"This girl is so biased. My mother didn't come back for several months, so why did she just go to your father?"

Seeing the father and daughter laughing and getting intimate, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel jealous.

Hearing this, Luo Baobao turned to look at Yang Ruoqing and said in a sweet voice: "Mom, my dad hasn't come back for a whole year. It's longer than mom has been away from home. The baby must be tired of his dad first, but the baby also feels the same in his heart. I miss you so much, don’t be jealous, hehe..."

Yang Ruoqing was startled. She hadn't seen her for several months, and she was talking more and more like a brat.

"I'm too lazy to hug you, I'll carry Zhi'er instead!"

Yang Ruoqing said, then he took a few steps forward to greet Dazhi.

"Zhi'er, take two pairs of schoolbags. You sister is so lazy. Come on, mother, come and get them!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and took the two schoolbags. As soon as she got her hands on the schoolbags, she found that they were really a bit heavy.

"Zhi'er, what's in the baby's schoolbag? Why is it so heavy?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask.

Dazhi smiled shyly and said: "They are all books, as well as the shoes that grandma asked us to bring to school to change our feet."

"In the baby's schoolbag, there is also a rabbit skin bag to warm the hands, and snacks during class..."

So many?

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but put her hand into Luo Baobao's schoolbag and took it out. Not only that, but also a whip, a slingshot, a comb...

This is not a schoolbag, this is simply Doraemon’s pocket!

"Come on, Zhi'er, let's go home!"

Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand to take Dazhi's hand. Luo Fengtang's side had changed from hugging to carrying baby Luo on his back. The family of four walked down the mountain and went home talking and laughing.

Luo Fengtang walked in front carrying Baby Luo. Along the way, Baby Luo hugged her father's neck and told him dreamy fairy tales.

Many of them sound really illogical and full of loopholes. They also include a few idioms that the baby Luo has yet to understand, which makes people laugh and cry.

But the father listened extremely seriously, chiming in a few words from time to time, and asking a few questions at key points.

In this way, Luo Baobao was greatly satisfied. The little girl talked more and more enthusiastically and became more and more addicted, as if she had found a soulmate.

In the back, Yang Ruoqing looked like a marching warrior, with two shoulder bags crossed on her chest, holding Dazhi in her hand, walking all the way, asking warmly about Dazhi and her baby's study at home during this period. and living conditions.

The mother is kind and the son is filial, the eyes of Dazhi are full of joy, and the little feet and legs are moving with each step, showing joy and excitement.

In front, Luo Fengtang suddenly stopped. He once again stretched out his hand towards Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, hang the schoolbag around my neck."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head decisively, "I can do it. Just concentrate on carrying your daughter. She is wearing thick cotton clothes and trousers, so she doesn't weigh a little. Just save your strength to carry her."

Luo Fengtang smiled, turned his head and glanced at his daughter behind him, she was all doting on her.

After not seeing each other for a year, my daughter has grown taller and her body is indeed heavier than before.

Carrying it on your back while walking on mountain roads does become a little bit strenuous after a long time.

However, he is happy.

When Luo Baobao heard what Yang Ruoqing said, he stuck out his little head in dissatisfaction and hummed: "I'm not heavy or not, I'm just a little baby. Mother is just talking nonsense."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and deliberately teased her: "Lying on your father's back, one of your legs is dangling so long. You are a big girl and you still need your father to carry you. Can't you just follow the example of your big brother Da Zhi and go on your own?" "

Luo Baobao glanced at Dazhi, then shook his head like a rattle, and twisted his body on Luo Fengtang's back.

"No, no, I want my father to carry me. My father is a general and has a lot of strength. Dad, don't you think so?" she asked.

As a slave girl, Luo Fengtang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, dad is strong enough to carry him."

"Dad, tell my mother, did I force you to carry me, or did you do it voluntarily?" Luo Baobao asked again.

Luo Fengtang quickly said: "I did it voluntarily, and dad is happy to carry it!"

Luo Fengtang raised his delicate eyebrows proudly and smiled triumphantly at Yang Ruoqing: "Mom, did you hear that? My dad said he wasn't tired and said he was happy to carry me, hehe..."

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head. This girl is really cunning.

However, looking at Luo Fengtang's fart, Yang Ruoqing also laughed sincerely.

"Chengchengcheng, I can't defeat you. You win. Let's go home quickly. It's almost dark," she urged.

The family entered the village and when they passed through the village, the villagers they met greeted Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang warmly.

The couple agreed, occasionally stopping to chat with each other.

The villagers then teased Luo Baobao: "Your parents are back for the New Year. Are you happy now?"

Luo Baobao hugged Luo Fengtang's neck and laughed.

If he encounters some villagers who haven't seen this side yet, Baby Luo will shout over there: "Mom, look this way, my parents are back!"

Seeing these childish little actions of Luo Baobao, Yang Ruoqing was filled with emotion.

Children should all be like this, right?

When my parents are here, I feel that my home is very lively and full of expectations. When I play in the village or go to relatives' houses, I feel confident.

If my parents are not around, I always feel like something is missing.

This is probably the dependence that blood is thicker than water.

When we got home, the main room was brightly lit.

Yang Huazhong, Blacksmith Luo, Xiao An, and Ah Hao were sitting at the table drinking tea and chatting. When they saw the couple and their children coming in, they all teased Luo Baobao and Da Zhi.

"Tiantian said it's not fun to be alone with old guys like us, but now my parents are back, isn't it fun?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Dazhi smiled sheepishly, while Luo Baobao looked around in the crowd and then ran straight to Xiao An to be intimate with his uncle.

Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang: "You can talk to my uncle and my father in the main room. I will go to the backyard kitchen to help my mother and aunt prepare dinner for them."

Luo Fengtang nodded, then sat down and helped his father-in-law and others refill their cups of tea.

Yang Ruoqing gave Luo Baobao a few more words, telling her not to be too naughty, then grabbed an apron and went to the backyard kitchen.

In the backyard kitchen, Wang Cuilian was cooking, Yang Ruolan was putting firewood on the fire, Tuoba Xian was helping with picking vegetables, peeling garlic, etc. Yang Ruolan and Ah Hao's daughter Xiaoya were playing nearby.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Xiaoya shyly called out "Aunt Qing."

Yang Ruoqing gently rubbed Xiaoya's little face and said, "My brothers and sisters are back from school. Go play with them in the front yard!"
Chapter completed!