"Well, okay, then I'll go play chess with Uncle Zichuan at night!" Chen'er nodded.

Yang Ruoqing smiled softly and gently rubbed the top of his soft hair, "Anything is fine, as long as my son is happy."

Chen'er raised her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing gratefully: "Mom, you are so kind, reasonable and considerate! I am very happy to be your and dad's son!"

"Silly boy!" Yang Ruoqing rubbed Chen'er's hair again, her eyes filled with relief.

To be honest, Yang Ruoqing really felt that if she wanted to have a baby, she should do it as soon as possible.

When the child is still a swaddling baby, when the child is babbling, when the child is toddling...

When a child begins to learn to play with friends, when the child is still a toddler, if you love your child, hug the child more, kiss the child more, and spend more time with the child.

Because when the children grow up and reach the age of ten now, it will be a little more convenient if they are of the same sex, but if they are of the opposite sex, it is really not suitable to hug, kiss, and so on.

Because he will be shy.

Especially for a child like Chen'er who is mature and mature earlier than other children of the same age, kissing him will embarrass him.

So many times, Yang Ruoqing felt that there was a lot missing between herself and Chen'er.

In her memory, Chen'er was still a swaddled little boy who was more than three months old. He was very well-behaved and didn't cry or fuss.

When we met again, he was already a young boy who was over seven years old and almost eight years old.

She is both civilized and military, and her talent puts her to shame.

She owed Chen'er a childhood.

Even if she has a huge fortune, even if one person is less than ten thousand people, even if she can call the wind and rain, it will never be able to make up for this lack, this guilt, this regret in her heart.

I never feel that I am close enough to my son. I really want to hold him in my arms and sleep together, tell him those childish stories, really want to feed him with my own hands, and help him bathe...

But in the blink of an eye, he was already an older child who was almost ten years old. He was as tall as Luo Fengtang and almost reached her shoulders...

"Mom, what are you and my brother talking about in secret together?" A pair of white and tender little hands suddenly came from behind and rested on the shoulders of Yang Ruoqing and Chen'er respectively.

You don't need to guess to know that it's Baobao Luo, she is a ghost.

"I'm telling mother that after paying New Year's greetings to the elders at night, I plan to stay with Uncle Zichuan." Chen'er turned to Baobao Luo and said.

When Luo Baobao heard this, he became very excited.

"Playing chess? What a great idea, I'll go too!" she said.

Chen'er smiled, revealing a cute little tiger tooth.

"You can go, but you have to promise not to cause trouble," he said.

"What? Your sister still likes to cause trouble?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

Without waiting for Chen'er's response, Luo Baobao puffed up his cheeks and said, "Brother, that's nonsense. I didn't make any trouble. I just stood aside and watched, and then came up with some ideas of my own."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Watch the chess without saying anything. If you want to watch it, you have to watch it quietly."

Luo Baobao was a little unconvinced and defended: "But, mother, didn't you say before that you must have your own ideas as a person? You can't just follow others' behavior when you see it. That's because you have no independent opinion."

"Mom, you also said that to be a human being, we need to know how to think, and we must always turn our brains. The more we turn, the more flexible our heads will be. Otherwise, they will get rusty. By then, one plus one will be equal to one!"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other with Chen'er.

Both mother and son were obviously confused by Luo Baobao's explanation.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and said with a smile: "You girl, you really have a clever mouth that can talk. Your brother and I can't speak to you with our two tongues."

"Come on, it's a good idea that you are qualified, but I still want to teach you that watching the game without saying anything is a basic virtue."

"It's because your Uncle Zichuan and your brother dote on you that they don't care about you. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't want to see you," she said.

Chen'er said: "Mom, don't say that. In fact, my sister is very well-behaved and a good sister who understands etiquette!"

"My mother and my brother are one of the good guys and the other of the bad guys, I can tell!" Baby Luo folded his hands on his chest and tilted his head arrogantly.

Chen'er smiled again, "For example, if someone is gesticulating next to you while you are painting, what would you think?"

"It's annoying, it's a fly. I want to slap it to death." Luo Baobao said without hesitation.

Chen'er smiled, "But that person has his own ideas about your painting. He wants to suggest that your eyebrows and eyes should not be painted like that, but should be painted like this. He also has his own ideas, so can he speak?"

Luo Baobao thought for a moment and said: "He can speak and make suggestions, but he must wait until I finish my painting."

"Because when I picked up the pen, I basically already had my own ideas in mind for that painting. I didn't want to be interrupted by his ideas and end up painting something completely different."

"If he wants to express his thoughts and make suggestions, he can, but he must wait until I finish before communicating." Luo Baobao said seriously.

Chen'er smiled and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Mom, my sister is really smart as ice and snow. With such a good sister, I feel more respectable when I walk out."

This is a deliberate attempt to coax Baby Luo, because Baby Luo does this.

Yang Ruoqing smiled knowingly, and turned to Luo Baobao, who was looking proud, and said: "Look, you can tell such a great truth yourself, and you can save others by yourself. Now you can understand the meaning of watching the chess without saying a word.

Alright?"

Luo Baobao was startled for a moment. She was so smart that she suddenly understood.

Xiaoqiao blushed a little, realizing her previous mistakes.

But she is arrogant, and she must never admit her mistakes.

So, she dove into Yang Ruoqing's arms to act coquettishly, and Yang Ruoqing pinched Baby Luo's waist. She was ticklish, giggled, and squirmed.

Chen'er sat aside and smiled as he watched his mother and sister playing around. Contentment and happiness flowed from the corner of his eyes to the tip of his eyebrows.

Not far away, Luo Fengtang, who was chatting with Blacksmith Luo and Yang Huazhong, also took the time to cast his gaze over.

When they saw their wives and children, they saw their wives holding a child in one arm. They didn't know what kind of funny joke they were telling, and the three of them laughed together.

The corners of Luo Fengtang's mouth couldn't help but curl up in pleasure.

The warm winter sun gradually climbed to the top of the mountain, and the mountain breeze became a little gentler.

From the foot of the mountain in the distance, the sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking could be heard. People who had arrived early were already cooking New Year's Eve dinner, and smoke was rising from the chimneys.

Luo Fengtang's chest was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

When people live in this world, they want nothing more than to reunite their flesh and blood and make the young and old healthy.

There is rice in the rice jar, oil in the oil pot, roof tiles on the head to protect from wind and rain, and skills at hand to support a family, wife and children.
Chapter completed!