, but the older one never complained of pain."
"Everyone's constitution is different, so how can you compare them? Shuang'er is a young girl, she's delicate, and she's very intelligent, so it's normal for her to be more sensitive than the average person."
Song Zhuiyan was dumbfounded. "Then, Heng'er is so naughty, can't he be hit? There's no reasoning with him."
She also felt sorry for her son. Hitting him hurt her. Every time she hit his palm, her heart ached. But she was more worried that her son was too domineering and would be harder to discipline as he grew older.
Song Tantan hugged Heng'er tightly with a look of heartache. "He's still so young. He's just very curious and a little mischievous. He'll definitely be less like that when he grows up and becomes more sensible."
She held the little chubby boy's chubby hand and kept blowing on it, then took out some baby ointment to reduce swelling and applied it to him. "Heng'er, does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you."
Zhong Jingheng, who had been stubbornly keeping a straight face, was coaxed by her and knew that someone cared for him. Suddenly, he cried out, "...Waaaaah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Song Zhuiyan and Song Tantan: "..."
The first word the little one learned to say was "pain"?
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Shuang'er cried along with her, truly sharing the burden of hardship.
In short, Song Zhuiyan's life is turned upside down by the twins every day. Six months ago, the two little ones were so well-behaved, eating and sleeping all the time.
Even though Heng'er was quite mischievous back then, he was still young and weak, so she could easily control him. But when he was seven months old, things became complicated.
"Actually, Heng'er is still quite timid to A-Xun, but unfortunately A-Xun is very busy every day and doesn't have time to help me take care of the child. Otherwise, it would definitely be easier to let him teach Heng'er."
Thinking about how her son always acted obediently and ingratiatingly whenever he saw Ye Moxun, Song Zhuiyan sighed, wondering if it was because Ye Moxun was a boy that her son was afraid of him.
If Zhong Qingyi comes back, will Heng'er still listen to his father like this?
Thinking of Zhong Qingyi, Song Zhuiyan's longing for her child began to overflow again. She really wanted to see how the child's father interacted with the children.
"Ah, hahahaha." Heng'er splashed water forcefully, and the splashing water hit Song Zhuiyan's face, startling her back to her senses.
"You brat, you're getting cocky and restless if I don't discipline you for three days. You're asking for it, aren't you?" Song Zhuiyan wiped her face, scolding her while her hands moved exceptionally gently.
"Yangyang, itchy skin." Shuang'er is the best at mimicking; she can repeat what others have just said.
"Shuang'er is amazing. She can talk more these days. I estimate that she will be able to recite poems when she is two years old, compose poems when she is three years old, and write articles when she is four years old. She will have a photographic memory like your brother A-Xun. She is the smartest."
Song Tantan poured out compliments as if they were free.
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