"Yeah then."
"Have you finished feeding me yet? Sister hasn't taken a picture of you yet. What should I do?"
Shan Xing put her small palm over her mouth, covering her small teeth:
"Let's shoot now. I'm done with my work. I asked my mother to change me into pants without patches."
Bi Yue sighed and then smiled: "Wait a minute, there is a cake at my sister's house, I will go get it, and you can feed your brother, okay?"
After saying that, Bi Yue kissed the little girl on the cheek before leaving, which showed that she really loved the child.
She happened to pass by here yesterday and saw the scene when she took a look.
The four-year-old child sat on the doorstep, patting the two-year-old child next to him with one hand, while blowing on the steaming porridge with a spoon.
She blew on it carefully, cooled it down, and then put it into her brother's mouth. She asked in a serious tone, "Brother, is it hot?"
The expression on her face when she was feeding her brother and the action of handing him the spoon looked so natural.
If you ignore the little girl's pigtails and the bib around her neck, you can seem to see what she will look like when she grows up.
Bi Yue didn't know why her eyes suddenly became moist, and she walked into the yard unconsciously.
So last night, she had the idea of taking a picture of the epitome of this era.
Even if it’s just scenery, daily necessities, food and drink, what people are wearing, just take pictures of whatever you can.
Because she knew that children born from now on would not be able to perceive these things.
Because they have a certificate, a little red booklet, called the One-Child Certificate.
And the child born five years later is her in later generations.
They don’t understand the stories of this era even more.
If you haven't been there, you can't understand why, even when things get really bad, you still have to come together to show your unbreakable bond of family. (To be continued.)
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