"Mom... the delicious bugs are gone... eh eh eh eh..." Wei Jing was forced to wash her hands several times by Si Xi. When she came back, her eyes were filled with tears of grievance.
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I held her on my knees, shook her gently and coaxed her, "Be good, that one doesn't taste good. I'll ask Chef Wang to make you some croquettes later, okay?"
Wei Jing nodded with tears in his eyes, "Yes, I also want the steamed pork buns."
"Okay, sauce pork buns."
"Two of them!"
"Okay, just two."
After having unfinished business, Fu Donglou became an inseparable part of me in another way, and I dedicated all my love in the world to her.
Wei Jing has loved to eat and cry since she was a child. She will cry if she is not given something delicious, and she will be soothed if she is given something delicious to cry. I feel that her soft, moist and spiritual character attributes are very different from those of me and Fu Dong.
They are all very different. It is really strange that she was born with it. I don’t know who she inherited it from?
However, Wei Jing's features and eyes really do look a bit like that person, like that faraway person who has not yet returned.
"Mom, why don't daddy come to see me?" Before she had cried enough, she pouted her little mouth and started acting coquettishly.
"Because dad is very busy. He has a lot of things to do. When he is done, he will come to see you."
"But Wu Dongcen from our private school said that his father's business of killing pigs and selling meat was very busy, but he would put him to bed every night. He said that no matter how busy he was, and he was not an emperor with many things to do, it was all an excuse. I
I think he’s right, dad definitely doesn’t want me anymore, right?”
I don’t know what was going on in this little smart guy’s mind, but he almost got me involved. Fortunately, he was still too old, so I decisively changed the subject, “You know how to use the word ‘managing everything every day’.
Is your husband a Protestant? Can you write? My mother writes very well, do you want to compare words?"
Wei Jing was immediately attracted by my suggestion, "Yes! If I win the competition, can I have another gummy candy?"
"Let's talk about it after we win."
Suddenly there was a loud cry in the street, and Sanyuan Sixi ran in and surrounded me tightly, with tears streaming down their faces, "Madam..."
I had not yet wiped the ink all over my face. The rice paper was so messed up that I could not read the handwriting for the time being. And I had just finished writing the word "日". Before I could finish writing one side of the word "理", I was suddenly called.
His shout was choked to death - "Madam, the emperor has passed away..."
Died? How could it happen? Fu Donglou can't leave yet, can't leave so far away without any mental preparation for me!
"Your Majesty... I have been coughing up blood for several days. I died early this morning. It is estimated that at this time, I have already entered the imperial mausoleum... Wuwu... Madam, please spare your condolences..." Sanyuan choked with tears.
Si Xi burst into tears and pulled at her unfinished sleeves, "Miss, hurry up and cry!"
I had mixed feelings in my heart, so I just waved my hands to them, "I understand, you go down first."
Three Yuan Si Xi: "Madam..."
"I'm fine, you go down."
I started to draw while looking at the unfinished writing. Although the picture was messy, I could vaguely tell that she was drawing three people. They were a family of three standing under the willow trees. The smallest person had the words written next to him.
With her own name on it, it's still unfinished.
As for the curvy person, there are two words written next to it, mother.
When I saw everything clearly again, my eyes suddenly felt sore - the tallest man, the comment next to it was four big words: Take care of everything every day.
She didn't know who her father was. She learned a new word called "Every Day", and she used it to describe her father.
I hugged Wei Jing and pressed her head into my arms, "Be good, if dad can't come to see you, what will you do, what will mother do..."
I suppressed my emotions, but I was still noticed by this clever ghost. She muttered: "Mom, I will give you all the delicious food. Don't be sad, okay? Daddy won't look at me if he doesn't look at me. I just don't want to."
Make mother sad!"
I stroked her hair, put my lips to hers and kissed her, "Be good, mother, you're not sad."
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The kitchen was the only quiet place at night, and I could finally hide here and sob secretly. But before I could sobbing for a while, I heard a delicate and childish voice in the darkness - "Mom, what are you doing in the kitchen so late?"
Ah? Are you going to cook for me?"
I sniffed and reached out to look for her in the darkness.
At this time, the little thing fell into my arms and hugged me tightly, "Mom, you are a big liar. You said you are not sad but you hide here and cry secretly. It is useless to me!"
The feeling of heart-to-heart connection between mother and daughter made me burst into tears. Fu Donglou, have you seen in the sky how good our parents are?
I wiped my tears in the dark and hugged her tightly, "Mom was wrong. I have you, so I won't be sad."