Finally, Jiang Zhiguan agreed to Zhang Lu's request to learn martial arts. She was so happy that she ran to the yard and shouted excitedly. Her happy voice could be heard in the house.

Chuxia looked at Jiang Zhiguan: "Cousin, you are so good to me and An An."

As long as she had met the people in the Jiang family, there was no one who didn't value her and An An, especially An An, who was so good to her that she felt pressured.

Jiang Zhiguan still looked carefree and said without caring: "We are a family. Isn't it right for me to be good to you?"

She laughed heartily and said: "Actually, I also have selfish motives. Lu Lu has begged me for so long, so let her and An An have a chance to learn martial arts."

Jiang Zhiguan no longer had any hope of training his daughter to be a gentle and talented woman who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so let her do as she pleased.

We had lunch at Jiang's house at noon. Aunt Li's cooking skills were not bad. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, they all tasted very good.

Especially one of the dishes, Chinese toon mixed with tofu. The Chinese toon was fresh and tender, and the tofu was soft and smooth. The two were blended together, and with a little salt and sesame oil, it was like eating the whole spring in your mouth.

Grandpa Jiang saw that Chuxia liked this dish and was very happy: "Eat spring in spring, and you must eat Chinese toon. Now is the time when Chinese toon is tender, and it will be gone in a few days. Chuxia and An'an, eat more, Zhiguan and Lulu also eat."

Jiang Zhiguan ate everything, and he ate Chinese toon with relish, and even gave it to Zhang Lu to eat.

Zhang Lu wrinkled her nose and retreated. She didn't like eating Chinese toon. This taste was too weird.

Cen Huaian is not picky about food. He will eat anything that is edible. Moreover, he does not think that Chinese toon and tofu are unpalatable. He even thinks that they are very fresh and have a different taste from other vegetables. He eats them with relish.

Zhang Lu does not want to waste food. Her parents and teachers have told her not to waste food since she was a child. Her mother said that when she was a child, she wanted to eat these things but they were not available. It is good enough that she is not hungry.

She looked at it and did not want to give the food to her mother, otherwise she would say that she is picky about food. She shifted her gaze to Cen Huaian. He was eating so deliciously!

Zhang Lu rolled her eyes, moved her head closer to Cen Huaian, and asked him in a low voice: "Brother An An, can I give you the Chinese toon and tofu?"

Cen Huaian looked at her and said nothing. Zhang Lu thought he was unwilling. Her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and she was about to hold her breath and eat it herself.

Cen Huaian reached out his chopsticks to pick up the Chinese toon and tofu in her bowl and ate it.

Zhang Lu blinked and immediately broke into a big smile: "An An, you are so nice!"

Chu Xia noticed the little action of the two. A smile flashed across her eyes, and she used her chopsticks to pick up the food, pretending not to see it.

Grandpa Jiang was also in a good mood, and continued to pick up Chinese toon and tofu for Zhang Lu with a sense of humor: "Lu Lu has eaten it all, and it seems that she likes it very much. Eat more! An An should eat too. Grandma loves you, right?"

Zhang Lu looked at Grandpa Jiang seriously: "Grandma, can you only love your brother An An now?"

She didn't want the love of Chinese toon and tofu.

Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Zhiguan laughed at her words, and Chu Xia couldn't help laughing out loud.

Cen Huaian was only focused on eating. He looked at his mother, then at his great-grandmother and cousin, not understanding what they were laughing at.

However, he saw the Chinese toon and tofu in Zhang Lu's bowl, so he took some and ate it again, lowering his head to concentrate on eating. At the dinner table, eating is always the most important thing.

Zhang Lu no longer had to eat the Chinese toon and tofu, and she was smiling. She felt that her brother An An was the best. She would definitely protect him in the future, and no one could bully him!

In early summer, the three adults were happy to see that the two children had a good relationship. No matter how the two siblings got along, Grandpa Jiang was the happiest. He liked the harmony between the younger generations.

Cen Huaian did not learn chess in the afternoon. He and Zhang Lu took a nap at noon and were taken out to play by her.

Zhang Lu was not only familiar with the area near his home, but also felt at home at Grandpa Jiang's place and had many friends.

She took Cen Huaian to play crazy games in the alley, playing hide-and-seek, fighting the devils, fighting chickens...

Because Cen Huaian was injured, he couldn't play many games, but Zhang Lu didn't mind the trouble at all, and hid him first when playing hide-and-seek.

When fighting the devils, he was a prisoner being watched, and when fighting chickens, he was the referee, anyway, he could sit and participate.

At first, Cen Huaian thought it was boring and didn't want to play, but later he joined in. Although he was a marginal figure, he played very seriously.

When Zhang Lu brought Cen Huaian back, both of their little faces were rosy and their eyes were sparkling. You can tell at a glance that they are very happy.

After a pleasant weekend, Chuxia sent Cen Huaian to school the next day, Monday. Although his feet are not as swollen as before, they are not completely healed.

Moreover, a sprained ankle cannot be healed for a week or two, and he must not be touched during this period. Chu Xia could not let him go to school alone.

She sent him to his seat and said to him, "When you go to the toilet, ask your classmates to help you. Don't be stubborn and don't be embarrassed to ask."

Cen Huaian nodded and said "hmm". Chu Xia rubbed his head and left.

As soon as Chu Xia left, Cen Huaian's deskmate looked at the bruises on his face and his swollen ankle with an expression of dismay. It was so painful to look at.

"Didn't I tell you to run? Why didn't you run after school? If you run, Zhao Yin won't be able to find you, and you won't be beaten."

His deskmate carefully looked to see if Zhao Yin had come, and made sure that there was no one behind him before talking to Cen Huaian.

Cen Huaian frowned: didn't he remember his deskmate telling him to run? He carefully recalled what happened that day to make sure he didn't hear his deskmate say this.

"When did you tell me to run away?"

His deskmate's eyes widened: "That note, I wrote it telling you to run away after school."

Cen Huaian took out the note from the desk folding, looked at it again, but still couldn't see where it said to tell him to run away.

He put the note on the table and pointed at the two little figures: "Which one is me and which one is running?"

His deskmate put his finger on the little figure with a line drawn in front and said: "This is you, this line means you should run away after school, run like the wind and don't get caught. The fatter one is Zhao Yin."

Cen Huaian looked at the note: ...

If his deskmate didn't say it, he would have thought that the fat little figure was going to tie up the thin little figure, and he couldn't see the intention of running away.

My deskmate was still talking, "Luckily I saw you were walking too slowly and didn't leave first, otherwise I wouldn't have seen Zhao Yin and the others beat you. If I hadn't been smart enough to call the teacher..." My

deskmate looked at Cen Huaian sympathetically and said, "You would have been beaten even worse."

Cen Huaian didn't know about this, he thought Teacher Fang just happened to see it when he got home from school.

"Thank you." He put the note away and tucked it in his book.

His deskmate said, "Don't mess with Zhao again in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Yin entering the classroom. He immediately sat up and shrank back, shielding his face with the book, and kept moving his nose to let Cen Huaian do the same.

Cen Huaian didn't move, glanced at Zhao Yin, and slowly took out the book to read, not caring about Zhao Yin at all.

But when Zhao Yin saw Cen Huaian, his body stiffened, thinking of his ferocity in the fight, and his terrible mother and uncle, fear appeared in his eyes.

When his mother got home, she beat him and his brother up, saying that Uncle Cen Huaian was a gangster, and told him not to mess with Cen Huaian again, and not to fight in school again, otherwise she would beat them up when she got home!

Zhao Yin walked back to his seat stiffly, lowered his head and lay on the table, not daring to look at Cen Huaian. He really wanted the teacher to change his seat.

Cen Huaian's deskmate observed for a long time and found that Zhao Yin was hiding from Cen Huaian. He was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out: "Deskmate, Zhao Yin was actually afraid of you, what did you do?"

Cen Huaian spoke very little: "Fight with him."

The deskmate thought about it and it was really like this. Cen Huaian and Zhao Yin were so fierce when they fought, and he was scared just watching.

He couldn't use this method, but Cen Huaian was his deskmate, and Zhao Yin should not bully him in the future.

Cen Huaian's deskmate suddenly became happy.

After the fight, Cen Huaian's life in school became stable.

After the fight between him and Zhao Yin, his classmates admired him very much and liked to play with him. When he went to the toilet, many people helped him. He said that many classmates wanted to play chess with him.

But soon no one wanted to play chess with him anymore because they couldn't beat him.

Chuxia went out to buy groceries or stayed at home to study. Therefore, she didn't know many neighbors, only Teacher Fang's family.

Two or three days later, Jiang Zhida came to Chuxia's house. This time he didn't have a car, so he came on a bicycle.

"Cousin, I found someone who is willing to teach An An martial arts!"

There are no Taekwondo classes or Jujitsu classes now. If you want to learn some martial arts to strengthen your body, you either know someone who has inherited the martial arts in your family, or find a way yourself.

"Who is it?"

Chu Xia was also very interested in the person Jiang Zhida found.

"Let me drink some water first. I'm so thirsty after riding all the way."

Chu Xia hurriedly poured him some water. The water in the teapot on the table was cooled by her and was just warm.

After drinking two large glasses of water, Jiang Zhida wiped his mouth and said, "He's a retired soldier, and my uncle-in-law introduced me to him."

Jiang Zhida scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I asked my friends, but those they know who claim to know martial arts are just fancy moves and not practical, and they don't know anyone who is really good. A friend told me that if I want to learn self-defense skills, it's better to find those powerful retired soldiers who have experienced actual combat. Their skills are all trained with real guns and real bullets. So I asked my aunt."

Jiang Zhida did not hide it from Chuxia and told her everything about his search for a martial arts teacher.

"My aunt told my uncle, and I went to find Sun Feng in Beijing as my uncle said. He promised me to teach An An once a week, on Sunday afternoon."

Chu Xia heard what Jiang Zhida said, and it seemed that no one had told him that Zhang Lu was also learning. She thought that Grandpa Jiang or Jiang Zhiguan would tell him.

"Dazi, not only An An, but Lu Lu also wants to learn."

Jiang Zhida really didn't know about this: "My sister didn't tell me."

"Then ask your cousin if the teacher is willing to take another child over?"

Jiang Zhida smiled: "Teaching more will charge more money, what's there to be unwilling about? It's just right that I'll ask my cousin if he wants to send Wei first."

There are only three children in the family. Two of them are learning martial arts, so the other one will follow.

After Jiang Zhida delivered the message, he had lunch at Chuxia's house and then rode away in a hurry.

Cen Huaian was very happy at this moment. He said to Chuxia: "Mom, after I learn Go with grandpa in the morning, can I go to practice martial arts in the afternoon?"

Chuxia said "um", "You may learn with your cousin Lulu and cousin Weixian."

Cen Huaian liked his cousin Zhang Lu very much. She would take him to play all kinds of fun things, and he didn't dislike his cousin Weixian. He was looking forward to learning martial arts together, mainly because he wanted to learn it himself.

The sky was a bit gloomy in the afternoon. Chuxia gave Cen Huaian an extra coat and stuffed a raincoat in his schoolbag. When she sent him to school, she told him: "If it rains after school, you wait for your mother in the classroom."

In the afternoon, it really rained lightly. The rain was not heavy, just like a thin thread, making the outside foggy.

Most spring rains are like this. You won't get wet even if you don't hold an umbrella. Moreover, the weather will get hotter and hotter after each spring rain.

Chuxia went to the school to pick up Cen Huaian with an umbrella. He sat obediently in his seat. Many students had already rushed into the rain, laughing happily and rushing home.

"An An."

"Mom!"

Cen Huaian's deskmate hadn't left yet. He saw Chu Xia coming to pick up An An and smiled shyly at her. Before Chu Xia could say anything, he had already run out with his schoolbag.

"Is he your deskmate?" Chu Xia asked him while supporting An An.

"Yes, his name is Kong Yilin, and he was waiting for you with me just now."

Although Kong Yilin didn't say it, Cen Huaian knew why he didn't leave right after school. He had always waited for Chu Xia to come before leaving before, but there were many people in the classroom at that time, so Chu Xia didn't notice it.

Chu Xia put on a raincoat for Cen Huaian and said with some regret: "I should have called him and said thank you just now. And I saw that he didn't bring an umbrella, we can still send him off."

Cen Huaian shook his head: "Mom, don't do this, he is timid, you saying thank you to him will scare him, I will just say it to him." Chu Xia

thought about it and nodded, let the children handle the children's affairs, the children will be uncomfortable if the adults intervene.

She held the umbrella and let Cen Huaian hold her arm, and the two walked into the rain.

The raindrops were so fine and dense that they seemed to be woven into a huge rain curtain. Chu Xia breathed in the air with the smell of rain vapor and fresh soil, and asked Cen Huaian: "An An, is this rain beautiful?"

Cen Huaian looked up at the rain, then at the weather. There was no sun, and it was gloomy, which he didn't like.

He shook his head: "It's not pretty."

Cen Huaian just wanted to go home quickly. The wind blew the rain onto his face, which was very uncomfortable.

Chuxia didn't force Cen Huaian to say that the rain was pretty. After all, everyone feels differently about things.

"If you don't think it's pretty, then An An, write a diary about why you don't like rain."

Cen Huaian: ...

Mom forced him to write a diary again, and he had to write it.

Back home, listening to the sound of rain outside, Chuxia and Cen Huaian were eating in the living room. When they looked up, they could see the rain falling in the yard outside.

In the house, Cen Huaian was quietly pulling two small pieces of steamed buns in his hand to feed Huangzi and Heizi, and his eyes were still paying attention to Chuxia's movements.

"Mom, the teacher said that Qingming Festival is coming soon, and we should go to the Martyrs' Cemetery to sweep the graves together."

Chuxia was so focused on studying at home that she forgot the time.

When Cen Huaian mentioned Qingming Festival, she was stunned and looked up at the calendar hanging in the living room. It was indeed coming soon. No wonder it started to rain.

Chuxia's mood suddenly fell. She also wanted to sweep the grave for her grandfather, but she didn't even have a place to sweep the grave.

During the New Year, it was inconvenient for her to live in the northwest, so she just whispered to her grandfather in her heart while eating the New Year's Eve dinner that she was living well now and asked him not to worry.

After returning to her home in Liangzhou, she lit a stick of incense for her grandfather at home and burned some paper money.

"Mom?"

Cen Huaian's voice brought Chu Xia back to her senses. She swallowed the food in her mouth and asked nonchalantly, "Did your teacher tell us about the requirement to sweep the graves?"

Cen Huaian shook his head, "No."

Children in preschool are not Young Pioneers and do not have red scarves, so they do not need to prepare anything. They just need to be careful not to wear bright clothes and remember to wear a small flower made of white paper on their chest.

Before going to bed at night, Chu Xia tossed and turned

and could not sleep. She wanted to sweep the grave for her grandfather and also wanted to worship her grandfather during festivals. She sighed and lay on the bed with a depressed mood. She did not know when she fell asleep.

The weather was still bad the next day. It rained intermittently, and Chu Xia was not in the mood to appreciate the rain.

In addition, she woke up early in the morning and found that her period had come, so she was listless all day and looked in poor condition.

Although her body was almost recovered, Chuxia still felt very uncomfortable during her period.

Her stomach didn't hurt severely, but it came and went. She could only lie in bed to feel better, and her waist would ache.

At this time, Chuxia missed the baby warmer in her previous life. It would be much more comfortable to put one on her stomach.

The pain of her period made Chuxia unable to think of anything else. She just wanted her aunt to pass quickly.

She couldn't pick up An An, so she asked her next-door neighbor, Teacher Fang, to do it.

As a woman, she can empathize with this kind of thing the most. Teacher Fang is a nice person, and she has a good impression of Chuxia and Anan. Anan is also a student in her class, so naturally she agreed.

On Sunday, after the difficult first day, Chuxia felt much better and was not in so much pain.

But she was still not in a good mental state. When Grandpa Jiang saw her for the first time, he thought she was sick. Chuxia just said that she was fine, but she didn't sleep well.

Grandpa Jiang saw that Chuxia didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions, but when Jiang Zhida and Jiang Zhiguan came over, he asked them to take care of each other.

Facing Jiang Zhiguan, Chuxia didn't hide it anymore, and whispered in her ear.

When she heard this, she immediately chased Jiang Zhida away who wanted to ask more questions: "Why do you, a grown man, ask so many questions about women's affairs? Get out! Don't disturb us."

Jiang Zhiguan didn't have dysmenorrhea. She looked at Chuxia's pale face and asked worriedly: "Are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" It

's not like she hasn't seen colleagues fainting from pain. It's scary when someone is seriously ill.

Chuxia shook her head: "No, I don't feel that much pain, I just feel uncomfortable and don't have much energy."

Jiang Zhiguan nodded: "Although I don't feel any pain, but I don't feel smooth when I have my period."

She went to the kitchen to find brown sugar and made a cup of brown sugar water for Chuxia.

At lunch time, the eldest son of my second uncle, Jiang Zhijie, came with his son Jiang Weixian. After lunch, Jiang Zhijie left and handed his son to Jiang Zhida.

"I have other things to do. Dazi, you can take Weixian over. Tell me how much it costs when you get there."

Then he hurriedly got on his bicycle and left without waiting for Jiang Zhida to say anything.

"Uncle." Jiang Weixian spoke. He was a big boy. He was younger than Cen Huaian, but only two months younger. He just celebrated his sixth birthday.

Jiang Zhiguan was not as busy as Jiang Zhijie. She had a normal rest on Sundays, so she followed Jiang Zhida to the home of her martial arts teacher Sun Feng.

Sun Feng's home is not far from Grandpa Jiang's home, but he lives in a large compound with many families living in it.

Sun Feng's family lives in the back house, and the lighting is not very good. The whole family is squeezed into one room.

Most ordinary families live like this now, and the houses allocated by the unit are not very big. When Chu Xia was in the family compound, the space of each room in the whole family building was also very small, and it was also a family living there.

Today is not a serious study, just to meet the teacher, after all, the environment of the large compound is not suitable for teaching.

Sun Feng's house is small, so many people can't stand, so he came out to talk to Chu Xia and the others.

As soon as she saw Sun Feng, Chu Xia knew why he retired from the army, because the sleeve of his left arm was empty.

Seeing that the three children were looking at his sleeve without an arm, Sun Feng said in a deep voice: "I lost this arm in the army. Don't worry, losing an arm will not affect my ability."

When the people in early summer heard what he said, they were filled with admiration. Sun Feng, a retired soldier who had served the country, deserved everyone's respect.

Sun Feng's family had some martial arts background, but because of the war and the times, almost all his family members were gone, and his family was once very poor.

I thought it would be good for him to join the army. He had the ability and could endure hardships in the army. In the barracks, not many people could beat him.

Who knew that the shells were ruthless, and he was lucky to be able to save his life. Losing an arm was a loss, and retiring was a retirement.

But after retiring from the army, his personality was not suitable for ordinary units. He was excluded and ignored. His salary was not high. There were many children in the family. He and his parents had many conflicts in the same house.

When Sun Feng was worrying about how to make money, Jiang Zhida came to his house.

It was just teaching a child. It was too simple.

He had thrown away the ancestral teachings of not teaching outsiders. The ancestral teachings were not as important as supporting the family. He would explain it to the ancestors after he died. They would understand.

When Sun Feng saw that he had two more children, he didn't care. He was even happy that he could make more money.

However, the three children were all delicate and looked like they couldn't stand the hardship. He said in advance: "Practicing martial arts is very hard, and you have to be able to persevere."

He didn't need to say this, the three children knew it, and Cen Huaian and Zhang Lu immediately nodded and said that they would persevere.

Jiang Weixian hesitated, he didn't want to suffer, but his sister and brother answered, and they all looked at him.

Jiang Weixian pursed his lips and said unsteadily: "I can persevere too."

Sun Feng didn't care so much, he just made sure that all three of them could learn.

As for the root bone and so on, it's not to become a martial arts master, it's just to strengthen the body for self-defense, no matter how poor the talent is, you can learn it.

Because Cen Huaian's foot has not been fully healed, in early summer, they just agreed with Sun Feng on what time and where to practice martial arts on Sunday afternoons, and to pay the tuition.

As soon as Chu Xia and his group left, many people in the compound where Sun Feng lived began to inquire about the news, asking him if he was going to be rich and suddenly knew so many unusual people.

Sun Feng was unwilling to pay attention to them and looked at them with a cold face. The evil spirit he brought back from the battlefield scared those people and they dared not ask any more questions.

However, there must have been whispers. That's how it is in a compound. There are no secrets.

Sun Feng's family was very happy. With an extra income, they could save money to see if they could solve the problem of housing for the whole family.

Chu Xia was very satisfied with Sun Feng. Although he looked a little fierce and didn't talk much, his eyes were upright and he carried a sense of righteousness from the army, which did not dissipate even after he retired.

After all, she had lived in the military family compound and had seen many soldiers, so she could naturally see some of the characteristics of soldiers.

Moreover, Sun Feng was recommended by Mr. Cen, so he couldn't be any worse.

"An An, do you like the martial arts teacher just now?"

Chu Xia and An An were sitting on the bus on their way home, and she asked Cen Huaian.

An An thought for a while and nodded: "I like him." He felt that Teacher Sun was very strong, although he didn't see what he did, he just had this feeling inexplicably.

"Then you should study hard, not only can you protect yourself, but also protect mom when you grow up."

Chu Xia leaned back in the chair and continued: "Mom is so weak, she will definitely not be able to run fast when she meets a bad guy, and then she will have to rely on An An."

Cen Huaian immediately felt a sense of responsibility rising in his heart. He hugged Chu Xia's arm, pursed his lips, and said with firm eyes: "Mom, I will protect you!"

Chu Xia laughed when she heard his words and rubbed his hair: "Okay. But don't push yourself too hard. When you grow up, even if you don't know martial arts, mom believes that you can protect me."

Cen Huaian said "hmm".

After returning home, Chuxia called Jiang Shengnan to thank her and Cen's father for helping Cen Huaian find a teacher. Sun Feng is very good and An An likes him very much.

Jiang Shengnan was happy to hear Chuxia talking: "What are you thanking me for? An An is my grandson. It's not normal for a grandmother like me to do this for him."

Chuxia talked to her for a few more words, talking about her life after coming to Beijing, and about Cen Zhengnian and Cen Huaian. Knowing that Jiang Shengnan missed her grandson, she gave the phone to An An and asked him to talk to Jiang Shengnan.

After the call, it was already late, but it was not completely dark yet. Chuxia went home to prepare to cut An An's hair.

Children's hair grows fast. The hair of the two dogs has grown out, and Cen Huaian's hair has grown to cover his eyes.

I have been busy these days and have not cut his hair, so it is a good time to cut it now.

Chuxia put a large shirt of Cen Zhengnian around him and then started to work.

She was very skilled at this job, so she cut quickly with the scissors.

Tufts of black hair fell from Cen Huaian's head. The two puppies were curious about what it was. They sniffed and wanted to lick it. Cen Huaian hurried them away: "Yellow! Black! You can't eat it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppies hadn't run away yet, and Cen Zhengnian's voice rang out outside the door: "Chuxia! An'an!"

Chuxia suddenly heard his voice, her heart skipped a beat, her hands trembled, and she cut off an extra tuft of Cen Huaian's hair.

Looking at the uneven patch of hair on the back of his head that exposed his scalp, Chuxia gestured with a guilty conscience: Fortunately, it is not unsalvageable. And it is at the back, so it will not affect it.

"Mom, Dad!"

Chuxia handed the scissors to Cen Huaian, clapped her hands on her apron and said, "I heard you, sit down, I'll go open the door for your dad."

She turned and walked out.

Chuxia opened the door, and Cen Zhengnian was standing outside the door pushing a bicycle. When he saw her, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm back."

Chuxia couldn't help but smile: "Why are you home now?"

Cen Zhengnian pushed the bicycle in, closed the door and said, "Tomorrow is Qingming Festival."

Chuxia said "hmm", she knew this, the weather was not good today, it was cloudy all the time, and it even rained a little at noon.

Cen Zhengnian had locked the door and turned around, his eyes fell on Chuxia's face, and found that her complexion was not very good, walked over and touched her forehead, she didn't have a fever.

He put down his hand and took Chu Xia's hand freely. His hand was a little cold, so he wrapped her hand in his hand to warm it and said, "You don't look very well. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Chu Xia nodded, "Women have their period every month."

Cen Zhengnian didn't understand at first, but when he thought about it carefully, his ears turned red instantly. He knew what Chu Xia meant.

He coughed lightly, "Then... what should I do?"

Chu Xia looked at him depressedly. No matter what he did, she would suffer these days.

"It would be great if we could exchange bodies. You can endure these pains for me."

Cen Zhengnian couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "I want to, too."

He wasn't lying to Chuxia. If he could, he would. He was a grown man, and it didn't matter that he was thick-skinned. Chuxia was weak to begin with, and he felt bad for her to suffer so much.

"Oh." Chuxia sighed. It was impossible for her to think about it. She continued with the previous topic: "You haven't told me what you are going to do when you come back? Are you going to sweep grandma's grave?"

Grandpa told her today that tomorrow on Qingming Festival, all the Jiang family members would go to worship grandma and sweep her grave. Chuxia would go too.

Cen Zhengnian put away the smile on his face, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes: "Yes. I haven't visited grandma for a long time, and so has my mother."

He and Jiang Shengnan had been in the northwest before, and it was really a long time since they had been to grandma's cemetery to sweep her grave and visit her.

Although she would burn incense and paper money for her grandmother every year during the holidays, she still wanted to visit the cemetery and talk to her grandmother.

Chuxia patted his hands and was about to comfort him when Cen Huaian, who was waiting anxiously in the yard, called them: "Mom! Dad!"

She quickly pulled Cen Zhengnian and walked quickly across the screen wall into the yard.

"I'm here! I'll continue cutting your hair."

Chuxia let go of Cen Zhengnian's hand, walked behind Cen Huaian, and started to think about how to fix the part she had cut badly with the scissors.

However, Cen Huaian saw the happiness in his father's eyes and wanted his father to hug him, but Chu Xia pressed him on the chair: "Don't move! What if I mess up your hair?"

Cen Huaian raised his head, and Cen Zhengnian saw the wound on his face that had not yet healed completely. His brows furrowed instantly, and he squatted in front of An An to look carefully.

"The wound on An An's face?"

Chu Xia, who was cutting her hair, said, "He got this from a fight with other kids."

She explained the whole story in a few words, "That's it. I also want to thank Da Zi for his help."

Cen Zhengnian's heart felt like it was bitten by countless ants. He felt heartache and guilt. He gently touched Cen Huaian's face, "An An, does it hurt?"

Cen Huaian shook his head, "Dad, it doesn't hurt."

Cen Zhengnian went to look at his ankle again and didn't speak for a long time after that.

Chuxia noticed that Cen Zhengnian was in a bad mood. She stopped scissors and reached out to pull him up: "Look, are the left and right sides the same?"

Cen Zhengnian knew that Chuxia didn't want him to be immersed in guilt all the time. He cooperated with her to suppress his emotions in his heart, stepped back and bent down to look at Cen Huaian's hair carefully.

"Same."

It was the first time for Cen Zhengnian to see Chuxia cutting An An's hair. There was some curiosity in his eyes: "Did you cut An An's hair like this before?"

Chuxia and An An wrote about her cutting Cen Huaian's hair in the letter to Cen Zhengnian, but of course she didn't say the specific situation.

"Yes."

Chuxia thought about how to cut it and started to use the scissors. "Click, click", the hair slipped off Cen Huaian's head.

Cen Zhengnian watched Chuxia cut Cen Huaian's hair into a buzz cut, the length of the hair was no more than one centimeter.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Is it too short?"

"No!" Chuxia said confidently, "It's just right, it makes An An look energetic and good-looking."

Cen Zhengnian said, "Hmm," "It's really energetic."

Chuxia: "The most important thing is that I cut it myself." She emphasized the word "myself."

An An nodded beside her, with a little pride in her eyes.

The uncomfortable emotions that Cen Zhengnian had just felt were diluted a lot by the two of them.

He touched his hair, then looked at Cen Huaian's hair. Such a short haircut was not ugly.

"Chuxia, I think my hair is a little long too."

Chuxia shook the shirt that Cen Zhengnian used as a haircut apron, and shook her head, "No, I promised An An that I would only cut his hair."

Cen Huaian said, "Hmm," and Cen Zhengnian could only put away his thoughts.

At night, Chuxia was sitting in front of the dressing table applying vanishing cream to herself. Cen Zhengnian suddenly said, "Chuxia, An'an is asleep now."

Chuxia looked at him in confusion. She was having her period now and couldn't do anything. It didn't matter whether An'an was asleep or not. Why did he bring this up?

Cen Zhengnian smiled and said, "He won't notice if you cut my hair now."

Chuxia paused and looked at him, "He will know when he sees your hair tomorrow morning."

Cen Zhengnian: He forgot about it.

"Then forget it."

Chuxia applied the vanishing cream, picked up her hair roll and said, "I promised An'an to keep it. You should find a barber to do your hair in the future."

Being able to find a barber is a luxury for people like Cen Zhengnian. In the past, they were too busy to care about hair. They either cut each other's hair or cut it themselves.

In the evening, Cen Zhengnian still told Chuxia a lot of questions she had. After finishing, Chuxia asked him curiously: "Is there anything you don't know? It seems like you know everything."

"Yes." Cen Zhengnian said, helping Chuxia pack up.

"What?"

Cen Zhengnian: "Cooking, cutting hair, and giving birth. There are many things I don't know. I'm not omnipotent."

Chuxia: "That's right, except for dumplings, An'an doesn't like the other dishes you cook."

Cen Zhengnian laughed lightly.

The two of them were lying on the bed. Chuxia still felt uncomfortable in her lower abdomen and her waist was sore. She took Cen Zhengnian's big hand and asked him to put it on her lower abdomen: "Your hands are hot, warm them up for me."

Cen Zhengnian frowned: "Are you in great pain? I'll get you a cup of hot water."

Chuxia: "No, you keep this hand warm for me..."

She patted his other hand and said: "Rub my waist for me."

Cen Zhengnian didn't have any evil thoughts at this time. He did exactly what Chuxia said and asked her if she could use more strength.

Chuxia lay on her side, her lower abdomen and waist were wrapped in the warm big hands, which made her feel very comfortable, much more comfortable than when she slept alone last night.

She responded with "hmm", not letting Cen Zhengnian's hand leave. The heat source spread from her lower abdomen to her whole body. She fell asleep unknowingly and slept soundly all night.

Cen Zhengnian's hand never left her belly all night, and he held her from behind.